<?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-6229171931653100236</id><updated>2011-04-22T16:18:23.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlenotesof-life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6516294680060508392</id><published>2011-02-28T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:05:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were yesterday's feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change.&lt;br /&gt;But pretty soon, everything's different. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my enrolment procedures, all that's left for me to do is to wait 2weeks in order to make my Student Card. This is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st step to adulthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;I'm super :/ for the orientation; dreading it because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being sociable to strangers's out of the question.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I think I'm having trouble with myself =.= Anyway, been &lt;strong&gt;addicted to spending money&lt;/strong&gt; recently, splurging's kinda like my new method to relieving stress. Bought 2 shoes &amp;amp; gonna buy 2 tops &amp;amp; 2 bottoms soon. The best buy is still my bag uh, but I'm like hating myself for spending away 1 month of salary ): Need get a new phone, new laptop, more clothes &amp;amp; so on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Actually I've been looking forward to so many things I wantttt to do this Holidays, but it ended up being cancelled or postponed due to many things I haveeee to do. Sighs, &amp;amp;my love life's screwed too. Horoscope said that it'll all handle by itself, I don't see the situation improving any bit. /Zzz &amp;amp; why can't I find Gossip Girl Ep16 online?! I'm like cursing those who put fake videos on Youtube to death. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stop comparing yourself to others, you're your own person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6516294680060508392?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6516294680060508392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6516294680060508392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6516294680060508392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6516294680060508392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/those-were-yesterdays-feelings.html' title='Those were yesterday&apos;s feelings.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5982275024351413098</id><published>2008-07-03T17:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:39:38.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Years after years, hurts &amp; more hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm exploding, my mind my heart myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm trying to cool down, taking slow deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't find any use. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn everything can? Fcukkk D: I worked so hard, always trying to achieve the best everytime I could. In the end, what did I get? Some stupid punishments and naggings from you, and him. Like everything's my fault. I've been telling myself that you people are just caring for me, yes its true. But tell me, how many other parents care for their child like this? Fine there's a few, a f e w. &amp;amp;Why the hell do I belong to this few instead of those lucky lot out there then? I bet that, ten years down the road we'll still remain the same. Just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This world is so unfair isn't it, those who're perfect are really perfect. Yet those who're so out-casted are really what they call an alien, from other planets. I've been wearing this so called mask whenever I go out, school or not. I'll pretend I'm just an average girl, doing what others were doing. But everytime I return home; I'll tear it off. Bearing this unbearable pain that everyone has to live without, which is good for them. But for me, I really couldn't take it anymore. I'm giving up, fully giving up on this family. I know you'll get someone to read this, but I don't care anymore, I couldn't care anymore. (...) You've never been satisfied before. Never-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; Problems problems and more problems.Everyone hates having problems right? Sorry for the bad entries. &amp;amp;If I don't blog tomorrow means I'll be on Hiatus, Please don't sms, call or whatever; as I won't reply. Thanks bye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now that I know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was just being your past time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5982275024351413098?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5982275024351413098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5982275024351413098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5982275024351413098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5982275024351413098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/years-after-years-hurts-more-hurts.html' title='Years after years, hurts &amp; more hurts.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2851237544176093992</id><published>2008-07-02T18:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:50:50.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams or reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pssttt. &lt;strong&gt;Mosquitoes sucks(!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edit]&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up @8plus this morning thanks to a phone call (private), then my phone is right beside my bed &amp;amp; I stupidly picked up the remote (next to the phone) and answered with my remote -.- You know, like pressing the red button saying "Hello?" to the remote! That's the most stupid thing I've ever done can, I mean, for ages -.-&lt;strong&gt; [/Editted]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few interesting chainmails from a few friends. Decided to post up some pictures extracted from it. (Sometimes not all chainmails are junk mails, those that are meaningful are really worth reading. Though I don't forward them [:') Okays here they are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have thought that it's imitating the guy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/dog1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a closer look, is it different now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/dog3.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet still, she has the willpower to move on (with 2legs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/dog2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was close to tearing halfway reading through the mail uh :/ (Still got a few other pics') They didn't mention her particulars, but this mongrel despite having only 2legs is strong enough to stand up like humans and move on with her life, so why can't we? Provided we lose nothing. Think about it, are you fortunate enough compared to the other half of this world? There's always worst people around us.&lt;strong&gt; Bring the smiles around (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh nooooo D: Nuffnang had confiscated my old status of 'Glitterati' (!) I want that status back :/ Awws now I'm suffering with the status of 'Ordinary (non-exclusive)' How sad): Please let me have my Glitterati back D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's School tomorrow! :D No matter what I'm going I'm going I'm going. (p/s} If I didn't go tomorrow means I uh, anyone can have the chance to beat me up, as a punching bag.) Lol, I'm saying this because I'm afraid in the end I won't go :/ So yeahs xD Hehs that's about it remember to click on my Google Ads for personal uses thanks bye loves♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess, once you decided to come back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be long gone by then. Still, all the best to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;For you know, there's something behind this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2851237544176093992?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2851237544176093992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2851237544176093992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2851237544176093992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2851237544176093992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-or-reality.html' title='Dreams or reality?'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_dog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-665724101343659455</id><published>2008-07-02T13:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:32:12.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep cuts, drop by drop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hellos Earthlings [:&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm free now, shall do the quiz Rachel Strawberry Shortcake tagged me to do :D&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who last tag you is,&lt;br /&gt;# Howard Banana :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is,&lt;br /&gt;# Crazy friends? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your first 5 impressions of him/her,&lt;br /&gt;# Oh no I don't know this. Okays fine, I had thought he was a Bad &amp;amp; Unfriendly person, but over the years he became such a Good Friend, Crazy ass and a Banana-Lover. Oops :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you,&lt;br /&gt;# He stayed up the whole night just to cheer me up even tho' his camp is just a few hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she had said to you,&lt;br /&gt;# I-don't-want-to-say. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will,&lt;br /&gt;# Ohno, I'll surely turn "Gay". Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be,&lt;br /&gt;# That's impossible anyway, hahs I love him as a friend [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will,&lt;br /&gt;# *Shakes head* I'll cry D:D:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be,&lt;br /&gt;# Will be he has officially turned into a devil Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desire thing you want to do to him/her now is,&lt;br /&gt;# Nothing :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is,&lt;br /&gt;# Great friend whose always there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;# Depends on who, I'm a totally different person in/out of School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character you love of yourself are,&lt;br /&gt;# Cheerful, (Wait am I?) Neh'mind I love to laughs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are,&lt;br /&gt;# Super duper lazy girl. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is,&lt;br /&gt;# Everything perfect, which is just a dream. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care &amp;amp; like you, say something to them,&lt;br /&gt;# Million thanks to you people, love you guys♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons,&lt;br /&gt;# Anyone will do, there's still some Questions after this, visit Rachel's blog [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; I'm lazy to do the rest of the Quiz. &amp;amp;I'll blog again tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-665724101343659455?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/665724101343659455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=665724101343659455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/665724101343659455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/665724101343659455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-cuts-drop-by-drop.html' title='Deep cuts, drop by drop.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6074136649175907650</id><published>2008-07-01T17:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:24:09.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing how life goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mummy, I want to sleep :/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Yayness! My school has officially declared a school holiday just for us :D Yipees no school for tomorrow, but will be staying home to enjoy though, can't go out. Whatevers, better than having to go school and scratching all around again. Happy holiday to us. [: &amp;amp;There's our School Musical today, I'm not going as I don't want to waste my precious $12 on watching people dancing around like some fairies. Hmms :O &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horoscope reading:&lt;/strong&gt; You may be surprised by the sudden appearance of a long-lost friend. He/she has been trying to come back to you for the past few weeks. However you may realise how much you two have changed over the months. Be prepared to face certain challenges.&lt;/blockquote&gt;How true can it be? Everything's happening once again.`&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs &amp;amp; I have something to rant on today :/ (Yes today's been a great day, at school and all. However! Some idiots really pissed me off okay, but luckily not totally spoilt yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.1 Idiot&lt;/strong&gt; (Paedophile!) On the way home, right below my block. I was walking behind an old man, &amp;amp;he suddenly turned around and saw me. &amp;amp;The next thing is I find him kept staring at me weirdly so I began to pace faster, and when I look back I found him following me with the pervertic stare! Mouthing "Ohmygosh wthwth." I ran up the stairs instead of taking the lift to my usual 6th Storey apartment. He did look up the stairs but I was long gone. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.2 Idiot&lt;/strong&gt; (Irritator(s)!) Alrights I really hate this. I've already said I'm definitely &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a custom blogskinner(!) (Unless you're lucky enough to be my close friend or something, if not I'll never do customs.) -Besides I've totally lost my old skills due to laziness. And then there's this idiot who added me on msn, kept asking for helps in blogskins. Yesyes I can help with some codes but please &lt;strong&gt;you're just a beginner, I repeat; Beginner!&lt;/strong&gt; He kept demanding for those blogskins like Benjamin(typicalben)/ Isaac/ Jeramy etc. I mean like, I've already viewed his blog &amp;amp; he's like those Update-per-month blogger. Damnit still want poser those pros. Worst still! I told him I'm not pro till that extreme but he still kept on demanding. Who do you think you are? Anyway you're honourably blocked and deleted. [: Ohs why does all these people even exist -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*Breathes in, breathes out* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shan't let all these peoples affect my mood. I'm in a good mood today. Cannot let them spoil it. Relax .. Phews okays I'm done. That's all for today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't dump me into this confusion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I needa know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6074136649175907650?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6074136649175907650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6074136649175907650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6074136649175907650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6074136649175907650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-amazing-how-life-goes.html' title='It&apos;s amazing how life goes.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4900401437710121880</id><published>2008-06-30T13:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:15:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a matter of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chop chop get the work done :D&lt;br /&gt;[Editted] There's something that I really want to splurt out, which is I really love my friends, everyone of you [: Esp. (You know who) Thanks alot, if not I don't think I'll even get a chance to talk to Mr. 'Inserts name'. Alrights thanks love you guys :D p/s} Yes yes I'm secretive lol. [/Editted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the man up there :D Sexy(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05455.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays I didn't attend school today you see. &amp;amp;For the first time I want to go school so badly, cause I've planned earlier how to spend my day wisely today :/ But something stupid corked up and I'm really furious on myself D: My allergies are back and now I have rashes everywhere; my back my arms my neck &amp;amp; even my toes ): Having a fever right now. (If it worsen then I'll have to be admitted into the hospital already, hopefully not.) p/s} Effects from Curry (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, my whole back's like that now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05473.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the gross image up there. Lol, I don't know why I just love taking pictures nowadays and posting them up here. Enjoy it. Ohwells I'm like scratching everywhere upside down now, grr it's worst than having chickenpox can! (Ohwait, I haven't even experienced chickypox yet :/, don't tell me its worst than the situation down here, oh no I don't wanna think about it -.-') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(!!!) *Insert thousands of exclaimation marks here* &lt;u&gt;I'm really missing school now&lt;/u&gt;, when I'm not actually skipping it :O Whywhywhy is it so? ): Amazing. &amp;amp;For the first time my mom's scolding me for not attending school; when I'm actually really uh, ill? Sweat I feel damn weird alright, everyone's like treating me so super differently(!) Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohoh, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;my whole body's aching&lt;/strong&gt; all because of the Standing Broad Jump I did on Friday, jumped for like more than 30over times. But I have to thank Mr. Lee for letting us jump, as the aches keep the itch away too, that's quite a good thing :D If not I think I'll scratch till everywhere bleeds. (Just like last night, really bleeded -.-')&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better stop blogging about this stupid rash. If not you readers will freak out soon. Roflmao, I'll be off to bloghopping/studying/playing/scratching/whatever now. *Remember to click on my Google Ads, Nuffnang too (If there's any) Thanks bye. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be handled under childcare management (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wish I could live in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4900401437710121880?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4900401437710121880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4900401437710121880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4900401437710121880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4900401437710121880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-matter-of-time.html' title='It&apos;s a matter of time.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_DSC05455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1281537088210376275</id><published>2008-06-29T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:04:51.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My laptop's like not happy with me today, lagness all the way D:&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can blog, but still lagging okay! Lol. Okays first meet up with Sharifahhh @Vivo today, Jiaming tagged along too [: We were like standing next to each other and I was wondering whether it's her or not, after a long time approached &amp;amp; asked and yeah it was really her -.- Camwhored all the way for today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints! That's randomism. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05449.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I can't see myself ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05450.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us had a hard time going up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05458.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups we walked a few rounds around the pool area and then dragged the turtle with us, :D Skips skips and slacked for awhile. While slacking that toot go smack my leg until whole leg turned pink(!) He damn violent uh I always smack him soft soft then he smack me so hard -.- &lt;strong&gt;Heartless one :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He don't want to let go of the pole! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/Image695.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this little boy down here playing water with himself, we're afraid of him cause he's like, splashing water all around. &amp;amp;Here is he :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to snap a clear shot of him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05454.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After slacking we went down to Banquet for drinks and food, I love the Iced Milk Tea over there :D Didn't ate anything, and after that went to Toy'R'us to camwhore once again [x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yay Sesame Street♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05469.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture I took with that turtle head(!) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05466.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much to say today, afterall; a picture speaks a thousand words right? I guess I won't be updating already cause it's like. I blog to earn yet I'm not earning anything :/ Only 2clicks for Google Adsense today D:D: Hahs, okays goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1281537088210376275?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1281537088210376275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1281537088210376275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1281537088210376275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1281537088210376275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/tell-me-something-i-dont-know.html' title='Tell me something I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_DSC05449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1513244907341060433</id><published>2008-06-28T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:58:40.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take the music that never plays-&lt;br /&gt;Oh alrights, today. Met the 2 kids @Hub, trained down to Bugis &amp;amp; went to Topman to find their Hoodies, and then they said too Ex- &amp;amp;Next lunched at Yoshinoya; didn't ate anything. Bugis street-ed and still can't find their hoodies, and then strolled to Bra's Puasa as Jo wanted to shop for his stuff @Popular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Jo advertising for Dora the Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/Picture9.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the random shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05386.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;After that, we had a long walk down to Suntec City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, one of the shop's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05391.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs and my dear daddy went to buy his Rubik's Cubie @Toy'r'us, had drinks at Coffee Bean and etc, the babies all damn cute plus funny can :D I'm like crazy over little children; not the paedophile type hor! Hah :D &amp;amp;Then we decided to go to Suntec Convention Centre for ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy &amp;amp; Comic Convention 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05389.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, it was damn crowded inside. Our asses are like, bang here bang there lol! &amp;amp;Didn't get to see much but honestly uh, &lt;strong&gt;I have a phobia&lt;/strong&gt; on those human-dressed-up as monsters. I'm like afraid of them I don't know why. :/ Ohs, and I had a hard time finding for a suitable queueless toilet. Because my bladder was going to burst at that point of time. After the relieve went to KFC for drinks and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy looks so "blurred" here, rofl. (Don't scold me :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/Picture10.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with blogging(!) Spent like 1whole hour on this chunk of crap lol. Oh &amp;amp; you know, &lt;u&gt;my blog's like dead already&lt;/u&gt;. I mean I'm always updating but then I feel that nobody's reading it cause the tagboard's like dead too. &amp;amp;I'm like not earning from Google Ads already because only a few's been clicking it :/ Help D: Alrights I'm off [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1513244907341060433?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1513244907341060433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1513244907341060433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1513244907341060433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1513244907341060433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-much-to-tell.html' title='So much to tell.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_Picture9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1225011163082154331</id><published>2008-06-27T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:54:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets unrevealing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night "Supper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05382-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical Education:&lt;/strong&gt; Those who failed any items of their Napfa Test were asked to get some practice till they can pass. (Yeah I'm one of them, failed my Standing Broad Jump -.-') &amp;amp;Then the others get to play Powerball/Soccer. I want to run 2.4m uh, so long never run already :/ Hah. Then for the entire 2periods me, Thomas &amp;amp;Shiyun's been jumping till our legs went jelly. I don't know how to jump uh! The max I could go is 130cm D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed up for High Achiever's Tea, right after P.E(!) Still need wear tie all these imagine how we've been suffering :/ They showed some videos and had some talks and then prize presentation etc. &amp;amp;Food(!) and then back home-&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow, I feel that its my fault for everything that had happened. I mean like, things will be better without my existance, I feel such a jinx. She said she gonna put me into an orphanage, &amp;amp;started thrashing things around, She said she's tired, but I'm also very tired as well. I wanted everything to end off, peace out, a pause of whatever. Because I can't take it anymore, seriously. &amp;amp; like what's with the breaking down and crying and all? I find no point in doing all these, but still I couldn't control the tears from flowing. I hate this family, really. &amp;amp;I don't know what to do (...) Damnit.Everything's upside down now, everything ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1225011163082154331?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1225011163082154331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1225011163082154331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1225011163082154331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1225011163082154331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/regrets-unrevealing.html' title='Regrets unrevealing.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_DSC05382-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7103513909197382251</id><published>2008-06-26T17:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:35:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never have yesterday(s).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC02887.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to go Esplanade @night again. :/ The night view's so beautiful, (Without all the IR constructions going on of course.`) The breeze so cooling and the skylines are definitely my favourite♥ Ohplease whoever's curfew that is late please go with me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing every part of it alrights(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC02885.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;I totally loves today&lt;/strong&gt; (really really much!)♥ I don't know why either, I'm just happy to go school without any troubles and back home feeling as fresh as ever. Everything had went just right, perfectly right, the pace and all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had this nightmare last night, woke up @3am plus with cold sweat. The nightmare was some random &lt;u&gt;serial killer dreams&lt;/u&gt;, I was hiding at the corner or something like that. &amp;amp;Then the next thing I know was waking up to realise its just a dream. Hah. Overslept because of that, waking at 6.15am instead of the usual 5.40am. But I wasn't late because the bus came late today too. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In School,&lt;/strong&gt; went to the office to hand the staffs the Lawyer's Report for my "Addition of English name", so now my name's officially Blanche.Z TYL. (Not revealing) But I prefer my schoolmates to call me by my old name as I wasn't use to it yet [: Alrights, then the first 2periods was relief period (yay!), followed by the rest of some funfunfun lessons :D Didn't enjoy school so much before, or maybe since very long time ago. Haha was asked to stay back alone as Miss Tang wanted to explain to me more on the Binomial Theorem tests etc, as I was absent yesterday. Back home with a smile, infact I has been smiling for the whole day already :D:D Ohoh, one more thing! High achiever's tea tomorrow(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s} To whoever's reading this:&lt;/strong&gt; You're the besttt xD I'm crazyaye! Lol, okay okay remember to help me click on the Google/Nuffnang Ads alright? Google's one is always available and useful for people out there [: Loves♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You've changed my life so patiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;}thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7103513909197382251?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7103513909197382251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7103513909197382251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7103513909197382251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7103513909197382251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-co.html' title='Never have yesterday(s).'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_DSC02887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7491018859380811270</id><published>2008-06-25T17:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:36:39.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan without action is just a wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday - Leona Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Restless. &lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh yes, very restless -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got some surveys from friendster:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Any craving?&lt;br /&gt;# Happily transfer to another Cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you love your name?&lt;br /&gt;# Yes my new name, but not Tyl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Have ever thought that you are useless ?&lt;br /&gt;# Yups definitely. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;# Miracle to happen, for something .. or someone :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Want to get rid off?&lt;br /&gt;# Manymany troubles, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Guys, what do you think of them?&lt;br /&gt;# Weird creatures on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What makes you think back to your childhood times?&lt;br /&gt;# Old friends/things/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) In love right now?&lt;br /&gt;# Sort of. More of a crush.` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; I actually wanted to say something, thats why I signed in to blogger. But my mind suddenly went blank just as I start to type the first letter. Dang :/ Yesyes I'm going to school tomorrow. There'll be so many lessons for me to catch up. Missed A.Maths Binomial Theorem test and Chemistry Pop Quiz today. &lt;s&gt;&amp;amp;I'll be so dead tomorrow.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm missing something, or someone :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7491018859380811270?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7491018859380811270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7491018859380811270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7491018859380811270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7491018859380811270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/plan-without-action-is-just-wish.html' title='Plan without action is just a wish.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6581953779046595455</id><published>2008-06-25T02:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:25:43.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me home, waiting-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/listen.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(100th post♥)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 2am when I'm typing this, there's school tomorrow; but I don't think I'll be going. Suffering from gastric right now, &amp;amp;mom made me eat those freshly baked potatos she just baked, at this time :/ *I promise I'll study Binomial Theorem and Chemistry Equations tomorrow again, as well as history. Not gonna' skip school just to rest [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, sometimes part of me actually likes this Cca, yet another part of me doesn't. I don't know why, its just how I feel. When Mdm personally came to me on Monday just to ask me why I didn't went for cm/camps, I did told her the truth; but felt guilty not to tell her that I don't want to go too, maybe I was too afraid. She said she better see me attending it from that day, yet I didn't. &amp;amp;Then Sir talked to me on msn a few hours ago, I was shocked he didn't scold me or anything :/ Howhow, I'm feeling damn guilty for something I can't control):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's weird though, I'm taking in the soft part and ignoring the hard part-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(If only you know what I mean, but you don't.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10mins later]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, I've finally cleared my thoughts. &lt;em&gt;I'm not staying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired, but I can't sleep (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s} Added a Custom Google Search under "Fun Clicks", feel free to try out anytime :D &amp;amp;I really want weekends to come soon. :/ Still in holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay fine, I think I like you. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6581953779046595455?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6581953779046595455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6581953779046595455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6581953779046595455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6581953779046595455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-me-home-waiting.html' title='Bring me home, waiting-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3396705349187784015</id><published>2008-06-24T15:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:14:03.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frivolity mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awesome, today's some Ambulance Day &amp;amp; I didn't attend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can say that home's the best place to study (for me), better than school. :D Completed four assignments without difficulty [: Studied for Chemistry Equations and understood 80% of it :D I'm overjoy! Hmms but my gastric is coming back again, neh'mind good that I didn't attend school, if not I doubt I can even concentrate. :/ Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good Dad!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you learn?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then the father fainted.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something to share:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to click :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailcashpro.com/?r=Blancheness"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emailcashpro.com" src="http://www.emailcashpro.com/images/emailcashpro2.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My statistics dropped by 50% ever since school reopen): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3396705349187784015?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3396705349187784015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3396705349187784015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3396705349187784015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3396705349187784015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/paradox.html' title='Frivolity mind.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6299544292552189662</id><published>2008-06-23T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:43:22.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday conspiracy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School wasn't that bad afterall. :D&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp;Even though I did managed to survive today, I'll definitely be doomed tomorrow.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grooming check in the morning; new a/e'maths teacher, she's quite cute uh lol. &amp;amp; Also will be getting new English teacher): Won't be able to slack much this semester, even the school rules are stricter :/ Gonna' study hard(er) :D Blahs did target settings etc, &amp;amp;back home. Will be getting loads of homeworks starting from tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that everyone have lesser chance getting online -&gt; &lt;u&gt;lesser visitors, lesser tags, lesser I-don't-know-what.&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp;I'm going berserk lol. ;X I'll try to find something nice to update about next time. Grr. D: Probably changing blogskin again. After this post.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Seriously uh, how can someone enjoy something he/she really dislike for such a long time? I've read an article on the newspaper saying schools shouldn't really force students into something they don't like, infact let them get involved into what they think they really can be commited to, or useful to them in the future. That'll strongly decrease the numbers of poners for that particular activity please :/) Etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;The feeling is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6299544292552189662?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6299544292552189662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6299544292552189662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6299544292552189662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6299544292552189662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/doomsday-conspiracy.html' title='Doomsday conspiracy.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1968352555030220722</id><published>2008-06-22T13:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:21:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang the wall; hit the jackpot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been yawning ever since I struggled to wake up at 12pm -.- Because normally I'll sleep an extra hour or more, *yawns* (I guess that's the 32nd') But I know I still won't be able to sleep tonight, only after 2am unless I get myself some sleeping pills from mom; but she's currently not in Singapore dang :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as you see, today's the &lt;strong&gt;last day of Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;! D:&lt;br /&gt;Which means every kiddos have to turn in early today (which I'll fail to do so) waking up early in the morning and return back to their school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll finally see this pile of crap once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/book2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I still haven't done the following (have you?) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remove Polish &amp;amp; Cut Nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pack School Bag/Iron School Uniform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Physically/Mentally Prepared(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I don't know how to go to school :/ I mean, I don't know how to go to school with this hair -.- I mean, *coughs* nevermind :D What bus do I normally take to school uh? 268 or 269 (?) Shiat. &amp;amp;I'll be so sleepy, so sleepy that I could be yawning every milliseconds all the time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet at least 1/4 of the school will be like this tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/book1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maybe I won't even attend school tomorrow.&lt;/s&gt; Yeah, :/ There'll also be Ccas, swt. You people know why I hadn't been really attending Ccas since May? Not just because of the made-up reasons which happened to be coincidentally true; but also because I want to prove to them that they can't force me into something I don't like. Going there just to see them fooling around doing the same old thing everytime? No. So I doubt I'll be attending Ccas from tmr anyway. :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; Heys readers! Whoever out there, do me a favour by kindly clicking on the Nuffnang Advertisments if there's any. I gurantee they're very interesting &amp;amp; may be useful to you [: Ohs, and I may not be updating often starting from tomorrow onwards. ): Toodles!&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/6229171931653100236-1968352555030220722?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1968352555030220722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1968352555030220722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1968352555030220722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1968352555030220722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hit-jackpot-bang-wall.html' title='Bang the wall; hit the jackpot.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_book2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1605127755374810585</id><published>2008-06-21T18:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:00:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn leaves, what we missed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/simplylove.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed layout; I'm still not used to the bigbig headers &amp;amp;the colours. Lmaoxz. :D Ohwells, feel like playing with the codings again, cause I want to add images :/ But! Guess what's the bad news? It is today's the last 2nd day of holiday! Dx *Yawns with the sulky face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't hybernate enough please. &lt;strong&gt;If I have a dream come true;&lt;/strong&gt; I'd be greedy to wish for all my dreams to come true. &amp;amp;That includes time to slow down/MOE to extend holidays/something like that. [: But that's one of the most impossible of the impossible things to wish for, unless there's a breakout in Singapore just like the Sars Period. Which I don't think will occur so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights let's don't get any further than that♥&lt;br /&gt;Today, unlike other normal days, Eshley talked to me. (Miracle!) Asked me some cold jokes which I don't think is cold at all. Ahwell this is one of my fav's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this friendly Char Siew Pao, he went to the movie theatre with a Man Tou, in the end the Char Siew Pao came out of the theatre crying. Why didn't the Man Tou cry too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because the Man Tou have no feeling (filling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the same Char Siew Pao went to the movie with Tar Sau Pao, this time Char Siew Pao came out crying &amp;amp; Tau Sar Pao came out laughing. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Because they have different feelings. (fillings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day, the same Char Siew Pao went to the movie with the Chicken Pao, the Chicken Pao came out crying and the Char Siew Pao didn't. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: He got bored after watching it the 3rd time. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1605127755374810585?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1605127755374810585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1605127755374810585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1605127755374810585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1605127755374810585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/autumn-leaves-what-we-missed.html' title='Autumn leaves, what we missed.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_simplylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4881368982728487085</id><published>2008-06-21T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:01:59.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always a story behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone tagged me to do this quiz, but I forgot who' :/&lt;br /&gt;p/s} Short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourites:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Color: Black, Red, Silver and Gold.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: Sweet stuffs, esp Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: No favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: Saturday(s).&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: Spring and Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice-cream: Chocolate Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currents:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: 99% B-o-r-e-d.&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: Black T-Shirt &amp;amp; Short.&lt;br /&gt;Current Computer Wallpaper: Black Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 5.51pm.&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: Baby pink bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: Neighbour's dog barking.&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: Some weird thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firsts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Michelle (Etcetc)&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Mx.&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: Some cartoon dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: That I want to pee(?) I think :/&lt;br /&gt;First Music: Must be some baby lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lasts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: Few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: Current crush [:&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: Grandmama' -.-&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: It's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you evers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: Yups :D&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: Yeah :/&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested?: Yeah (...) -.-&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: Yes -.-&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: Yups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random 5 things you are good at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;Maths(?)&lt;br /&gt;Excuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4881368982728487085?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4881368982728487085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4881368982728487085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4881368982728487085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4881368982728487085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-always-story-behind.html' title='There&apos;s always a story behind.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3329188396829803190</id><published>2008-06-20T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:26:42.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall for you tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shiat my mind went suddenly blank :O I forgot what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;*Thinks harder* Oh yeah I was just about to blog about today! Hmms but what did I do today?*Thinks deeper till brain burst halfway* Okayokay got it (:&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the Chicken Pie-y Jo @Amk Mrt Station, blah` &amp;amp;then yay we were the earliest there; (actually Darren was the earlier, but meh he's not counted as he was too early!) Hmm, &amp;amp;then did some auntie-shopping @Carrefour for the snacks to bring in to the movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the bet uh, I actually thought the Carrefour was Cold Storage (both start with C what how I know -.-') &amp;amp;Lost $2 to Jo for his movie ticket. Crap, okay went to Cineleisure wanted to watch "Never Back Down" but then the seats were !#$%&amp;amp;* D: So changed the movie to "&lt;strong&gt;The Happening&lt;/strong&gt;" at 4pm. Paid $(6+2) (The $2 I lost to Jo') just to &lt;u&gt;see people dying&lt;/u&gt;, so hmm I suggest you all don't go waste your money to watch it. If curious then just watch it online [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that walked around Orchard as some lost childrens not knowing where to go. So don't-know-who suggested to go ToyR'us at Paragon to play free toys. &amp;amp;Then someone keep bullying me swt. Dinnered @Taka's Macdonald, I didn't want to eat but that someone who happened to be my daddy also right, forced me to eat. So no choice uh have to be a good daughter :/ *Ahem!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random snapping♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05360.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandered around as some lost childrens again.` Only remembered that I have to blog about today tonight, so started to take out my phone to snap here snap there. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this place for Sushis+(Early Supper)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05361.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't take enough pictures to blog today :/ &amp;amp;I promise I'll do all the surveys you people tagged me some other days; when I really have nothing to blog about. Lols, &amp;amp;&amp;amp;I love you! I mean you; whoever whose reading this message right now :D Thanks for visiting, goodbye♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3329188396829803190?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3329188396829803190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3329188396829803190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3329188396829803190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3329188396829803190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/fall-for-you-tonight.html' title='Fall for you tonight.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_DSC05360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-27199976959737544</id><published>2008-06-19T20:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:24:16.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone, kthxbye-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A fullstop locks you into a sentence, while the three dots provides you the escape route. &lt;strong&gt;I need the escape route&lt;/strong&gt;, right now (...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything's so messed up, just like a dead knot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;I've lost my patience to untie it, I'm tired of doing so already. Just like how I'm tired of staying the same way all the time, trying to be cheerful just to cover up all the tears behind.- Sometimes I just feel like dozing myself off with the sleeping pills right behind that wardrobe. How peaceful it is just to sleep forever and never to wake up again? Afterall, a life will end whenever a new life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When a flower turns yellow, it can still be saved by adding fertillizer and taking time to nurture it back to life. But when it's dead, no matter how hard you try to save it it'll still be dead. Nothing can bring it back to life when it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what's up with me, I can't seems to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like so many past events, so many of them, flashing through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a break, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;Something to add: I hope you could just shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-27199976959737544?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/27199976959737544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=27199976959737544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/27199976959737544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/27199976959737544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/leave-me-alone-kthxbye.html' title='Leave me alone, kthxbye-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3267771352784798999</id><published>2008-06-19T15:01:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:57:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart's on another side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have the mood to blog, *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are already half closing, I'll go back to sleep after blogging.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, where to start? Hmm yesterday morning checked into Malaysia shopped around, waited &amp;amp; waited at mom's friend office for him to return, &amp;amp;then he called saying he'll only come back tomorrow (which is today) and then checked in back to Singapore in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnered at Le Meridien's Cafe Georges'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05333.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there totally sucks to the core; except the soups. I swear I'm &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; going back there again. Wasted $80++ D: &amp;amp;then the waiter sounds like a duck, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolled to Plaza Sing',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05351.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom doesn't encourage the "Save the Environment, bring your own bag day". There's this conversation between her &amp;amp; the cashier @Cold Storage, he said he can't give her extra plastic because Gov. say what Save the Earth by bringing your own Bag etc. Then mummy said Gov also make us waste the plastic notes to buy more plastic bags for rubbish bins; isn't it worst? &amp;amp;then funniest part is she told me she felt like kicking his ass to London. Lmao -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byed to her, went to buy some tidbits at some Japanese Department Store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh lovely candies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05321.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Howard to go to his place for a swim, &amp;amp;there's a very cute baby boy peeing in the pool (luckily I was out of the pool already') I smiled at him and then he smiled &amp;amp; waved back at me! So cute [: After that, got lost for around 10mins at the pool area, -.- That bastard &lt;strong&gt;kidnapped&lt;/strong&gt; me till his mom returns to send me home-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 12.45pm today, &amp;amp;now I'm gonna go back to sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Oops, I mean Good afternoon :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; Currently not in Singapore :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3267771352784798999?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3267771352784798999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3267771352784798999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3267771352784798999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3267771352784798999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hearts-on-another-side.html' title='The heart&apos;s on another side.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_DSC05333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8103903570744384549</id><published>2008-06-18T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:23:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley faces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Gives the big retarded grin once again*` xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I checked out of Singapore &amp;amp; then checked in back this evening. (That's really a very long story to explain :/) Will be out of Singapore tomorrow till Friday morning. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;I'll blog tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; too, as I'm now being kidnapped at some idiot house -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boos* to myself, my blog's really getting boring yeah. Basically because my sitemeters is decreasing tremediously, from 160max last month to only 80-100views this month D: It's very very sad, lol. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edit]&lt;/strong&gt; I'm missing home now, /homesick. It's very quiet here, very dark very creepy very .. I don't know how to say, it just brings your mood down whenever possible. I miss my noisy home @Amk town please. I want to go home now! D: &lt;strong&gt;[/Editted]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I still miss you, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8103903570744384549?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8103903570744384549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8103903570744384549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8103903570744384549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8103903570744384549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiley-faces.html' title='Smiley faces.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-782094890990883723</id><published>2008-06-17T21:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:55:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is better than ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello humans/aliens/whoever♥&lt;br /&gt;Tell you a big secret, I'm in a super duper good mood today :D *Gives the big retarded grin* Okay it's true lahr, first time in history I've ever been smiling all day long. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the blue cloudy sky- (Random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05311.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the daughter (me) and her mom trained down to Tiong Bahru Plaza to meet one of her friend who works there, shopped around first &amp;amp;skipskip. Thinking that she had left the plaza, called my friend up to ask him to come over; but when he reached she suddenly appeared :O (Will get some suspicious questionings from her later on-) Alrights, there's something funny that I want to tell you readers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He effingly bought 2large Ice lemon tea and 2large popcorns plus some nachos. (Just for the 2of us,) &amp;amp;can't believe his appetite uh cause judging that he's so skinny and all. -.- But didn't managed to finish the popcorns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched the &lt;strong&gt;Kung Fu Panda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/kungfupanda.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rating it 4.5stars. &amp;amp;I've totally fallen in love with the Panda, heh xD I was absolutely mad inside the theatre uh, started laughing @first 1/4 of he movie and still laughing at the same issue at the last 3/4 of the movie :/ Hilarious! :D &amp;amp;The movie ended at around 7.15pm, went to Orchard. Walked out the station and found it drizzling so decided to go home instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be pinning up my fringe till it grows perfectly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05313-1.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because, the non-short non-long fringe is damn irritating and fugly D: Not being paranoid, okay maybe a little because I'm not used to it :/ Heh, so will be pinning it up whenever I go out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoted from the movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift; that's why they call it the present. &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/6229171931653100236-782094890990883723?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/782094890990883723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=782094890990883723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/782094890990883723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/782094890990883723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-better-than-ever.html' title='Life is better than ever.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_DSC05311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-214431168114753026</id><published>2008-06-16T20:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:29:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the little contradictions-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turned in at 1am plus last night, slept for 20mins or so then woke up. Roll here &amp;amp; there till 5am plus then really fell asleep. I didn't know I got that much to think about, &amp;amp;the weather's like either very hot/cold every night. Woke up at 8am- Bathed &amp;amp; trained down to City Hall, that poser turtle same train as me again -.- Waited for more than 20mins for someone to switch on his phone, gave up &amp;amp; breakfast-ed @Mos Burger, coped 2 lil' fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Received something like a prank call, (only it isn't), that totally affected my mood today. Ohwell not really affected, but you know I'm like that. (Always like this') Fine shall be normal &amp;amp; treat it as nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Escape Theme Park♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/19052008036.png" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we went into the Haunted House. &amp;amp;I was continuously repeating "I'm not scared, I won't scream." to myself, how retarded :/ Still in the end, screamed the most. (Squeezed Amelia's arm till uh (...) :/) Lmao, know what? &lt;strong&gt;The ghost stepped onto my slipper&lt;/strong&gt;; &amp;amp;he won't return! Then he was crawling &amp;amp; pretending to sniff it. D: I didn't care any further &amp;amp; just exitted the house, and then that turtle threw my slipper out. Swt, &amp;amp;hor the 2other boys were frightened too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, th'Daytona Go-Kart Rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC01032.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a lot of other rides, played all of 'em actually. (Excluding the Under Maintenance's one) I'm not really afraid of other scary rides; but gained phobia on the Pirate Ship. As I didn't ate much for the past few days &amp;amp; can't breathe properly. &amp;amp;Then after sit that thing will like feel like puking. But no effects for me for the 360degree ride, (maybe I was busy holding my necklace from dropping down? -.-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferry wheel so small, not fun! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/Pictures001.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their lunch @Burger King, I was hungry too but my appetite fails to let me absorb any food. It was really weird uh :/ Got so thirsty after awhile. Skips. We found the Go-Kart super fun, hence we tried it a dozen times [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05238.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place at around 5plus, as Hippo had something on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say byebye to Downtown East♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/DSC05241.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p/s} Some pictures may be a lil' pixelated, screwed it up while editting-]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Sometimes I'd just stay positive and say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, the sun will shine after the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/Pictures003.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm having serious gastric after only snacking for the past few days. Had 2slices of sandwich for dinner just now, had difficulty digesting it. My appetite still isn't there; perhaps I need to pay a visit to the doc's again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I realised that I've never love you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-214431168114753026?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/214431168114753026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=214431168114753026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/214431168114753026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/214431168114753026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-little-contradictions.html' title='All the little contradictions-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_19052008036.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7000283796622168616</id><published>2008-06-15T15:57:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:55:11.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape route.</title><content type='html'>Just as an usual day, but there's a story I want to share (:&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, let us wish a; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;/strong&gt; to All Daddy(s) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Blanche'ese♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;--&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwritten Pages♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a young woman was walking alone barefoot by the ocean after the sun had set. She stopped in her path and turned so she could see the footsteps she had left in the sand. But they had already been washed away by the waves. When she turned to continue her walk, she was startled by the sudden presence of an old woman wrapped in a blanket sitting by a fire, slowly flipping through the leaves of a leather-covered book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman said, "Sit with me, child. I have something to show you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the young woman sat down beside the fire, the mysterious stranger handed her the book. She curiously turned the pages one by one and was amazed to discover they contained the story of her whole life from the early days of childhood to the present. She then came to the page telling of her encounter with the old woman on the beach, but upon turning to the next page, she found it empty. She frantically began to turn the rest of the pages in the book only to find that they, too, were all empty. In bewilderment, she looked to the old woman and pleaded with her to explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does this mean my life ends this night?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, my child," answered the old woman. "It means tonight your life begins." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the old woman took the book into her own hands and began to tear out each of the pages with words, throwing them one by one into the fire until all that was left were blank pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see," she said, "just as the waves washed away your footsteps in the sand, your past is forever gone, never to return. The only moment you ever truly possess is here and now. Each new moment is the beginning of the rest of your life and is to be lived to the fullest, for you will not have a chance to live that moment a second time. Most important of all, each new day brings an opportunity to love - one that may never come to you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your future, you are free to shape it as you wish, for it has not yet been written." Then, as mysteriously as she had appeared, the old woman stood to walk away and disappeared into the darkness of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Willian Oak.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Mf.commontown.net♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;They're right, I have to look ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7000283796622168616?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7000283796622168616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7000283796622168616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7000283796622168616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7000283796622168616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/escape-route.html' title='Escape route.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8524573464707665151</id><published>2008-06-14T14:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:07:35.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the lover, hug the stranger.</title><content type='html'>Just to think about it, I suppose I'm the cause of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe loads of problems (...)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Escape outing postponed to Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there won't be any problems till then :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better stay as silent as possible-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a miracle, I didn't ate anything since the day before. Only drinks, &amp;amp; I don't feel hungry at all. Maybe a little, but its a surprise that my gastric hasn't come yet, neither my appetite is working. I think I'll be ill soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp;I've been &lt;u&gt;perspiring continuously&lt;/u&gt; on cold nights :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did some researching, mom's biological brother actually suffered from "Sudden Cardiac Death", not heart attack, but due to stress/too much workouts/etc. The doctor that announced him dead wasn't able to detect which is the main cause, but I guess it's probably stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;I want to visit my biological family. I still remembered that my last visit was 8year old? &amp;amp;Then my real cousin actually wanted to rape me D: Swt, he was 15year old back then. (Okay I know it's kinda weird to mention it up here, but I have nothing else to blog about :X) Not fair uh, like almost everyone has cousins about their age, I have too, but I'm not allowed to visit them :/ While my "adopted" family cousins are already in their adulthood with primary school kids. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think I've fully letted go.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8524573464707665151?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8524573464707665151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8524573464707665151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8524573464707665151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8524573464707665151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/leave-lover-hug-stranger.html' title='Leave the lover, hug the stranger.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5897344841421736994</id><published>2008-06-13T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:41:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest meaning are unspoken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/ferriswheel.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This may be the last time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at 9am this morning. Yawn, I'm very sleepy now D: Took 1 whole hour to prepare &amp;amp; met Mx at Marina Square. He had already took the Singapore Flyer uh, not fair not fair :/ N'mind, that's mainly for foreigners also, I'll take it next time [: Settled down at Cafe Cartel; realised he had really changed alot, grew so much taller. (To think that I was 5cm taller than him last time :/) Chatted &amp;amp; etc. Homed next, as he got some other events to attend. &amp;amp;Then he'll be back to Canada on Monday already. Sighs- &amp;amp;P/s} I didn't take any pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that the no. of visitors to my blog are getting lesser &amp;amp; lesser each day. And I think the cause of it is my posts are getting boring-er everytime, with rants and all. I know nobody likes to read stupid rantings. Yeah I have to do something :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5897344841421736994?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5897344841421736994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5897344841421736994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5897344841421736994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5897344841421736994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweetest-meaning-are-unspoken.html' title='Sweetest meaning are unspoken.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_ferriswheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3223779018375224365</id><published>2008-06-12T22:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:42:53.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone got me hypnotized.</title><content type='html'>Can't imagine, my &lt;strong&gt;3rd post&lt;/strong&gt; for today :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright now, happy! Because I can blog again, to cover up that post [:&lt;br /&gt;Was tagged by Shiyun (again) to do a Survey. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you think an ideal friend should be?&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who knows you well enough, &amp;amp;be there when possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you've a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Everything to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What mouth would you shut?&lt;br /&gt;- Forcers/Stalkers. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;- Create luxury for family, spend, donate &amp;amp; save the rest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you want your ideal lover to be?&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who can really make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessing? Loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- None actually. Both loving someone &amp;amp; being love is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;- Till the feelings fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anything that made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Define the term, "friend".&lt;br /&gt;- Great, I don't know how to answer this now. Check Wikipedia x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Stay as friends, make sure he's happy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What else can I do :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;- Becoming my own boss working in the f&amp;amp;b industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who loves band alot. [: (It's true :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich, or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends who the person is, but I rather be single &amp;amp; rich. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What would you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;- Check messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all for a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- It really depends you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- The one I love more? I think :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of people do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;- As I said, hatred doesn't bring happiness. But I despise liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Now choose &lt;s&gt;3&lt;/s&gt; people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;- A-n-y-o-n-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I hope that Green turtle returns early tomorrow! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3223779018375224365?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3223779018375224365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3223779018375224365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3223779018375224365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3223779018375224365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-got-me-hypnotized.html' title='Someone got me hypnotized.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8180284006052542467</id><published>2008-06-12T20:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:19:33.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the blame on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; leave any comments on this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was only &lt;strong&gt;S-a-y-i-n-g&lt;/strong&gt;-! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not b-l-a-m-i-n-g-!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I already told you I wasn't blaming you in the first place, I typed everything in Caps not because I was angry or what, but because I wanted to make things clear-er to you, as you'll always read wrong things &amp;amp; then predict wrong ideas. I did that everytime. Even if I was shouting, doesn't mean I was scolding right, damn it. But I repeat, I wasn't blaming! Sorry -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't you people put yourself in my shoe in the first place? You think being pestered and stalked is a good thing? Like I don't want to end it all for laughter, peace &amp;amp; joy. But confronting to someone isn't my character, at least it's not on this type of matter! If you're me, won't you think its embarrassing? I don't have such a thick face alright, so say whatever you people like. Blanche is stubborn and rigid, she doesn't listens to other people's idea. That's why everyone hates her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've already tried my best to ignore that person all I can, is it still my fault that he still kept on talking to me? Is it? Fine, now everything's my fault. &lt;strong&gt;I prayed up and down for him to spoil my mood&lt;/strong&gt;, then I'll rant to you all and spoil everyone's mood. &amp;amp;then I'll be happily laughing *ahahah* for hours. Yeah didn't know I'm so evil. For now I shall be good, I swear I will not tell you anyone how I feels or rant about my problems anymore okay? Even if I'm feeling down I will also hide my feelings, at most I'll just ignore everyone that's all. Yes I know you people will think that it's a good idea. Because you people will be free of all my words already.` :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought that today will be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well, nobody to blame but myself. Till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8180284006052542467?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8180284006052542467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8180284006052542467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8180284006052542467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8180284006052542467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/put-blame-on-me.html' title='Put the blame on me.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3449898375211934540</id><published>2008-06-12T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:45:50.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongued tied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently listening to: Byebye - Mariah Carey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Getting addicted to it. {♥}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept at 2am plus last night, &amp;amp; I woke up at 5.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time since the previous record. Without any disturbance♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a few weird dreams&lt;/strong&gt;, super weird ones. Dream and dream, then the next thing I know was waking up laughing like mad -.- It happened before, but this time was different :D I actually remembered the dreams o.o Oh, &amp;amp;mom said I was smiling when I was sleeping last night, too. But I better not blog about what I dreamt, because I guess it won't be funny to others but myself. Lmao, okay I'm laughing again xD P/s} Blanche have a laughing disease since young. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; Among the dreams, there're some frightening ones too. Like getting Chicken Pox during N/O'lvls -.-? Okay lahr pretty normal, but then problem is I really hadn't gotten my Chicky Pox yet :/ Then &lt;u&gt;what if&lt;/u&gt; I really get it during N/O'lvls (...)? Then I'll have to go to the MOE itself covering myself with thick cloths and all, to sit for an exam. &amp;amp;Then I'll have to bear the itchiness etc. Can't mug properly either. (Eeyer choychoy, *touch wood* Cannot be so suay one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very random. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3449898375211934540?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3449898375211934540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3449898375211934540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3449898375211934540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3449898375211934540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/tongued-tied.html' title='Tongued tied.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2481514515095306176</id><published>2008-06-11T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:45:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable illusions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got tagged by Shiyun to do this survey. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- To be honest, I don't wish to get married at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study hard or Play hard?&lt;br /&gt;- Both to make it balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you think you have not enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;- Because I'm not thinking positive enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Everything to be ridiculously perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your idea of a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Someone who will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;- Get top 3 in standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you have all the time and money in the world, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Meaningful/Memorable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If time were to rewind, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;- Things&amp;amp;Matters that I've regretted (alot); but it's impossible :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If the person you love is dying, would you stay with him or be happily single?&lt;br /&gt;- Stay with him of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feelings you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish all friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;- Yups, but I won't if they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- Nopes, that's too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always behind you, supporting you?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Don't really like it tho'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. People who are going to be hated by you?&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody. Hatred doesn't bring happiness afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Describe the person who tagged you in 5words.&lt;br /&gt;- She is err, quite friendly? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many percent do you think you are infront of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends on what kind of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think long-distance relationship will work out?&lt;br /&gt;- No. It never works (..) :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anybody are welcome to do this survey. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2481514515095306176?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2481514515095306176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2481514515095306176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2481514515095306176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2481514515095306176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/unpredictable-illusions.html' title='Unpredictable illusions.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-9103401041077793317</id><published>2008-06-11T19:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:02:40.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxicated crush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two returns, but another two had left.&lt;br /&gt;Just the same thing happened that day, coincidence? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;-Heaven is playing a trick on me /♥}&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Hippo @Amk Mrt Station; walked one round at Hub and found it boring. Decided to train down to Woodlands, asked Darren along. She had her lunch at Banquet, I didn't ate as I had already eaten my brunch at home. &amp;amp;There's a woman with her children came to sit beside us. &amp;amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I took it when she wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Pictures355.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister "screamed" when her lil' brother was trying to cope some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Pictures356-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahs, so cute right! We were secretly laughing our heads off when the lil' boy has 3pecks of rice on his face. But by that time the mother had already returned to her sit, can't take any photos :/ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked round and round, down Cold Storage, up Arcade. Wanted to watch movie but the Queue was ":O" so went to Arcade watch that Darren play his Wangan and we stole his card to play some Candy Machine ._. Won a handful of candies, kindly given 3/4 of it to a little girl there. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Then I wanted to rest somewhere, told Amelia to slack at Macs' She then asked Darren for money; because we wanted to eat something. &amp;amp;Then he gave his money to us like how a father give their children xD So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at Mos Burger instead, the cashier keyed in wrong order, ah well :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Pictures354.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Blahs, slacked and slacked and home. (This is what normally happens to us when there's only this &lt;strong&gt;few people&lt;/strong&gt; in an outing D:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened last night/this early morning. (Around 12.34am)&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=s1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/s1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=s2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/s2.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=s3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/s3.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sighs Johannes, now I know why you went Vietnam alone. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;There's like so many things that I want you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;it's more than just a crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-9103401041077793317?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9103401041077793317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=9103401041077793317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/9103401041077793317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/9103401041077793317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/toxicated-crush.html' title='Toxicated crush.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2414235615899560823</id><published>2008-06-10T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:31:17.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My hair sucks now alright, I told the hairdresser of what type of hairstyle I want. &amp;amp; then he mistaken what I said. Because there's 2types of hairstyle from my explaination. :/ I wanted the more innocent-looking one, now he gave me some ah-lian one. Which is so wrong can. D: That's not the problem why I hate it, I hate it because he trimmed&amp;amp;layered my fringe till !#$%^&amp;amp;*(, now I have to pin up to look better; because it's .. too short for my high forehead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gahs, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It'll grow longer soon, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Changed blogsong, as many people uses "Take a bow" as their blogsong. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp;Now I'm totally in love with remixes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm missing someone I shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2414235615899560823?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2414235615899560823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2414235615899560823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2414235615899560823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2414235615899560823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2809522163592497737</id><published>2008-06-10T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:51:01.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities of Impossibilities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like, how can someone woke up dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a strange month, full of unusual happenings :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know how to explain.`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up pretty early this morning. Cabbed down to Chinatown there to visit my rash doctor; he says if I continue consuming any allergic items, he'll put me on his "blacklist" -.- &amp;amp;I'll have to find another doctor. Great. (See, I told you I hate doctors, always will get extra naggings by them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Bugis to Loh Eben Ong's office to make some changes in my name. So happy :D Cause I won't have to stare at some plain names when I receive my IC this August/Sept. (: That lawyer like so awkward facing me can, like he only knows how to communicate with adults. Dang, make me felt so awkward also. :O Shopped around with Dad for his clothes. (I always pick for my daddy :D) &amp;amp;Wells, seperated cause he wants to meet his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, met a long-lost friend on the train. That migrated one, he came back to Singapore for Vacation ._. When he's not around, was thinking whether we'll meet again. Now that he's back, I have no idea why I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be off for a haircut now♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2809522163592497737?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2809522163592497737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2809522163592497737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2809522163592497737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2809522163592497737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/possibilities-of-impossibilities.html' title='Possibilities of Impossibilities.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4345056980802924763</id><published>2008-06-09T21:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:59:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good things, bad things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many things happened, too many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All happened at the same time (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15mins ago: I received a phone call from a friend. Informing me that one of my friend had passed away; due to some genetic cancer. Though she's not really close to me since Primary 6, but she used to be my best friend during childhood days :/ I'm not down, because its been ages since I last met her. But still, it's a really really sad news to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Evening: Mom told me that her biological brother had left the world this morning, she broke down crying. I hadn't seen her cry for such a long time. She was adopted since she was a baby, she didn't have a chance to communicate with any of her biological family members till she was an adult. She told me they said he was ill for days, woke up asking for maid, and died of no particular reasons at all; the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Even downstairs is having funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My heart feels so pain, out of a sudden. &amp;amp;I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm crying now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She says she's not going to throw me out of house already, she doesn't have the mood to. Now I finally know why she took 2 1/2hours to cook fried rice. This is like the first time in my life everyone's behaving so moody and angry all at the same time. Every single person I know. I know some were like angry with me cause of my attitude &amp;amp; all nowadays. I can't help it can I? Sorry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't feel like doing anything now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I rather me dead when I wake up tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4345056980802924763?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4345056980802924763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4345056980802924763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4345056980802924763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4345056980802924763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/tears-of-memory_09.html' title='Tears of memory.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4909998677816277196</id><published>2008-06-09T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:39:26.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual happenings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/putmedown.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bored, bored, bored. Almost like everyone's away from Singapore today. Nobody to play with me :/ Planned to go out, but mom says no cause she was in a foul mood -.- Swt. Online also got nothing to do uh, played with codings and stuffs like that. Nothing much :O Amelia's fault, last minute tell me going Malaysia, &amp;amp;then that turtle went for his Church Camp leaving me all alone here. &amp;amp;Then Howard and Johannes will only return on Wednesday damn): Still got a handful of talkers left uh, but they like uh never talk one. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Broke my promise too, only studied for 1hour and gave up. Hadn't even complete one Miscellaneous Exercise yet, I've forgotten everything I learnt. Crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, now I only can type &amp;amp; type to entertain myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grr, enoughenough. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I still could see you whenever I close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks, for telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4909998677816277196?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4909998677816277196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4909998677816277196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4909998677816277196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4909998677816277196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/tears-of-memory.html' title='Unusual happenings.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_putmedown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3052404992476931214</id><published>2008-06-08T15:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:24:49.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many little things.</title><content type='html'>p/s} I took 2hours plus to publish the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what, I'm &lt;strong&gt;very happy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy till I could shed bitter tears of joy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laughs :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School works:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benchmark Assignments @Heymath! and LMS - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Additional. Maths' Miscellaneous Exercise 2 &amp;amp; 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Additional. Maths' Binomial Theorem &amp;amp; Chapt 11. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry Revision Chapter 6 &amp;amp; 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still have to go change my name on the 10th, then visit rash doctor soon. &amp;amp;then haircut, then I don't know what's more. Random Outings maybe? &amp;amp;I'm gonna start doing the assignments tomorrow. Not gonna be online if I didn't finish anything. Somemore &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; will be leaving Singapore tomorrow :/ You better come back in one vertical piece uhs, don't come back naked also. :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;One had just left, while another one returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Such a typical day, so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if fate is playing a prank on me, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3052404992476931214?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3052404992476931214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3052404992476931214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3052404992476931214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3052404992476931214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-many-little-things.html' title='So many little things.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-9142665422802574451</id><published>2008-06-07T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:30:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back but you're gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;2hours ride from Airport to Pattaya Tiger Zoo; Crocodile/Pigs/Tiger Show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're well trained okay. Intelligient animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures012-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, I was trying to kiss him ;X Fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures010-1.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited 1hour plus for the aunties to finish watching some real life gay &amp;amp; normal porn, (I'm permitted to watch but refused, damn sick uh -.-') Alot of perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Land of Fruit watch doggie show &amp;amp; eat fresh fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04872.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the Gems Jewellery of Pattaya, godmom bought a pair of earrings. Settled down @Amari Orchid Resort and went to Palladian Restaurant for Dinner. Shopped around at the night market there. -&lt;strong&gt;Gotten lost for 3hours&lt;/strong&gt;, super scary. (Didn't dare to ask anyone) took a very long round walk back to the hotel, nearly kena banged down by a lorry. Just my luck, was freezing cold that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast @resort restaurant, drove to some beach take speedboat to some island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't dare to play the parachute thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures018.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures013-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought some honey (costed a bomb), went to some Zoo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures021.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a few performances including wrestling, martial arts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Elephant performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures023.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of elephants dancing, playing football, bowling, drawing &amp;amp; more! They damn smart uh give them fruits they don't want take money instead. Lol. Next up is Pattaya's Underwater World, Singapore's one better :O (Duh') &amp;amp;then dinnered at some Seafood Restaurant the crab sucks D: Back to resort, swam at the swimming pool and then back to room &amp;amp; slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfasted @resort again. Few hours drive to some market for the aunties to buy stuff. &amp;amp;Spent the next 3hours at Dreamworld (theme park) better than Singapore's Escape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures026.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played loads of games including Skycoaster, hurricane&amp;amp;supersplash etc. Too fun to take any pictures while playing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Haunted Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures040-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Giant House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures041.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures047-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&amp;amp; there have colourful taxis! Dinner Buffet @Twintowers Gold Teak Restaurant, then purple cabbed to Asia Hotel (creepy corridors), nose bleed that night, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast @hotel; there were these 2angmoh woman and her daughter who both dresses exactly like me and my mom, then both parties kept staring at each other lmao, luckily no staring incident -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took boat at the Boatquay to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures031.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to some animal skin product shop etc, we didn't dare to buy anything from there :/ Lunched @Ramayana International Restaurant, love the chocolate fondue but dislike the fruits (no strawberries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped from noon to evening at Platinam fashion mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures050-1.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked the whole nightmarket the whole night no rest at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures051.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles for dinner as I didn't dare to try the streets food, the aunties did. Cabbed back to hotel to end the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5.&lt;br /&gt;Arguments between me &amp;amp; my godmom, turns out its actually her fault. Shopped @MBK saw a very handsome gay, wasted uh D: Went to 29Plaza better than Bugis to me. Back hotel rest till evening then walked a few 1950s look-a-like streets. Heavy gastric again nearly fainted &amp;amp; etc end of day. No photos taken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up quite late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused to Chinatown; the people there call it "Yaoweilan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures052.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made alot of cute new friends. Then the aunties spoke alot of dialects while I just stood down there nod or shake my head. Not a single word out from my mouth :/ Platinam &amp;amp; Mbk again bought loads of stuffs. Backed at hotel the aunties talked about their childhood say how lucky I am etc, grr :/ Fell down twice that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that our hotel's located at a place called Ratchathewi when I was exploring the Skytrain map. Saw a indian kid scolding the chef @ a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Kid: Nono high high one!! Ughhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Poor Chef: Okok ):&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Trying to hide my laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired yawn yawn :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures048.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom very cute kept pleading me to help her take pic of her with a very prettyaye waitress, then she kept offering her cigars, swt. Hours drive to Airport, dined at the cafe, nearly missed the flight back to Singapore lmao. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures053-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this. Sun setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures054.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 2 pathetic aunties was fined $2000 for bringing excessive cigarettes to Singapore. (I warned them already luh :/) Back home, unpacked until hand bleed D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The end :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-9142665422802574451?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9142665422802574451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=9142665422802574451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/9142665422802574451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/9142665422802574451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-but-youre-gone.html' title='I&apos;m back but you&apos;re gone.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_Pictures012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2758393961895909915</id><published>2008-06-07T15:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T18:48:04.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies only-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others were replied @respective blogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNMARIE:&lt;/strong&gt; Bon voyage to you too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken: &lt;/strong&gt;Thankyous, &amp;amp;you didn't welcome me back :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johannes: &lt;/strong&gt;Phuket your ass lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewmin (:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks, yours is nice too [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanching:&lt;/strong&gt; Small fonts. With (s). :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amelia:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeahs except for one :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rau:&lt;/strong&gt; Errr, what did I supported? Ps stm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weimei:&lt;/strong&gt; Yups really saw her, will tag you later! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUEST: &lt;/strong&gt;Chill -.- Many people will think you're retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XIAOYING:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahas! Lucky I back in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ordinaryJIETING:&lt;/strong&gt; Hehs! Welcome back! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;candy-gurl]:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll, thanks pretty(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiying:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't forget you D:! I just can't seems to leave any msges on your blog :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRACE:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright thanks! Hahahas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;†JM©:&lt;/strong&gt; You very smart hor lol! I don't know how to fix lahs -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johannes:&lt;/strong&gt; People want leave Vietnam you go Vietnam, swt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passer by:&lt;/strong&gt; Hellos! Geez thanks, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanessa:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol! I'll tag you later on ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chengyung:&lt;/strong&gt; Thankyous girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amelia:&lt;/strong&gt; You pro ehs really everyday tag once, lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YongCai:&lt;/strong&gt; You're having holidays now right! Hahas thanks for your tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passerby ★J♥ęy:&lt;/strong&gt; O.o thankyous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;†JM©:&lt;/strong&gt; Walao you another spammer LOL. You then sick luh ahems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_l_: &lt;/strong&gt;Ehs don't tag here grr. You now also not putting your name right -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youroply: &lt;/strong&gt;Glad that you know. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcomers:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks all [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2758393961895909915?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2758393961895909915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2758393961895909915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2758393961895909915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2758393961895909915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/replies-only.html' title='Replies only-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2874602989563322526</id><published>2008-06-07T00:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:30:09.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geeeeez, I'm back ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed everyone who missed me, &amp;amp;misses Singapore's food♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Home sweet home! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll blog about that soon, (&lt;u&gt;maybe tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;) Cause there are like 200-300plus photos for me to sort out, will only edit&amp;amp;upload some. Ohoh, and there's like so many things for me to do, swt. :/ &amp;amp;I have totally no idea how to reply those tags, o.o? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Howardie Howardie when the hell are you coming back D:&lt;/span&gt; Well well .. Shall stop here, :D It's 1.30am now and I haven't bathe yet, better get going, goodnight peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May be back tomorrow. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;What's yours, will remain yours-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happiness doesn't comes with a force, I'll just let them be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;It doesn't really matters anymore (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2874602989563322526?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2874602989563322526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2874602989563322526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2874602989563322526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2874602989563322526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/geeeeez-im-back-d-i-missed-everyone-who.html' title='Just a few words.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7007424776882388937</id><published>2008-05-30T13:14:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:58:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to those who've asked me to cheerup. [:&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now; thanks.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;Hey everyone, I'm leaving for Thailand first thing tomorrow morning, (6am plus? I think :/) Hence this is my &lt;u&gt;last update&lt;/u&gt; till I'm back on uhh, somewhere between &lt;strong&gt;7th to 9th June.&lt;/strong&gt;I'll definitely appreciate if you people will still visit &amp;amp; tag :/ Lol. But it's okay anw xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;p/s} &amp;amp;The toe which got injured yesterday is &lt;strong&gt;swelling&lt;/strong&gt; now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll reply all tags by tonight.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Edit] Replied all tags &amp;amp; emails. I doubt anyone will bother to visit&amp;amp;tag my blog after I'm gone uh, yeah what's the use lol. N'mind, by the way I'm already having slight fever; suay ehs always go overseas sure will have something go wrong one -.- (Somemore now is can't walk properly+fever, lmao') Ohwell that's all. Fyi, &lt;strong&gt;my flight's @6am.&lt;/strong&gt; Sms me before that? :/ Okays sayonara♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;I'llmissyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept having this feeling that I won't return (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm crying now alright, &amp;amp;I don't know why.&lt;/s&gt;[/Editted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Best wishes to Howard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thanks for cheering me up. You're like the best mind-reader ever [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7007424776882388937?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7007424776882388937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7007424776882388937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7007424776882388937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7007424776882388937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6721150069926749447</id><published>2008-05-30T12:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:48:44.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know the story behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall be cheerful once again :D&lt;br /&gt;Something was seriously wrong with me yesterday/}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights firstly we (Amelia, Jiaming, Xuanyu and me) met up @City Hall, waited for that Darren for a very long time, played catching in the Mrt Station, (p/s} the blogger you know is always like that.) Etc. Then the almighty arrived, train down to Marina Bay but due to the mass constructions we don't know how to go there, then decided to bowl @Marina Square instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the whole train to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures003.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took quite some time to find the place, it was hidden somewhere inside the Mall (&amp;amp;You know, all of us have short term memory, can't be blamed :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures007.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Finally found it, Superbowl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures002.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@First I didn't dare to bowl, &amp;amp;then that turtle got pissed off by my stubborness. But in the end still exchanged shoe with Xuanyu let him play. Gathered up my courage to play the next round &amp;amp;yeah it wasn't bad, but missed after that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to fetch Johannes from ActionCity as he also don't know how to come in :/ Uh, then skipskips, they had lunch@ BurgerKing, I only coped the fries from them(: &amp;amp;Then, regretted for running away etcetc, they wasted so much time finding us. D: Sorrysorry! (But I hope you guys could read my previous entry of explaination')&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiked from Marina Square to Bugis through Suntec. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcaded there, won a few of these. (There's more with the others! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04769.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, slacked @Mosburger + waited for Johannes to finish his burger. He eat damn fasttt uh ahems!* &amp;amp;Guess what? When we're about to leave, &lt;u&gt;we saw the famous blogger Xiaxue&lt;/u&gt;; &amp;amp;she's damn prettyaye okay. Wanted to say hi but then decided not to.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished my lollipop earlier than him. (Won from the Machine also')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures004.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after that spent like half an hour pondering about where to go, gah :/ Then I suggested Vivo. &amp;amp;There we go, (but Xuan yu left early.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks damn weird, &amp;amp;we both agreed to wear the same style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures005.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around while waiting for Jiaming to return from his Hospital Visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always in love with the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures008.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannes suggested that we dinner at Superdog, as we never tried before. &amp;amp; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what's mine called, some chicky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures010.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures011.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I injured my toe when trying to kick that turtle, retribution -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures012.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them go type this at the Shop Finder Service, hmphh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I'm not ! D:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures014.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this entry with something random, yet funny (to me) [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Image014.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6721150069926749447?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6721150069926749447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6721150069926749447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6721150069926749447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6721150069926749447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-dont-know-story-behind.html' title='You don&apos;t know the story behind.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_Pictures003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7667552629925580221</id><published>2008-05-29T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:36:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil laughters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, my cable isn't working right now. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't upload the pictures, I promise I'll blog tomorrow no matter what [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I don't, then means my laptop really broke down, *which is no way*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For now, I need some time for myself to rant over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It'll be a long one, sorry; &lt;strong&gt;need not read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm having this devastated feeling, as if I'm in an abadoned world. I feel that everybody I know are angry with me right now. (Which is fairly true I guess)':) Yes I admit, I'm irresponsible for my irregular attendance of Cca and didn't really help much (or never helped at all I don't know) in the Camp Proposal. I'm sorry. &amp;amp;Also, being so extra; affecting others feelings during outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohwell, there's really something I wanted to say, I don't want to create misunderstandings. - I'm sorry for running away during part of the outing, partly because I was moodswinging at that time (no idea why). &amp;amp;then I seems to be absorbing everything my friend said; that you people doesn't really treats me as a friend, happily arcading while I'm in the dark corners of life. I so wanted to return back &amp;amp; apologise, but he gave me the devil laughters and words of "See, they're even happier without you sticking around with them, you better go home." - Thats why I've been running away and going back and running away. (&amp;amp;It's not like I'm saying bad things about my friend, I just need you people to know the truth, I don't want to get unwanted remarks and stuffs, that's all.`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;To Someone: I didn't meant to slip that promise out of my mind too, (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s} I'm truly sorry, for everything. D: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loads of things happened this week, I'm already getting afraid to know what'll happen the next few weeks of holidays. (Maybe even after holidays.) I really don't know whose there when I need one. It seems like everytime the ones whom you don't want them to be there are there, but the ones whom you seriously want them to be there aren't there. I prefer to love than be loved, honestly. (Tho sometimes not really') I hate the imperfections. (Who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tired, tired of being so not myself and getting to hear all those people rants while gaining empathy whereas I'm always the one trying not to show my feelings out; cause nobody cares. &amp;amp;I'm so tired of life that I'm finally revealing all my feelings out, happy now? Blanche's actually horrible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who do you turn to when the only person in the world that can stop you from crying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is exactly the one making you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7667552629925580221?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7667552629925580221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7667552629925580221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7667552629925580221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7667552629925580221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/devil-laughters.html' title='Devil laughters.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4733155727316686845</id><published>2008-05-28T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:15:50.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting away from here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-learning can be so fun &amp;amp; relaxing :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okays someone had kindly informed me that the &lt;u&gt;heymath&lt;/u&gt; assignments is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment I log in, *stares&amp;amp;stone* for some time; because there's alot of them. &amp;amp;Then I thought to myself, (Ohno! can don't do anot ah?) Sighs, in the end I gave in and do, (chiong-ed) cause I wanted to slack earlier(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But who knows, the system actually allows the answer to be editted. So&lt;s&gt; unlike the school LMS :/&lt;/s&gt; &amp;amp;then I just heck and anyhow click till everything fullmarks! :D I know that's a cheat lahr, but other people also can mah ;x Hahahas so fun, plus it's all 2hours plus work lor, so this is also a good shortcut for students [: (Yesyes I know, its bad for me that my brain won't be back from its vacation when school reopens. But heck xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow's: Bowling @Marina Bay` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stay tune♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I won't think much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Afterall I still know what'll happen in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4733155727316686845?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4733155727316686845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4733155727316686845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4733155727316686845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4733155727316686845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-away-from-here.html' title='Getting away from here.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7918207532317239470</id><published>2008-05-28T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:22:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in your mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Creativity all over the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Chainmail from a few people' :D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready to quit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/2.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/3.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/4.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/5.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/6.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/7.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/8.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/9.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let go of me! :E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/10.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/11.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/12.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I especially love this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/13.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/14.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/15.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/16.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't managed to finish the Miscellaneou Exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're like, so brain-wrecking uh. (Or rather my brain's on leave in the holidays.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay uh I'm off now, may be blogging again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7918207532317239470?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7918207532317239470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7918207532317239470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7918207532317239470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7918207532317239470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-in-your-mind.html' title='What&apos;s in your mind.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/random/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-3988122210644499593</id><published>2008-05-27T20:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:28:36.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's never gonna happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/crossroads.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm like a prisoner being locked up at home, nothing to do D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay lahr not locked up, is have the key yet still don't want to go out alone.` I have this sudden urge to go to the beach, but don't feel like getting tanned also :/ Then somemore it's like, I want to go out but have no idea where to go, why oh why, why is this secure country I'm living in is so small?! ): I also don't know why uh, why must Goverment build the stupid integrated resort instead of a visitor-friendly Disneyland♥? (It's possible, isn't it? Attract foreigners too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is one reason I love blogging♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If there's nothing for me to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the entire Miscellaneous Exercise 2 and 3. (Add.Maths♥) &lt;li&gt;Essays from Assessments. &lt;li&gt;Go park and play (So, weird.) &lt;li&gt;Try to get an accident(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been thinking a lot, tried to forget. But no matter what, I also couldn't escape from that fear everyday. The feeling is there, but the feeling is not. (I know it totally makes no sense -.- But there's another meaning to it anyway') &amp;amp;I don't know why, my heart's been aching since then, I hate the pain. I really don't know where to turn to. Feel like crying it all out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, I'm having slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;.p/s} I seriously detests stalkers, as well as sweetalk(er)s please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-3988122210644499593?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3988122210644499593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=3988122210644499593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3988122210644499593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/3988122210644499593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-never-gonna-happen.html' title='That&apos;s never gonna happen.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_crossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1955745888226999152</id><published>2008-05-27T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:26:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stars are fading away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okays, thanks to the time manager I've enough time to uh.&lt;br /&gt;Change to some weird blogskin' :/ Heh, I don't really like it but, no choice I'm too lazy to you know, re-edit everything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted my previous blogskin, which I personally think it's nicer uh. [:&lt;br /&gt;Rate/Download/Favourite it -&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/193438"&gt;blend-ed.notes♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The school LMS System simply "rocks" big time can, told us to log in to do the assignments ever since last month, till now also haven't upload yet. Tmd, now I free luh :/ I just wanted all my holiday assignments done before I go for my vacation, then followed by working. Now the school system's like so slowww one D: Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I hope I get knocked down by a lorry soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I don't. Yet still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;-My heart's been aching for certain reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1955745888226999152?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1955745888226999152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1955745888226999152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1955745888226999152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1955745888226999152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/stars-are-fading-away.html' title='The stars are fading away.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6552042196161489750</id><published>2008-05-26T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:41:39.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me the reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Street Festival 2008♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04681.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right outside Sunshine Plaza; Miss. Chin &amp;amp; Mr. Jo /gg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures080-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw this cute lil' boy playing with bubbles :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04683.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we had our lunch @Bugis Junction's Yoshinoya, decided to hike up to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is it like up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures083.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't cha` think he's cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures077-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures081-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;@The Fountain of Wealth♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures082.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures078.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fries with multiple choice of sauces [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures085.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously uh, I don't really know how to blog with pictures lol. Either my post's full of pictures or full of words, so now after I uploaded the pictures; I'm not really sure what to say :O Okay hmms, we ran alot (or I ran more -.-') then got pissed (not really true) then behaved like a bunch of kids :/ *Ahems! Etc lor. Trained back to Amk then went to the Pasar Malam walk a few rounds then home(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; Body aching now!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turned in rather early last night, @around 12? But wasn't able to sleep till 4am. -.- Had some weird thoughts, so flipped &amp;amp; rolled on the bed till 4am uh :/ So didn't managed to get out of bed this morning for the Remedial. After this post, I'll go study again; cause I think I've missed alot D: &amp;amp;Then after that, need packed up for the trip etc. Maybe/maybe won't submit any blogskins till I'm back, see whether I got time or not. (Tho I really want to submit -.-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!Warning&lt;/strong&gt;: Jingkai is a crazyaye madman/something wrong one. :X&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/6229171931653100236-6552042196161489750?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6552042196161489750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6552042196161489750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6552042196161489750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6552042196161489750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/tell-me-reason.html' title='Tell me the reason.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_DSC04681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1467894997163901557</id><published>2008-05-25T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:03:27.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let nature takes its course.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for not updating! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just returned home not long ago xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dang, still need wake up early tomorrow for the Add. Maths' Remedial D: I better head to the library after the remedial, shall I? Roarr I'm really very tired now, 5blisters on both my feet! D: So I think I'll blog everything in the evening, with random pictures(:  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's like so many &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; things for tomorrow :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack up for my Thai Vacation♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add.Maths` homework tmr' (Sure have one D:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change blogskin/Submit this fugly skin -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go meet that idiot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etc. &lt;/strong&gt;(Alot!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  -- Okays, time to go to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s} Help me click on my advertisment(s)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1467894997163901557?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1467894997163901557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1467894997163901557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1467894997163901557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1467894997163901557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-nature-takes-its-course.html' title='Let nature takes its course.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-602666830832004625</id><published>2008-05-24T17:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:41:49.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only time could rewind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/thisishow.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "No, I prefer ____." Hahaha'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp;there's some people whom I want to apologise to, sincerely [: Was really depressed last night; then anyhow rant @their msn conv'. Sorrysorry! They must have thought I'm mentally retarded because I'm behaving so cheerful right now -.- (Lol, split personality')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woot! xD Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;I've &lt;u&gt;completed&lt;/u&gt; every one of my Holiday Assignments!&lt;/strong&gt; (Cheers!) Hehs, except for the LMS ones of course, they hadn't even uploaded the assignments :/ Whywhy, why the system so slow one? I want get everything done first then enjoy D: Taste the bitter than the sweet.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edit] &lt;/strong&gt;While I was cleaning up my room, found a few of my old diaries. (See, I do keep my life updated everytime, even as a child.) Some pages were blank, or only with a few sentences, some were so full with untidy handwritings that I don't even know how to read. But still read through almost every pages, and eventually laughed at how naive &amp;amp; childish I've been. So many little things, so many of them. &amp;amp;I believed that one day I'll laugh at my recent entries too. How nice ;D Ohwells, I miss childhood♥ &lt;strong&gt;[/Editted]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gah, nothing to blog about today uh.` Boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hmm, I'm heading down to Suntec for Cosplay show tomorrow, wonder if anyone out there will be going too? (: It's gonna be great ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must I wear a different mask wherever I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-602666830832004625?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/602666830832004625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=602666830832004625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/602666830832004625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/602666830832004625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-time-could-rewind.html' title='If only time could rewind.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_thisishow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-89062669316562383</id><published>2008-05-23T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:14:13.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time isn't right, it'll never be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's very depressing, really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knowing that you got a class position of 1/41 last year, then suddenly deranked till 3/43. Wouldn't you be dishearten too? :/ I know, most people will say "It's very good already what, why your expectation so high? I got rank so&amp;amp;so worst than you lor." Yes, that's because you people never really experienced this feeling before, right? &amp;amp;I had expected at least a 2nd position; yet everything turns out so differently. I feel intensely dumb now actually): Cried my heart out for a few times, it doesn't work. Screw this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear I'm not going out after holidays, &amp;amp;I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it's afterall, a right decision not going to Express. )': &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Combined marks/grades got pulled down by my CA damn'it.`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Total&lt;/u&gt;: 422.1/600, &lt;u&gt;Percentage&lt;/u&gt;: 70.4% (Deproved)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;EMB3 Aggregate - 11, L1B2 Aggregate - 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remarks&lt;/u&gt;: She's a pleasant and conscientious student with excellent manners. She is always cooperative and attentive which makes it a pleasure to have her in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohyeah, Happy Birthday Johannes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;They don't understand, though all these have been contradicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps you're right for once, maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-89062669316562383?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/89062669316562383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=89062669316562383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/89062669316562383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/89062669316562383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-isnt-right-itd-never-be.html' title='The time isn&apos;t right, it&apos;ll never be.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1579432601585232572</id><published>2008-05-22T15:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:00:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world doesn't revolve around you.</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime. "&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes a moment is a lifetime." ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gotten all my results back, here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English' )':&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 - 40/60&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 - &lt;strong&gt;53/80&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 66%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese' (Miracle!)&lt;br /&gt;Papers still with Cher'&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 63%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' lvl EMaths' (Not satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 - &lt;strong&gt;55/80&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 - 75/100&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 72%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N' lvl EMaths' (:D)&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 - 75/80&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 - 47/60&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 91%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'lvl Add.Maths' )':&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 - &lt;strong&gt;49/70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 70%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science' (:D)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - 42/50&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 41/50&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 83%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities' (Sighs`)&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - &lt;strong&gt;18/30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - 27/30&lt;br /&gt;Overall Percentage - 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those highlighted ones are a bunch of disappointments. Though I got at least a top 5 in every subjects except Chinese (Top 10), I'm still quite devastated :/ -That woman's not happy already (...) Ohwells, sad to say, my Social Studies &amp;amp; A'Maths had deproved. Other subjects were okay, at least to me they is. [: Because, if you're good, you won't always be; there'll still be people better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'll just let you say whatever you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1579432601585232572?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1579432601585232572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1579432601585232572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1579432601585232572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1579432601585232572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-doesnt-revolve-around-you.html' title='The world doesn&apos;t revolve around you.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6354542714263327840</id><published>2008-05-21T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:30:56.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you turn those tears to smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/missbrightside.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lead an extremely boring life): Didn't attend school today, unable to get out of bed due to tiredness. Didn't slept well last night, bad dreams. &amp;amp;The weather nowadays are super hot! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up during other people's recess time, studied a little on Binomial Theorem; the Chapter which Mrs. Seck wanted to teach today. (See, lessons as per normal) Wasn't able to understand the concept, only a bit :/ Sometimes I may wish to have tuitions, sometimes I'm happy to know that I don't have any. Grr, &amp;amp;now is one of the times I wish to have one tutor to teach me the basics. Holidays still need go back for remedials- (But most likely I'm not going') &amp;amp;Stupid God'bro took my keys away leaving me home alone. Now I can't even go out cause I don't have any keys to lock the damn door -.- Regretted not going school, boring-boring-day. ]x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh as you can see, changed blogskin.`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very simple one. Bye [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6354542714263327840?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6354542714263327840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6354542714263327840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6354542714263327840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6354542714263327840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-turn-those-tears-to-smiles.html' title='When you turn those tears to smiles.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_missbrightside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5621968127033556660</id><published>2008-05-20T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:57:12.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes no sense at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stupid blogger. D:&lt;br /&gt;I typed my post till very long then published, then got error -.-&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't want blog already lahs T.T&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm gonna retype it all over again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up @8am, prepared &amp;amp; out with God'brother &amp;amp;mom. (: From Orchard hike upupup to some hidden places in Somerset, did some boringgg stuffs and etc. Then from Somerset hiked downdowndown to Orchard again, had my favourite desserts at a small cafe, slacked and wasted some time strolling to Plaza Sing' Shopped around and left at around 2.40pm in order to make it in time to meet Jo &amp;amp; Jiaming @Braddel. Skipskip(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wasted about 1/2 an hour getting lost. Called up the guy and he asked us to wait for a red truck to arrive, (Scary uhs, the red truck doesn't have any Walls Icecream Logo on it. As not-a-grown-up ourselves thought that it was some kidnap cases. :/) Gathered all our guts to meet the fellow, he looks more like a fishmonger actually :O Starting work on this Saturday; that'll be a trial for me because it's only 30% commission and I don't think it's worth the time, (I rather sleep/go out/) So if the pay is low then I'll quit straightaway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for another interview as Operator in the evening, as a first-timer like me I was scared to death, not. Then it turns out okay tho' my pay's 50cent lower than Jo -.- But who cares I'm gonna work 1hour more than him :D Yups, hopefully I'll be employed soon. I'm gonna work everyday(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04638.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Free Souvenir given to us by the Marketing Director)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students who took Digital Animation as their Elective Module (me) have got the privilege to visit the Company of Electronic Arts (EA Games) @Centennial Tower; (I want to work there! The environment/scenery/everything are superb can! But you'll need at least a degree to get inside, :O I'm full of envious already') Then there's this Canadian Producer came to give me a High 5, he was really very cool xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lol, meaningful trip. We get to play the game of FIFA Online that hadn't been lauched in Singapore yet, (Was sabo-ed by some people &amp;amp;as the only girl there I have no idea what's happening') Had short lectures to get know more about how they create their games♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/Editted]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I rather you leave me alone than being so protective. Much to your concern I seriously feel way much better when you're not around. Sometimes it's better to be just friends, as first of all I didn't even say anything about liking or not liking. So I'd really appreciate you to be normal, or simply leave me alone. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5621968127033556660?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5621968127033556660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5621968127033556660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5621968127033556660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5621968127033556660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-makes-no-sense-at-all.html' title='It makes no sense at all.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_DSC04638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4288918246147566734</id><published>2008-05-19T21:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:54:28.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never would have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay there's school tomorrow :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I miss schoolinggg, for now. Because I still yet to know my English &amp;amp; Physics Results.&lt;br /&gt;As I can blog it up once I get it [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had fun today, (I think so?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will update about it tomorrow, as I'm really very tired to do so now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay, there's school tomorrow :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm over it, over all th' naggings you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know I've did my best. -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4288918246147566734?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4288918246147566734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4288918246147566734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4288918246147566734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4288918246147566734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/sir-survey-d.html' title='Never would have.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2853730553909939177</id><published>2008-05-18T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:30:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click(s) for a change :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heys readers♥ !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoever you are, thanks for visiting my blog :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;There's this very small-small favour I hope you people can help! (Which I gurantee you sure can!) See the nuffnang advertisment @the right corner of my blog? [: The favour is by helping me &lt;strong&gt;CLICK IT&lt;/strong&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing more than that, but after you click it; &lt;u&gt;you may want to browse around the website,&lt;/u&gt; because it's really very informative(?) --♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohyeahs one more thing, I've submitted a blogskin a moment ago. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the link; &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/191276"&gt;blend-ednotes♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hinthint* It's supersuper girly okay! I don't know what's up with me creating girly skins. :O Because it's easier to edit? Lols, hahas spent hours editting it [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks, xoxo♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2853730553909939177?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2853730553909939177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2853730553909939177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2853730553909939177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2853730553909939177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/clicks-for-better-future-d.html' title='Click(s) for a change :D'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-691957815120515756</id><published>2008-05-18T14:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:37:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still an obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Out :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shitshitshit, I think I'm having short-term memory lost) Okayokay. Errr, woke up @9.45pm by someone, been calling&amp;amp;calling Jo to wake him up, but his phone was off :/ So, he was late (again). D: Tsk, he don't know there's a great invention called the Alarm Clock.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures074.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as I thought I'm training there alone, coincidentally saw that turtle; so trained down to Dhouby Ghout' &amp;amp; waited for the rest for a-very-long-time :/ (Seesee, I'm alwayyyys punctual+early!) Skipskips. Waited for them for god-knows-how-long &amp;amp; trained down to Harbour Front. Amelia &amp;amp; Regin has been playing hide&amp;amp;seek with us for er, loads of times? Yet we failed to find them x[ (Typical Saturday with teenagers running round VivoCity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures080.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only played hide&amp;amp;seek with them for one time lahs, &amp;amp;it's tiring running up and down; but fun anyway(: But then that Jiaming managed to 'threaten' me out by a sms -.- Stupidstupid lol. A few of us wanted to go Sentosa, but in the end didn't, as majority wins. Next we went up to arcade for a few plays, (I didn't play uh, they did :D) I was slacking/resting @ one of the spoilt machines, refer to picture above. *The metal thingy I was holding came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/ahhhhemms.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/ahemms.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;The children all went hunrgy for food/water): So went down to find for food, dang I can't find any shockgums from CandyEmpire :/ I used to have a lot of them, gahh D: Ohoh, &amp;amp;after buying some food from er, some Korean Eatery whatever, went to fool around; above's a picture of Jo holding onto his street sausage stick on that &lt;strong&gt;kiddy machine&lt;/strong&gt;! &amp;amp;Heyy that's not me okay, it's not me :X (Okay finefine it's me, I was too fat to fit inside D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures081.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regin &amp;amp; Kenneth went back home @ around 5pm &amp;amp; the rest of us trained down to Bugis for the arcade, first we strolled to Sunshine Plaza; note that our legs were already breaking after the long day* &amp;amp;Hor see that Icecream below? It was half melting away &amp;amp; I don't know what to do so I passed it back to Amelia' but she dropped it LOL. &amp;amp;We don't know why we screamed because it dropped. Zzz then nearly make someone go deaf :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures077.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the arcade, played a few rounds of Outrun and then the boys went super crazy! They were playing with some don't-know-call-what machine &amp;amp; while waiting for the dice to drop down; they keep shouting &lt;strong&gt;"PUSH, PUSH!"&lt;/strong&gt; like man labour like that LOL. Then the next thing we know was a few uncles/aunties turning their heads looking @ us. Lmao. So yeahs these are the dices they won :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04605.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;When it's time for Amelia to go home for her 'curfew', we all go with her [: Thenthen while on the train hor, there's this little indian kid (4-5year old?) keep staring at us &amp;amp; laughing as if we're some entertainers, cause the boys were like behaving like his age xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slacked @Mac' for awhile &amp;amp;then went home, saw Vanessa &amp;amp; Lorraine on the way home, I guess they had a great time at the 3F/3G's outing :D Didn't spend a single cent yesterday! [: Somemore there's something I want to say: That little indian kid's father was a pervert! I was sitting down &amp;amp; talking to the others &amp;amp; when I looked up I saw his eyes on my (...) you know -.- Walao, I feel so mad &amp;amp; [fill in the blanks] now lahr. &lt;u&gt;Idiotic pervert&lt;/u&gt; D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Alrights there's some unhappiness for me during this outing; I hope you all know what I want kay, I want freedom to do something, so please let me do whatever I want next time kay. Not as if I'll break the law right -.-&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-691957815120515756?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/691957815120515756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=691957815120515756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/691957815120515756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/691957815120515756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-obsession.html' title='Still an obsession.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_Pictures074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1204673865374646656</id><published>2008-05-16T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:03:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I felt this deep connection.</title><content type='html'>I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout.&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Average day. Was informed that we're one of the group out of the 3 who have to showcase our presentation today. The other 2 group were Loic &amp;amp; Linjie's. &amp;amp;My group has got like only 3people including me :/ Did all the anti-stage fright exercises (kiddin'), wrecked my brain while thinking on what to say. But turns out that we don't have to talk much, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The cat-walk from the Fashion Design' Module was the most entertaining [: Followed by I don't-know-what, but I'm so gonna take up the Web Designing Course next year :D Sheesh, I hope I could get in. &amp;amp;I misses animation-making a-lot a-lot! Lol!&lt;r&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Planned to sleep for this entire afternoon, ended up searching images for blogskins, teaching &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; maths (dang), and spent a few hours staring into empty spaces. Read a few books, etc. It'd be a miracle if my degree didn't rise up. I want a new pair of spectacles(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay that's about it, adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1204673865374646656?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1204673865374646656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1204673865374646656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1204673865374646656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1204673865374646656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/cause-i-felt-this-deep-connection.html' title='Cause I felt this deep connection.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6295544942451682345</id><published>2008-05-15T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:09:24.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more tears to cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Completed Project One (Cut-out Animation) &amp;amp;currently working on Project Two (Sand Animation) I like the sand animation, much more easier/convenient than the Cut-out animation. We've really learnt alot through this course you know; like the cartoons you normally watch on TV isn't as easy generated as you think, they're not completely computer-made,` my group took 1hour plus to produce a 14seconds short animation on How Chicken Lay Eggs. (Lmao to the core') Whee, I love this module♥ &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need inspiration for blogskinning. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I've decided to go back to blogskins; but there don't seems to be any idea for me. I don't want to make plain skins :/ Neither can I create complicated ones. So it's like, lol -.- Just pour me some ideas into my tagboard alrights? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But some peoples are/were really very slack can. You think your ideas will always be the best? We've wasted so much time because of you, you don't even give a damn about other people's idea, &amp;amp;in the end I was the one who have to fix those effing errors you caused. While you could happily go on with your doggie's life. I've been tolerating because I want the certificate, blame my luck for having so little girls inside this module. Grr, damn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've not been myself nowadays, usually I'd just try to laugh it off/ignore whenever anyone criticises me, but these few days I kept getting pissed whenever anyone said something I don't like. I just don't know why. &amp;amp;As I'm typing this, a tingling of freezing remorse is washing inside my body. ): Sorry guys; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be avoiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6295544942451682345?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6295544942451682345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6295544942451682345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6295544942451682345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6295544942451682345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-more-tears-to-cry.html' title='No more tears to cry.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7107527480491154511</id><published>2008-05-14T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:16:53.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; the time passes every single second.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/emoemo.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say, but goodbye. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's been asking me "What's wrong?", but how could I answer that when nothing to me seems right at all? Life more or less have changed, it isn't fair anymore. Or would I say that it has never been fair before? They say my results are good; &amp;amp;I think so too, but they don't know how furious someone feels about it. Some say I hold super high expectations for myself, but they never did consider why is that so. They'll never understand, nobody will (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those whom I've offended. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Life was perfect, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate typing emoshit. But I seriously feel better after typing it, so yeah. [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Animation Course was really fun okay ;D Though I had lost a little patience towards .. uh, them, but eventually got over it as they helped with some ideas. Which turns out xD We actually produced the first part of the animation with the idea of an ordinary chicken laying eggs :X ! Hahahs &amp;amp;will probably add Chicken Little inside tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bused &amp;amp; trained down to Chinatown to collect my Anti-biotics for rashes. &amp;amp;While on my way there, there was this woman who aged around 30plus &amp;amp; whom I expect had suffered from 'down syndrome' kept on grinning and having her eyes on me throughout the journey, (She alighted @City Hall whereas I &lt;u&gt;luckily&lt;/u&gt; alighted at Raffle's Place; I won't want to alight the same stop as her -.-'), I'm not joking! &amp;amp;She even gave me a thumbs-up after the door closed. It's pretty much scary okay, having to know someone staring at you for so long. Eww, *shivers shivers* D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;I also saw this little girl aged around 4year old who has already had her boobs developed, (I'm not trying to be sick okay, but it's true :O) It's like, oversized for her age? Weird day, or perhaps &lt;s&gt;my eyes were simply playing a trick on me&lt;/s&gt;; were they? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s}&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't move away as the train was quite crowded, somemore the surroundings were either senior citizens or indians. Grr, that woman really freaked me out -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohyeahohyeah, how come I can see a certain number of people viewing my blog, yet only a few of you people tag -.- I know who's viewing okay! Sadsadsad lol, I'm longing to see weird tags, that'll be fun x] But still, it's okay :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7107527480491154511?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7107527480491154511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7107527480491154511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7107527480491154511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7107527480491154511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-passes-every-single-second.html' title='&amp; the time passes every single second.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_emoemo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8315287812328259261</id><published>2008-05-14T16:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:00:38.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant &amp; bananas ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's this &lt;strong&gt;lamish joke&lt;/strong&gt; which I wanted to share :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elephant has 5bananas and it is hungry, but yet it does not eat it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Because the bananas are made of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 5bananas are real, but yet the elephant does not eat it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Because the elephant is made of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both the elephant &amp;amp; bananas are real, but yet it cannot eat it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Because the bananas are in the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both the elephant &amp;amp; the bananas are real and in the TV, but yet it cannot eat it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Because they are in the different channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both the elephant &amp;amp; bananas are real and in the TV &amp;amp; on the same channel, but yet it still cannot eat it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Because the TV is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Now the elephant finally eats the bananas. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Because the elephant is hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8315287812328259261?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8315287812328259261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8315287812328259261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8315287812328259261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8315287812328259261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/backspace-those-lies.html' title='Elephant &amp; bananas ;D'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5222261169838995695</id><published>2008-05-13T18:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:22:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a sorrowful space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Continued from previous entry/]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the boy grew up, he lost his temper again. He punched another guy who had snatched his girlfriend. The brawl ended up in court, and the boy was charged for attacking the guy. He was sentenced to two years in prison. The day before the boy went to jail, he walked pass his Primary School. He saw a young girl standing at the gates of the school, her hands pinching her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He went towards the girl and whispered, "You will not be young forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;That freaked the girl out. -- ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having cold war with mom, she's unhappy about my results. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;My English has deproved, though I suppose I'm one of the top 5. Sighs, &amp;amp;I don't know the overall because they haven't mark our Essays yet. Similarly, I'm utterly disappointed on my Additional Maths result, I had thought I'd get around A1, but turns out A2 D: Till then I realised that I've been so silly; (see wrong questions)` However, Chemistry was good news, but it ain't when I found out that someone else has actually gotten higher/highest, leaving me getting the second position instead. Dang. Now I'm feeling real lousy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s} Will update on my results once I receive all of 'em back. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had dreaded the Elective Module course, thinking that it sucks. But it had proved me all wrong because I've been 'elect-ed' into the course &lt;u&gt;Animation&lt;/u&gt;; most of the Amaths students are here, plus it was really fun (slacking). xD &amp;amp;The venue for this course is the Computer Lab' ; so I can like use the school comp' from today onwards till the course end on Friday(: Had lectures for the first 2/3 of the course, followed by completing a Storyboard per group' (have to create a storyboard before every animation[:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dismissed @around 2.15pm (this applies till fri.) Stayed back to wait for our dear Chemistry Results kidnapped by Mr. Lim, &amp;amp;he was late for 5mins. Etc homed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5222261169838995695?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5222261169838995695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5222261169838995695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5222261169838995695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5222261169838995695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-sorrowful-space.html' title='In a sorrowful space.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8409823259163891167</id><published>2008-05-12T19:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:15:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acres of faded memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/magicwand.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walks, and then stops at the entrance of the school. A boy is standing near the gates, his fingers pinching his ears. When the boy sees the man, he lowers his eyebrows and glares at the man. The man wants to smile at the boy. He wishes to be the boy. Just a few days ago, he had been sued by a stranger in a pub. He had punched the stranger in the face when the stranger teased about his weird dressing. The man was sentenced to a year in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says nothing. If only he is the boy. Then he can do anything that he likes without a tingle of worry. The school and law will protect the underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy wants to smile at the man. He wishes to be the man. A few hours ago, the boy had punched a friend in the nose. The friend’s nose bleed and the boy were asked to stand near the gates for two hours as punishment. The boy frowns. If only he is the man. Then he can do anything he likes without any teacher’s intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walks off, shaking his head. Freedom comes with a price, he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;The boy bows his head. He will do anything for freedom. -- ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Extracted from the book&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;u&gt;You Are Here&lt;/u&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Post Exams Activities were actually quite relaxing; I had thought it's some games or stuffs like that. But apparently it's just a movie-screening; the school had letted us (Sec1-3s) pick some old movies to enjoy in the comfortable air-conditioned hall :D Watched Step'up till recess time.` &amp;amp;I'm sososo dreading the Elective Module tomorrow, because I'd either be in the Electrical course or the .. whatever robotic course(?) It probably requires practical + theory in order to get the certificate. Not looking forward to it, blame my stupid school which doesn't allow phones, if not can post some interesting pictures up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotten back O'lvl Emaths Paper1 &amp;amp; 2 results, though I &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; happy for my Paper 2, wasn't satisfied by Paper1. Therefore my overall maths percentage turns out bullshit. If only I read&amp;amp;checked my Paper1 carefully .. I won't have misunderstood some of the questions, tmd :/ Consequently I didn't topped for it, Guizhi has outbeat-en me by 1pathetic mark. &amp;amp;I'm blaming myself for being so careless. Grr. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8409823259163891167?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8409823259163891167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8409823259163891167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8409823259163891167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8409823259163891167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/acres-of-faded-memories.html' title='Acres of faded memories.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_magicwand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7539240084247320055</id><published>2008-05-11T14:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:29:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we forget, we just don't remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May all mothers stay pretty &amp;amp; healthy. -&gt;Celebrated it last night(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hasn't had any plans for today, may be going down Vivocity later on. &amp;amp;It has been a dull afternoon, been searching for stuffs to read/watch/play. &amp;amp;I happened to find this picture which I suppose I must have editted it a long time ago in my folders. Just as random-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Pictures310.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Horoscope's Reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You need to get ready for some serious weirdness that is coming your way today -- and you won't see it coming until it's on top of you, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;Your flexibility is the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s} May I be superstitious again; it's already on top of me :/ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ohoh, do you know that two new bridges in Singapore had officially open today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are the Henderson Waves &amp;amp; Alexandra Arch; a 9km scenic walk from Harbour Front Mrt Station to West Coast Park :D It's free-of-charge okay, I sososo want to go :/ Cause the Alexandra Arch is lit with changing colours at after 7pm daily, how beautiful. &amp;amp;People may also get to see monkeys along the way during The Forest Walk. xD I'll go soon.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd always thought getting drunk was pathetic but suddenly I understood why someone might want to climb out of their body and abadon the whole world behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want to rewind my past, but this is getting out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7539240084247320055?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7539240084247320055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7539240084247320055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7539240084247320055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7539240084247320055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-we-forget-we-just-dont-remember.html' title='When we forget, we just don&apos;t remember.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7939907104194597333</id><published>2008-05-10T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:47:31.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell to pay.</title><content type='html'>Grrr. Some idiots added me &amp;amp; started bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;No life one, I wonder if he talks about those sick jokes every single day -.-&lt;br /&gt;Blocked and deleted [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been such a long time since I played hide&amp;amp;seek. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone thinks it's way too childish for my age now, yeah it's true but :/ I can't deny I really missed those childhood days (..) &amp;amp;I hate being an only child, even though the advantages are you can get all the attention from your parents, but similarly the pressure from them too, cause there's no other siblings for replacement. I envy those people who have siblings, at least they have someone well to argue or play with etc :/ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate how fast the time passes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good or bad, right or wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've made up my mind; till I see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Out in the afternoon, back in the evening. Loads of things happened, I don't know whether there's more good than bad, or more bad than good. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Because all that had happened weren't things that I supposed to know in the first place. &amp;amp;You know, I think there's seriously something wrong with me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been using my laughter to hide my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7939907104194597333?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7939907104194597333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7939907104194597333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7939907104194597333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7939907104194597333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/hell-to-pay.html' title='Hell to pay.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8616636841775149878</id><published>2008-05-09T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:32:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the shadow.</title><content type='html'>Failed to hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;I have totally nothing to do after exams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow I missed examinations too, the sight of 200plus candidates concentrating so hard on their papers in the hall. The tension(s) &amp;amp; the aircon that gives you an icy feeling down your spine. Okok enough, what I'm trying to say is, I've been super &lt;strong&gt;b-o-r-e-d&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First was all the crazy muggings and stress you have to cope with, and then the very next moment you realised that you're too free to even find anything to do. :/ I'm blogging craps again, obviously. Zzz, really don't know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blogskinng(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8616636841775149878?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8616636841775149878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8616636841775149878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8616636841775149878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8616636841775149878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/loudest-silence.html' title='Out of the shadow.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7626984884976190845</id><published>2008-05-09T14:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:30:31.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The black chasm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/paradise.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to belong to that colourful paradise I dream about all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, here it is. My oh-so-ewwish new layout which I spent the past 1whole hour editting it. (To think that I used to spend only 20mins doing the same thing last time ..) &amp;amp;Yeahs I know it's suckish, but I'm way too tired to re-edit it all over again. -This shall be temporary- (I hope!) Yes I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;pink&lt;/s&gt; too, but no choice lol ;D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been real hectic; full of crazy muggings and exams' &amp;amp;it's finally over today♥ For you know, I missed blogging so much(!) Thus I definitely love this sense of freedom, Yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL and CL Paper 1/2 - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I did 6 English Essays before hand, &amp;amp;so well that I could use 1of them on my Compo' (with different story but similar elaboration) but I'm not sure about the letter writing though.` EL Paper 2 was easy! As for Chinese, I suppose I'll do better for Paper1, the storyline and all, because as I've calculated, lost 30+marks for Paper2 already. (I don't know how to read 3/4 of the paper T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics (O/N' lvl) -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mrs. Seck had marked our O'lvl Maths Paper 2, got highest in class for scoring 75' (look it's not good, just A1 -.-, but I'm still happy :D) I've been pessimistic thinking I'd fail, but turns out [: Paper 1 was full of careless mistakes, I didn't know that I've substracted wrong sums till we get to see the answer scripts after school :/ (Sighs) &amp;amp;N'lvl Maths Paper(s) was easier to me, some thought it was harder than O'lvl one. Well, different people different views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined Science(s) -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Physics was very lenient okay! Only a few 1mark question don't know. (: &amp;amp;Mr. Lim had actually frightened all of us by showing us last year's Midyear Chemistry Paper the day before the paper itself, my mind went blank during the remedial; he's fast -.- Mm hmm, then stress-ed out nearly drop dead but didn't, mugged&amp;amp;mugged before the paper. *However! It turns out as simple as the Physics Paper lor; so what can you say from this? He tricked us into mugging so hard! D: It's a good thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined Humanitie(s) -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Social Studies and History are the main two subjects I'm worry about. (besides Chinese') All the source-based inference questions were just simply monsters in disguised to pull your entire grades down): I hope I'll eventually get through it. (Shit lahxzx, I topped for Geography last year but have chosen History instead, how stupid can I be :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Mathematics -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of all the papers I've taken, this is the only paper which I'm &lt;u&gt;most confident&lt;/u&gt; on ;D May get quite high bahs, as I only don't know how to do the last question, but will get method marks also. Hence I guess I'd be getting 58above upon 70. (If not I chop off my head xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay this is crapish, those taking O'lvl maths have to take N'lvl maths as well, so that adds up to 5maths paper which we have to take. -&gt; Can you imagine, everyday was a different subject with maths after recess. Others get to go home early, while we -.- (Some other schools don't have this policy lor, it's so unfair D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Goodbye for now, may blog again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7626984884976190845?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7626984884976190845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7626984884976190845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7626984884976190845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7626984884976190845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/black-chasm.html' title='The black chasm.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-94014652395198402</id><published>2008-05-01T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:20:39.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it never happened before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, identify yourself as right- or left- brain person: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hold your hands together, as if you were praying.&lt;br /&gt;Look at your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left thumb below the right thumb: left brain&lt;br /&gt;Right thumb below the left thumb: right brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fold your arms in front of you as if you are angry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right arm above left arm: left brain&lt;br /&gt;Left arm above right arm: right brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on 1 and 2 (order important), below is the interpretation of your personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right-Left:&lt;/strong&gt; Considerate, traditional, indirect type. Can instinctively read other's emotion and respond friendly by natures. Although not very into taking initiatives in moving forward, this person will always take a step back in supporting others. Stable personality and considerate, gives others a 'being protected' feeling. But their weakness is they cannot say no. Regardless how unwilling they are, they will still take care of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right-Right:&lt;/strong&gt; Straightforward. Once decided on something, they will take action right away. Very curious and love challenges. Dare to face dangers without thinking through (sometimes foolishly). Their weakness is they don't listen to others. They will filter in only what they want to hear in a conversation and very subjective. However, because of their straightforward attitude, they tend to be fairly popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left-Left:&lt;/strong&gt; Dedicated, cold, perfectionist. Very logical in all aspects. The only way to defeat (or win over) him/her is through reasons. Has a lot of pride and feels strongly about doing the right thing. If they are your friends, they are very trustworthy. However, if they are your opponents, they will be very tough to deal with. Because they can be very "anal" as a perfectionist, they usually leave a bad impression of being hard to deal with when first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left-Right:&lt;/strong&gt; Likes to take care of others, the leader type. Has a cool and keen observation ability to see through situations, yet still can be considerate in others needs. Because of their cool, calm nature and strong sense of responsibility, they tend to become head of a group. Popular among people. However, they may not be able to help themselves in meddling because they want to take care of others too much. Very concerned about how others view them, and always on alert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp;It's damn true in a sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I belong to the Left-left Brain Category. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-94014652395198402?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/94014652395198402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=94014652395198402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/94014652395198402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/94014652395198402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe-it-never-happened-before.html' title='Maybe it never happened before.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2848251768211509469</id><published>2008-04-23T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:25:14.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your perspectives are switching.</title><content type='html'>Since I have some time now, shan't delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't wanna my blog dead&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to {inserts name}:&lt;br /&gt;Your blogskin's totally the same as my personal blogskin please; I'm not angry for you ripping it off though, but at least the credits area there "Blogskin: Noname" can kindly change to my name or not :/ (Sighs, for the first time I'm happy someone ripped off something o.o')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okayokay, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There'll be A.Maths test on Chapter 4 tha' next day.` That's a super miserable chapter lor, nvmnvm. I'm happy today &amp;amp; lalalala! xD &amp;amp;I'm actually so proud of myself for completing those 6assignments+revisions+notes in 3hours. Whee &amp;amp;I loveee my mom, she finally returned home from her real MIA for 11days -.- Yay :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright byeeee! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2848251768211509469?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2848251768211509469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2848251768211509469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2848251768211509469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2848251768211509469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-perspectives-are-switching.html' title='Your perspectives are switching.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2489987998939434766</id><published>2008-04-20T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:51:23.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's such a lame joke.</title><content type='html'>Now that I think about it ..&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of impossibility flashed across my mind. -&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a long day yesterday. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Supposed to meet Jojo at 9.30am @Hub, but that toot overslept (-.-) So trained down alone to Dhouby Ghout to meet the rest, &amp;amp;that turtle kept playing with the escalator lmao. Trained down to Orchard to meet the two late-comers &amp;amp; went to the Popular (Closing down Sales), regretted forgetting to bring my $30 Popular Voucher, longed for that (I-don't-know-what) lor :/ &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently on Hiatus;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Due to th' coming exams &amp;amp; on-going events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Maybe I should uninstall my msn :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Takecares♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeah only turtle bought something, not really worth for us to wait our fares :/ But meh it's okay, trained back down to Dhouby to Plaza Sing' &amp;amp;etc. Fooled around &amp;amp; caused Kenneth to have a headache because of a packet of Strawberry Pocky. (Laughs!) &amp;amp;Then arcaded awhile, the guys got to attend their school's Speech Day &amp;amp; as for us girls; headed down to Bugis Central Lending Library for some revisions. Studied for like around 2hours(?) and then had a long hike from there to Suntec City. Skipskips' [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Waited for the guys to meet us in the evening, kinda got lost in Raffles City (:X) Blahs Suntec City, guys had their Burger King and we have our Pastamania, fair enough :D Arcaded once again, blahs &amp;amp; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s} Fun/tiring day, &amp;amp;different emotions at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2489987998939434766?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2489987998939434766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2489987998939434766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2489987998939434766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2489987998939434766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-such-lame-joke.html' title='Life&apos;s such a lame joke.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2433813339821990801</id><published>2008-04-18T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:26:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plunge into the world of fantasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The parade has turns out pretty fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though I did somehow lagged for a few seconds when the music begins. Didn't get a chance to take group photos with the others.` Tiptoe-d inside the hall halfway through Mrs. Lim's story on the Power of teaching, &amp;amp;did managed to survive from all the long lectures. [: Only received $30 Popular Voucher. (-.-) Like $30 for every subjects, &amp;amp; $40 for being top in standard; that's how they do it. :O Lastly had photo-taking for Prize Winners. &amp;amp;Off we go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How true is the Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2433813339821990801?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2433813339821990801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2433813339821990801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2433813339821990801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2433813339821990801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/plunge-into-world-of-fantasy.html' title='Plunge into the world of fantasy.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7953967885126447295</id><published>2008-04-17T17:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:44:02.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/timetravel.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dang, I hate all these rashies. I've already ceased my intake of allergic items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even so it still kept on multiplying :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Furthermore, I'm bored by the amount of ineffectual &amp;amp; nonsensical stuffs we've been going through, (that so-called 'useful' curriculum, yeah right') I see no point in anything we do, if its been so useful to be taught in realife, then why're we still lagging far behind? (Seriously uhs, those repeated things can be memorised from that way-much-more relevant book in a day, without wasting so much time seeing them fooling around D:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow: &lt;strong&gt;School Actual Speech Day♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have to like be in Full-U by 6.55pm and fall in' in the parade @7pm sharp. &amp;amp;to rush up the hall straightaway after the parade for Prize Giving. (There was a change in the route going back to the seats!) Shitxzx I not sure how to march up to receive the prize -.- Ohwell, I told ya' I'd rather not be a prize winner): Coughs &amp;amp; vomits blood,* Can I like, stay @home to study the next day instead? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;K I guess it's really time for me to stop ranting ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*Zips mouth*, Oh nonono, I'm getting arrogant too. Dx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7953967885126447295?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7953967885126447295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7953967885126447295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7953967885126447295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7953967885126447295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-while-so.html' title='It&apos;s been a while so.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_timetravel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2762680796218110417</id><published>2008-04-16T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:41:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain things could be true, even if its not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seriously dislike this week. D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If 'm ever been given a chance, I'd rather not receive the prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; I mean it. Speech Day isn't fun, for several reasons', (to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I've mentioned in the previous post; that I've been having weird dreams these days, found out &amp;amp; realised that it's something related to Paramnesia (a disorder of memory in which dreams or fantasies are confused with reality) &amp;amp; déjà vu. Though it's common for people age 16-25 to experience it nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Such as doing random things that &lt;strong&gt;I've already seen in the past&lt;/strong&gt;, that the whole entire situation had happened a few weeks or months ago. &amp;amp;I've remembered dreaming things such as the End-of-Year Science Question &amp;amp; answering it wrongly, probably because I only remembered see-ing the same scene while doing the question on the day itself. &amp;amp;Secondly, the numbers from the 2nd Prize of 4D (too bad my mom hadn't listened to me then, D:) Lastly, random stuffs like where I visited, eaten, all those etc. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once I dreamt I saw a girl doing things she shouldn't, and I thought; poor thing, she doesn't have a clue what she's letting herself in for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥ But in that confused, shadowy, halfway state between sleeping and wakening, I clung to my dream, wishing it were me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;However, as for my age now it's pretty extraordinary that I've also been having a nightmare that occured to me during the ages before 7, pauses in between 8-13 and now it has started all over again. ' Waking me up in the middle of the night pondering :/ &amp;amp;I have this feeling it's gonna happen soon enough, I don't know when, but soon (..) It's pretty scary to experience such things when you know that most of the things you dreamt naturally actually came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's good to have theses dreams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but sometimes it'll eventually get on your nerves. (People'd think you're mad/whatever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp;I decided to type all these out because I hope, that the nightmare'll just go away. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2762680796218110417?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2762680796218110417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2762680796218110417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2762680796218110417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2762680796218110417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/certain-things-could-be-true-even-if.html' title='Certain things could be true, even if its not.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1621419572545735060</id><published>2008-04-14T13:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:11:21.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>; &amp;All these recurring dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out with Turtle Daddy &amp;amp; Jojo without his Powerpuff Girls. Ohwell, paced to National Library after metting my long-lost dad @Bugis Mrt. Stupiak Jo says he very hungry :/ So headed to Bugis Food Junction; &amp;amp;he only bought some drinks for us, dot. Decided to study at Library@ th' Esplanade instead, so we took our time to 'hike' there, what a tedious hike :O Bought donuts at Suntec City. (See lil'girl, I told you I was there D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pokes around, together with some catchings. &amp;amp;The next thing we know we were studying in the cold atmosphere of the library already, heh they don't really understand my notes :D (Okay lahr, somehow -.-') Mugged for like more than 1 1/2 hour at least, &amp;amp;then trained down to Bugis again for our dinner. Had Pepper &lt;s&gt;Lunch&lt;/s&gt; Dinner followed by the oh-so delicious dessert coped from them [: Tralalas~ Homed next,♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kept having weird dreams nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very simple dreams, but do simple dreams come true at times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worst is, one of them kept on repeating in flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Perhaps I'm fairly tired .. probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't attend school, my left foot went sore ever since I took out my shoe last night. Applied 4plasters around my toes :/ Still, I didn't just simply go absent from school and slacked okay. I gave myself self-lesson by reading through the textbooks according to class timetable. Lmao except for Character Education lahrs (like duh') Now I have no idea whether I should wear slippers to school tomorrow or not, judging that there'll also be Speech Day Rehearsal the next day. I don't want to go up the stage receiving my prize in slippers :/ But will I accidentally tripped over the steps in boots? (Still have to march somemore ..) Omg I don't want to be prize winner already D: Scary ya' know. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1621419572545735060?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1621419572545735060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1621419572545735060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1621419572545735060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1621419572545735060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-dreams-kept-repeating.html' title='; &amp;All these recurring dreams.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5841047442176039350</id><published>2008-04-12T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:56:34.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convert dreams into reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="chatnoir" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://users.ntua.gr/ge01033/games/submachine.swf" width="340" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently I've been doing the same old weekend plan. Hence there's nothing much for me to blog about. But I recently came across this adventure flash game somewhere (forgot the site but copied down the code) &amp;amp;it's really fun ;D Though I did get frustrated at first. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Joke for the Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Mother had three daughters and on their weddings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she tells each one of them to write back about their marriage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the first one gets married. The second day the letter arrives with a single message... simply, "Maxwell Coffeehouse." Mother got confused and finally noticed in a Maxwell, and it says, "Satisfaction to the last drop..." So, Mother is happy. Then the second daughter gets married. Only after a week was there a message that reads, "Rothmans." So the Mother looks into the Rothmans ad, and it says, "Life Size, King Size." And Mother is happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it was the third one's wedding. Mother was anxious. Only after four weeks came the message, "British Airways." And Mother looks into the BA ad, but this time she fainted. The ad reads, "Two times a day, four times a week, both ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you don't get the joke, the hint is "think sick." [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5841047442176039350?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5841047442176039350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5841047442176039350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5841047442176039350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5841047442176039350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/convert-dreams-into-reality.html' title='Convert dreams into reality.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5015707221663942119</id><published>2008-04-11T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:30:06.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-Shaped box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04334.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports Day♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Bishan Stadium, sat and stood for like a trillion times. Only one casualty spotted within my area, &amp;amp;they presumed that he had sprained his hips or something like that(?) Hence Guangliang just 'muscularly' carried him onto the stretcher and sends him back to the base. Thus I was praying and hoping that nobody else would get injured, if not I'll be like, omg. :O Dismissed at around 10.30am, got home to get prepared for the Recreational Activity after that(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04331.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04337.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04330.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04338.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the Sec1's @Amk before we train down to th' Meeting Point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waited for 1/2 hour till everyone else was there, and then strolled down to &lt;strong&gt;Mind's Cafe'&lt;/strong&gt; :D Though it's a cool place, but I can't deny it's been quite boring for those who already have been there last year; which is excluding the Sec1s. Well, at least they have had fun [: Ordered "Mushroom &amp;amp; Cheese toasties (with fries)" for $4.50 if I'm not wrong. &amp;amp;Went around to cope people's food, not bad yeahs. After a few rounds of good games, decided to study a little; (Chemistry &amp;amp; Social Studies') Stuffs like that. &amp;amp;It was pouring cats &amp;amp; dogs, chickens &amp;amp; ducks outside when the Recre' finally ended. Trained home with Ziyan and was drenched with that white class tee :/ (Ohwells, if you know what I mean -.-') Had a so-so day anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC04339.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;See this hardworking guy? (Coughcoughs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It rained this morning too! There goes my chance of running 2.4 D: Ohwells, school's as usual &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; something nearly caused me to suffer from stroke during Add. Maths today. (The stupid new sitting arrangement, I wonder how am I gonna .. Nvm :/) Homed, then out to Library. Borrowed 3books to read for these 3loneless nights. Gotta mug these weekends, oh and no going out, I have to save money♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bad flu, so I don't really understnd what am I typing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The English used may be broken, so yeah can't be blamed. Bye♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5015707221663942119?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5015707221663942119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5015707221663942119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5015707221663942119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5015707221663942119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/heart-shaped-box.html' title='Heart-Shaped box.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_DSC04334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4807816403907336060</id><published>2008-04-09T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:30:02.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohdamnnn, I was &lt;strong&gt;perfectly alright&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; Now I'm officially down with a flu. Praying and hoping that it'd be gone by tomorrow; if not I would like miss out all the fun joy and laughters :/ Nevermind`, I'm gonna have my hardcore mugging tomorrow anyway. But I can't study with this stupid block nose! (-.-) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recreational Activity@ Mind's Cafe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been there last year, no choice but have to go there again this year -.- Right after the Sports Day somemore, I hope I don't sweat so much while doing the Public Duty. :O -Not enough time to bathe, lmao! -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I'm not gonna enjoy the boardgames/whatever there :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be doing .. something else [: *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season of Mugging♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mid Year's Exam just &lt;u&gt;20days&lt;/u&gt; away. (!#$%^&amp;amp;*@ Faints-?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;English&amp;amp;Mathematic(s) won't be much a problem, with the basic skills applied. Combined Science will probably be manageable, but I suppose the questions will turn out eww. D: As for Humanities itself, it's really unfair for Mdm. Shanthi to collect our Mindmap lor, cause we don't get to see her tomorrow or the day after, ohscrewit. History's crazy, no way am I gonna score A for that :/ Oh, did I missed out Chinese? Bloody Cheena's gonna pull my overall grades down, down&amp;amp;down! Just to think about it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I ever fail anything, she's gonna kick me out -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kinda regret for what I've done during Primary School.):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of 10times, I pon-ed school/lessons for at least 4times every month (..) &amp;amp;For doing my own heavenly stuffs during lessons. &amp;amp;for scribbling craps in exams. If not, I think I could have ended up in some better schools. Ohwell! Shall quit ranting, what's over wouldn't be repeated anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4807816403907336060?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4807816403907336060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4807816403907336060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4807816403907336060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4807816403907336060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/confessions-of-broken-heart.html' title='Confessions of a broken heart.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5412676521140103956</id><published>2008-04-08T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:56:51.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't be soon before long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/morethanwords.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But sometimes, I just want nothing; nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear I'm gonna flunk the E.Maths test this round, every single question &lt;strong&gt;was easy&lt;/strong&gt;. Just that I don't have the mood to work on it, so I just simply scribbled some craps on that piece of fullscap paper as answers, and handed up. I was really moody doing the paper. (Like what the hell had happened to me man, :/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decided to concentrate real hard during History Period, &amp;amp;I did. But I still don't get the meaning of "Kulaks", whoever knows what's that? I can't find it anywhere in the textbook D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speech Day Rehearsal, those lousier ones got kicked aside. Yeah &amp;amp; those better ones got to enjoy their life fooling around too. The world is meant to be made up of different levels of people, different casts, &amp;amp;this is yet another example. But who cares? Broke down a few times while waiting for the Rehearsal to end, to what seems like eternity. &amp;amp;It's a great thing everyone else thought I was just merely yawning, whatever (..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I've never ever expected anything in return from you. --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;amp; I don't wanna talk about it, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5412676521140103956?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5412676521140103956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5412676521140103956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5412676521140103956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5412676521140103956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-wont-be-soon-before-long.html' title='It won&apos;t be soon before long.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_morethanwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-804780164412052052</id><published>2008-04-07T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:31:53.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Colourful Paradise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If Only we could live in dreams (..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dreamt about that &lt;strong&gt;Colourful Paradise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;White puffy clouds signalling the end of the rain, &amp;amp;cheerful childrens running about. With that green camel hill that keeps violet&amp;amp;pink flowers blooming happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My imagination's childish, but that's what I dreamt of last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Visions♥)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil May Cry. --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great today, I hadn't been dreading lessons for the first time. Basically because I really missed learn-ing? (Wth` That sounded wrong xD) Ohwells, there was this Napfa test for all Upper Secondary Girls, &amp;amp;just as I've expected, I failed my Standing Broad Jump again. :/ Was satisfied with my other stations record though, [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't get to attend Cm due to time constrain from Napfa. But there'll still be a Speech Day Rehearsal tomorrow, till 7pm! Not fair, I wanted to join them @Starbuck's, sad D: Completed A.Maths homework, but didn't really have the mood to revise on Congruent&amp;amp;Similar Triangles for th' E.maths test tomorrow. I guess those wouldn't be a problem if I try to be more careful &amp;amp; patient. Onlin-ed &amp;amp;realised that I've been such a mad and hyper kid. Even some people that usually ask me to talk more had asked me to shut up. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, good things will always come to an end; had some arguments with my parents, over &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;. With everything I do/said, they never seems to trust me at all. That's how things go wrong. Comparing my attitude in school and out, and home .. I'll tell you, I have to live in 3 big different world): That's why I always wanted to live in dreamland. Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I rather not to be loved at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-804780164412052052?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/804780164412052052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=804780164412052052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/804780164412052052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/804780164412052052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-colourful-paradise.html' title='That Colourful Paradise.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5136055616015368715</id><published>2008-04-05T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:39:41.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigy, You can see it in his eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore &lt;strong&gt;Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;logical Gardens♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't fun, it was amazinging cool &amp;amp; exciting ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss feeding the kangaroos! That cute joey totally behaves like a tamed pet like that. Hahas! I'm starting to love kangaroos now, right now! [: &amp;amp;The playground there was great, (not mentioning that I've stayed wet till evening D:) They took a video me playing the water etc, hilarious lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Roamed a few rounds around the Orang Utans and don't-know-where to search for Polar Bears, it's not really the right temperature for it lor, plus not enough ice :/ Ohwells, after that walked a few more rounds in order find the Giraffes, &amp;amp;thats the last animal I snapped♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Btw, pictures were taken by me with Jo's Camera.`)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End of Second Zoo Trip of the Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bused back to Hub, &amp;amp;they kind of gave me a surprise gift. (Thanks! :D) And then trained down to Bishan Food Junction for Dinner; had Chicken Udon (Fried chicken doesn't taste good when soaked:/) Jeremy.L was there, at least he didn't recognized me phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Played around in the arcade, etc and homed! Great day♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;As for today, mugged from 1.30pm to 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Had thought I'd only finish @around 8pm plus. I love Balancing Equations :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nothing much, I can't make up my mind whether to go fishing tomorrow though :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5136055616015368715?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5136055616015368715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5136055616015368715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5136055616015368715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5136055616015368715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/prodigy-you-can-see-it-in-his-eyes.html' title='Prodigy, You can see it in his eyes.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1844468953500205839</id><published>2008-04-05T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:54:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/05.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; 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&lt;img height="130" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/46.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="130" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/16.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="130" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/38.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1844468953500205839?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1844468953500205839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1844468953500205839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1844468953500205839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1844468953500205839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-6443664506995895159</id><published>2008-04-03T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:35:39.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words don't always bring me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looks like I've broken my promise, lmao. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, shall briefly elaborate it ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't be updating regularly&lt;/strong&gt;, SA1's in a month's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus Rehearsals and revisions to do, gotta mug real hard too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So I may have to starve my blog from now on. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday♥&lt;/strong&gt; is a just a normal school day. Collected $80+ for Flag Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday♥&lt;/strong&gt; SMS Zoo Trail, hoping that the rain would stop soon. I suppose we're the one of the few groups who complete all of the 8Questions Correctly! But it's like, the system was down and it's sorta unfair for everyone.` Still, we got to enjoy the lovely environment there(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday♥&lt;/strong&gt; Got lost in Singapore for about 3times in one shot! Supposed to train&amp;amp;alight at Outram Park, but in the end the voice of the train said "Outram Park, please mind your platform gaps whatever." It stops at Tiong Bahru. So creepy lor, then I got lost there too, the routes are -.- Etc, got scolded by the cashier @the clinic for being late, (who ask them locate their clinic till so far :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today♥&lt;/strong&gt; Really slow in balancing the Equations, while some could do it mentally D: After that had Supplementary; Failed my A.Maths test, because I mixed up the SumofRoots with Productofroots formula, if I didn't mixed it up in the 1st place, I'd have gotten 10more marks (which Mrs. Seck refuse to give me even 2marks to pass :/) &amp;amp;I'd have passed T.T Sadsadsad, really very sad. Speech Day Rehearsal, playing with the rainwater and stuffs. Boring, ran home drenched, hopefully I won't catch a cold tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay will be going to the Zoo again tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-6443664506995895159?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6443664506995895159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=6443664506995895159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6443664506995895159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/6443664506995895159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/words-dont-always-bring-me-down.html' title='Words don&apos;t always bring me down.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-277160901297859775</id><published>2008-03-30T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:57:08.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy, for all you know :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As promised, updated !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired, after the long day of studying! But 'm Happy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-277160901297859775?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/277160901297859775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=277160901297859775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/277160901297859775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/277160901297859775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-happy-for-all-you-know-d.html' title='I&apos;m happy, for all you know :D'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-758075171562910294</id><published>2008-03-29T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:50:58.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want(ed) you to see me through it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love th' clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I love those patterns the clouds have formed.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sky so much♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nature's the best entertainment of all. --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Say no to emo`)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flag Day has been so successful. ;D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Groups have been re-arranged, but I still ended up partnering Ziyan alone, as Jeanette was too ill to come. She's been a great helper okay! (Thankyou!) &amp;amp;According to plan; Chiong-ed to Toa Payoh (the town of Good Peoples) &amp;amp;that Xiong came and followed us around, hahas great companion ` thanks to your generous donations (: Asked around outside my Kindergarten School (Methodist Church) &amp;amp;then off we go to Novena.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;United Square; (hothothot weather!) Ziyan's tutor didn't donate to us like we thought she will. Well sad case, but despite being soso exhausted walking around. Headed to Velocity there to ask, big business. Lol, &amp;amp;after that had Spicy Cheese @Donut Factory, thanks Xiong for th'treat ;D He's damn kind lahr, hahas and etc. After that, trained down to Bishan &amp;amp;he left for his work too.` Hmms and thanks to some generous peoples uh, three at a row so cool♥ If not for them, I doubt my flags would even worth $30. Yay happy, but I think I have to go down &amp;amp; help them with their donations next time round. N'mind shareshare! [: -- &amp;amp;then, skip some parts, returned our Corp tins and end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised I hasn't been very active in blogging nowadays, compared to last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awh feel so guilty about it, 'cause I'm getting lazier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note to self:&lt;/u&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;blog tomorrow! &amp;amp;The day after, everyday! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-758075171562910294?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/758075171562910294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=758075171562910294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/758075171562910294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/758075171562910294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanted-you-to-see-me-through-it-all.html' title='I want(ed) you to see me through it all.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-4356521951900655024</id><published>2008-03-28T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:33:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a million question's flashing through my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- SPCA@ Mount Vernont♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been such a long time since I last visited there! Missed the place so very much :/ I still remembered how I always make a trip there every Tuesday after school a few years ago. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things had really changed a lot, but the environment didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope there'll be another shelter to be build up soon. [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;amp;I realised I could actually communicate with animals, (okay fine, not entirely true') but I love them ♥ Was pissed off the whole day because of something stupid today; but felt so great after the free time with them. There's this black adult cat who seems to gets my attention, his/her name's like uh, Sasha or Toby? Forgotten, as there was quite a handful of black cats around. &amp;amp;This Husky named Astrid, with awesome barkings. ;D Shall pay another visit soon.`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flag Day tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will be going to a number of places. Hope that the donors would be extra generous. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Eh, I don't think I'm mentally prepared :X&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-4356521951900655024?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4356521951900655024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=4356521951900655024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4356521951900655024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/4356521951900655024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/over-million-questions-flashing-through.html' title='Over a million question&apos;s flashing through my mind.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7217308092219658594</id><published>2008-03-27T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:32:00.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be buried alive' those commotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gastric, been feeling this pain for eternity. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess I won't survive till tomorrow, everything just sucked. I need a letter for tomorrow's PE. Argh damn it. Feel like puking. &amp;amp;Never expect my painkillers to finish so soon, I'm dying already.&lt;/div&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have been thinking hard on the names I'm gonna`change to, as we'll be getting our Identity Cards this year. So I've decided, after hours&amp;amp;hours of looking through th'webpages. Zéphyrin♥ will be my middle name. &amp;amp;Probably extracting out my chinese name. -I just hope everything turns out okay, &lt;s&gt;if it ever fails, then I'm going to regret to death.&lt;/s&gt; No it mustn't fail ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15mins later;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I knew it. Puked, I'm officially sick.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to do anything, may not be going tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7217308092219658594?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7217308092219658594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7217308092219658594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7217308092219658594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7217308092219658594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-buried-alive-those-commotions.html' title='Be buried alive&apos; those commotions.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1139374497439782517</id><published>2008-03-25T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:10:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppressed by thy' childish fears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/justyoume.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody got something they have to live without-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh, my mind's completely blankout for now. I hope I'm normal, been forgetting things easily nowadays, my friends, stuffs and even my own name! (I'm not joking). &amp;amp;Sighs, there'll be Additional Mathematics/History Quiz/Whatsoever test tomorrow` and I forgotten to bring home my textbooks! I'll flunk for both, hopefully not. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School was as per normal. No assembly and Mrs. Koh did some briefing about the trip to Vietnam &amp;amp; Agent Orange etc. I'm quite interested and to my surprised my mom actually agreed to it, however there's only like 5available seats for us &amp;amp; it's almost like the whole class saying they wants to join also. &amp;amp;Similarly there'll be a trip to Kuala Lumpur(sp?) and Bangkok plus Ncoc(I think) this June holiday for me too. What am I supposed to do :O? *Confused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- I never found the right words to say {♥}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right, I guess I'm sick. Head's spinning round and round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's because of the rain+(drenched), but it's okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Those who loves the sunshine had never danced in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1139374497439782517?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1139374497439782517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1139374497439782517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1139374497439782517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1139374497439782517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/suppressed-by-thy-childish-fears.html' title='Suppressed by thy&apos; childish fears.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_justyoume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-8932049522623769139</id><published>2008-03-23T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:35:45.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl with her mouth taped shut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For you have noticed, I finally let go of my laziness and actually went back to play with the codings, (just that it turns out to be editted from someone else basecodes`) But I'll try to make a nicer one with my own basecodes next time round. Am satisfied anyway(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Whole of Yesterday♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Competition held @SAC (St Anthony's Cannosian) The school's like a barbie doll palace can, only it's painted with some dull colours rather than pink. I love the Sandwich/Fast Food Vending Machine at the Corridor there, I wonder why our school doesn't has it :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brief Summary of Everything:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost, ended up being a runner for Jianlin's Sir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waited/slacked @CSI Room for a few hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp;Then became a Spectator for the Intermediate First Aid Case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did touch up for Casualties Make-up, Act-ed, Help-ed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Announcement of Results; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though we didn't win, we know we did our best. [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, bused and trained home with Jingyan, Yongsiang &amp;amp; Randy, along with the huge First Aid box. Home` Skips, supper @7Eleven with that Mojojo Chicken Pie. And the tiring day was ended off with a sweet and sound sleep' ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm craving for a fly in the air, alone! ;D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who doesn't? &amp;amp;Plus I did flown in the air before, (Not as in airplanes or whatever,) but I actually did flown out from a swing! That was, after my PSLE has ended and some of us just went over to the park right next to my block there. &amp;amp;I was swinging and swinging, lost my grip and *whoosh* off I go, I flown for like 3Seconds and dropped to the sandy path ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It do sounds scary, but I pretty much enjoyed it though. Too bad my legs are well, abit too long to be high up in the air swinging on the swing anymore. Bahs it's good to be a kid yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Heh random-ness♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-8932049522623769139?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8932049522623769139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=8932049522623769139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8932049522623769139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/8932049522623769139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-with-her-mouth-taped-shut.html' title='The girl with her mouth taped shut.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-9142500645235039284</id><published>2008-03-20T23:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:31:39.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's a past, there'll be a future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adam Khoo's Learning Technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVE! OPERATION&lt;/strong&gt;. (We Have Rewritten The Rules♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back from Camp!&lt;/strong&gt; This is the first time ever I'm missing camp so much alright! It has been the most fun, meaningful, enjoyable &amp;amp; probably the best camp I'll ever have in life.♥ Our class have been so united, as we cheered like everywhere we go. :D So proud of all of us.` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Principles of Special Forces We're must Follow.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no &lt;s&gt;Failure&lt;/s&gt;, Only Learning Experiences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choices have consequences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think Smart, Act Fast. &lt;li&gt;One for all, All for one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I can't, then I must, there is Always a Way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; Also some rules, to build up more positive attitude; including not saying the word "Try" &amp;amp; "I don't know." during the camp, or rather, outside the camp. Instead we shall say "Do my best" &amp;amp; "I'll find out." [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our campsite is located at Jalan Lekar (Chua Chu Kang). &amp;amp;I had been dreading for the activities at first, but it all turns out great! We first went through the so-called tough Basic Military Training, with determined paces. As the Journey of a thousand miles begin with a single step. Our whole class was actually the only class who jumps into the Muddy River. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Except for a few who have personal/sensitive reasons.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've been taught loads of meaningful things. &amp;amp; 2nd day morning we did 1400 of Success Claps! It's not as easy not you think y'know. But we succeed it in anyway :D The food was great, (though the rice's a little dry, but it doesn't matters`) We're required to take only 3mins to bathe, 2 person/cubicle. But there's more to come actually. Physical training was also mental training; as it requires our endurance. CO Night has been very cool, the perfomance, this &amp;amp; thats. Everything has been so meaningful and unforgettable. &amp;amp; Come to think of it, I guess I'm missing it a lot. However, the memories will always stay in ourselves. I guess I've also absorbed in what they say as if you tell yourself you can do something, no matter whatever that stops you, you still can do it. It's yourself &amp;amp; nothing else that keeps you going ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;amp;Mayflower have successfully broke the record with 2300 Sucess Claps! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For more, &lt;a href="http://liveatmayflower.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://liveatmayflower.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;s&gt;I think&lt;/s&gt; I saw an UFO on the 2nd night after CO Night, it sounds rather ridiculous, but I'm not kidding. But it's &lt;u&gt;round in shape, with blinking red light and a shone of green light&lt;/u&gt; for a moment. &amp;amp; Doesn't flies like any normal airplanes or helicopter/what so ever. It flies Sideway Up, not straight nor up. As in, &lt;strong&gt;very smooth turns.&lt;/strong&gt; Expectedly, it has no fixed destination, believe it or not; that object just simply glides around the sky for quite a long time round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've changed to the better-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-9142500645235039284?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9142500645235039284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=9142500645235039284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/9142500645235039284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/9142500645235039284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-theres-past-therell-be-future.html' title='If there&apos;s a past, there&apos;ll be a future.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1155827620844192108</id><published>2008-03-16T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:01:42.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Sad.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last day of Holiday- I still remembered how high I was the last day of School. :/ &amp;amp;I hope I've really completed all the work assigned to us, (Which, excluding those in Lms, because I swear I have problems opening/understanding them.) Well, tomorrow would be just another day.` &amp;amp;We'll have our Level Camps from Tuesday, and it'll be another new week again. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Planned to study/revise/make notes for at least 6whole hours today, but turns out I don't really have the mood to do so, so just slack around for the last 2hours :/ Removed nail polish, (I don't feel like cutting my nails luhr, whatever]:) &amp;amp;Prepared for everything tomorrow and the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's gonna be just fine, I hope`-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mood has been veryvery down these days, cried and usual stuffs. (You may wonder, why am I always like that? Yes, I also wants to know why. If only someone could tell me. Sighs`) Well, I admit this whole episode's my fault, I can't push the blame on anyone, but do you think I asked for this type of ending? I didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One simple regret from yesterday will make it seems to grow with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If only someone, or something could bring me back to th'past ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1155827620844192108?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1155827620844192108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1155827620844192108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1155827620844192108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1155827620844192108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia-'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_Sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2144018051510349556</id><published>2008-03-15T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:46:42.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Rot(s) @Home/Babysitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday: Out to Airport/TM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday: Studied, Chemistry from 12pm till 8.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday/Today: Town Areas, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow: Must mug Physics. (At least 6hours.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Pictures for the Past few days in Brief :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures361.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures368.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC000031.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures366.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures364.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/DSC000021.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures369.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Pictures362.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2144018051510349556?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2144018051510349556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2144018051510349556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2144018051510349556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2144018051510349556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-i-was-wrong.html' title='Guess I was wrong.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_Pictures361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7604185839205911182</id><published>2008-03-11T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:43:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody cares, not even you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nobody's trustable. D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7604185839205911182?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7604185839205911182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7604185839205911182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7604185839205911182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7604185839205911182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/nobody-cares-not-even-you.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Nobody cares, not even you.&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1283891268512568794</id><published>2008-03-11T18:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:48:15.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else's matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 236px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 30px"&gt;&lt;img style="LEFT: 0px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_lef.gif" /&gt; &lt;div title=" Average Confidence" style="LEFT: 18px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 20px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #b31212"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Openness" style="LEFT: 34px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 17px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #11ab5e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Extroversion" style="LEFT: 47px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 9px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8f0e8f"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Very High Empathy" style="LEFT: 52px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 44px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff198c"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Trust" style="LEFT: 92px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 2px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0d0d85"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Agency" style="LEFT: 94px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 6px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0d850d"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Masculinity" style="LEFT: 96px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 15px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #105aa3"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Femininity" style="LEFT: 107px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 35px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e3e317"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Spontenaiety" style="LEFT: 138px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 19px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #12b0b0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Attention to Style" style="LEFT: 153px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 30px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Authoritarianism" style="LEFT: 179px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 17px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5e11ab"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Imaginative" style="LEFT: 192px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 6px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fa8919"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Functional" style="LEFT: 194px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 29px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #73d115"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="LEFT: 218px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px" src="http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_rig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=URGyBCOnThRYJOf-EE-ADAAC-5165&amp;amp;u=8892d17d2d45"&gt;Generous Idealist&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Th'Personality Test/Dna defines me as a &lt;strong&gt;Generous Idealist&lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall extract some out, (Cause it's really quite long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are an idealist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You are quite comfortable in the realm of abstract thought. You don't need a practical solution to every one of life's questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You are comfortable with the decisions you make in life. You don't need to second-guess yourself, or seek a lot of opinions before you make up your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You generally succeed at what you do, and others would describe you as successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;You tend to believe that things happen for a reason&lt;/strong&gt;, and that not everything is under our control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Generous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You value time to yourself and understand how rich your private world can be—you know that you don't have to go wild to have a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Being as aware of others as you are doesn't mean you find it easy to trust them immediately—this is something that happens more slowly for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Despite this, you are aware of the complexities of many situations and are reluctant to pass judgments on others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Although you have fewer friendships than some people, those that you have are meaningful and are important to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;You value spending time alone&lt;/strong&gt;—it is while reflecting on the world around you that you often learn something new about yourself or begin to understand something that's been bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being alone,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;that's the most truthful point th'test says about me♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1283891268512568794?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1283891268512568794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1283891268512568794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1283891268512568794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1283891268512568794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-its-more-than-just-infatuation.html' title='Nothing else&apos;s matters.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2314794921743303848</id><published>2008-03-10T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:19:28.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take my heartstring away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/isolationn.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You keep me from falling apart♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just reached home not long ago` - Exhausted but I'm still kinda high! :D I'm like crapping to everyone who talks to me right now! Know why? Because I finally got a new hairstyle! Yay Happy! :D (.P/s} I seldom moodswing these days right? ^^! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There's one thing I'm really unhappy about, I've been such a careless girl this year, meaning I kept on been losing things, forgetting things, &amp;amp;Worst point is being clumsy -&gt; Keep falling down/scratches/blahs leading to several injuries! Ohmygod D: &amp;amp;Just so you know, I slipped at the stairs today, 'kiapped' my finger in a cupboard. &amp;amp;One stupid one; some idiots accidentally stepped onto my slipper &amp;amp; I slipped and fell again. *Cries out loud* Unlucky day for me indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notes to Self:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change Plan(s).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must Complete all Revisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;E/Maths+Chemistry Notes to be made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family Video-Making -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(For tomorrow.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to watch 10,000B.C. (They kept calling it 10,000 Pussy, lmao') Found my Myuk Handphone Pouch, going there on some other days. (: Craving for a wallet also, too bad mom doesn't allow me to buy. Well that's uh .. sad :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing else, lazy to elaborate further♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2314794921743303848?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2314794921743303848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2314794921743303848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2314794921743303848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2314794921743303848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-take-my-heartstring-away.html' title='Don&apos;t take my heartstring away.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_isolationn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1552150548336800243</id><published>2008-03-08T20:35:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:49:55.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what makes you smile when you're down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definition of Love♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Group of Professional people posted this question to a Group of Childrens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“What does love mean?”&lt;/strong&gt; The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When my grandma got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandpa does it for her now all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love. Rebecca - Age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouths. Billy - Age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving Cologne and they go out and smell each other. Kari - Age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French Fries and feel happy they are eating it. Chrissy - Age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired. Terri - Age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay. Danny - Age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They look gross when they kiss. Emily - Age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen. Bobby - Age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate. (Love lives longer than hate, I agree.) Nikka - Age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is when you tell a guy his shirt is nice, he wears it everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Noelle - Age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;even after they know each other so well. Tommy - Age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mommy loves me more than anybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night. Clare - Age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford. Chris - Age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mary Ann - Age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you. Karen - Age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and doesn’t think it’s gross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mark - Age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You really shouldn’t say “I love you.” unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget. Jessica - Age 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner was a 4 year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly man who had just lost his wife. When the child saw the man cry, the little boy went over into the man’s yard and climbed on top of the man’s lap and just sat there. When the boy’s mother asked him what he’d said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry. ” &lt;strong&gt;(Gotten from&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;mf.commontown.net♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like No. 1, 5, 9 and 14. At least they sounded logical. [:&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, nothing much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1552150548336800243?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1552150548336800243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1552150548336800243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1552150548336800243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1552150548336800243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s what makes you smile when you&apos;re down.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-2778995027492720461</id><published>2008-03-08T19:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:11:07.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it enough to love?</title><content type='html'>I've Completed all my Holiday Homeworks :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Am halfway through of my Assignments+Notes♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Things will be easy if there's passion in it. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Visited one of my Ex-friend's blog. (Why Ex-friend? Because he has long forgotten me.) He changed a-lot though, from that innocent&amp;amp;decent little boy to someone I never thought he'll be.` Never expect that he actually had his best childhood friend as his greatest foe right now. &amp;amp;Strangers as close friends, maybe it's not his fault, but it's really saddening. Read through all of his archives, &amp;amp;those empathy slowly drowned me into some emotional injury :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bad entry.): Nevermind I'll publish another one later-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your presence really reminds me of someone I yearned to forget ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-2778995027492720461?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2778995027492720461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=2778995027492720461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2778995027492720461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/2778995027492720461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-enough-to-love.html' title='Is it enough to love?'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7248132243223759536</id><published>2008-03-07T22:05:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:33:30.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shan't bother 'bout what you say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;O'no i'm getting dumber D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to update my reminders, incase I forgot all about it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;English Worksheet.&lt;/s&gt; (Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry Worksheet.&lt;/s&gt; (Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Physics Worksheet.&lt;/s&gt; (Yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notes &amp;amp; Assignments. (Important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my freaking wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Change plan to Student Plan.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Have my hair cut.&lt;/s&gt; {♥}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my personal blogskin. (D:)&lt;br /&gt;Pack necessary stuffs for Level Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Report Slip to be signed.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;s&gt;Unable to accept the fact that I don't know how to do 75% of thing inside Chemistry Worksheet.&lt;/s&gt; - It turns out easy afterall. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;Still don't understand my Alpha and Beta D: &lt;/strong&gt;p/s.} Under study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7248132243223759536?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7248132243223759536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7248132243223759536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7248132243223759536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7248132243223759536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/shant-bother-bout-what-you-say.html' title='Shan&apos;t bother &apos;bout what you say.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1096623399175640166</id><published>2008-03-07T14:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:51:03.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories gradually wither &amp; fall by my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello Holiday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you're a short one, I believe you'll grow&lt;em&gt; long&lt;/em&gt; next term♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ran 2.4m this morning. Yay my stamina's finally back to me. -16.22min.` Some people uh, can say very smart uh; they've got those extra rubberbands each round. (*If you know what I mean. But guilt will handle it.') &amp;amp;I prefer Tennis to Volleyball in school, and conversely outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand every single topic in Additional Mathematics already. Sadly, that &lt;u&gt;Alpha&amp;amp;Beta&lt;/u&gt; one is an exceptional case, no matter how I mugged on it; only a few percent knowledge is gained. (Stupidstupid:x) Spent like 1 whole hour solving half of the question. How much time do you think I have? ): I'm still left with over a 100pages of Notes to be made &amp;amp; 1/2 of my Revisions to be done by Tuesday. Aw. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Received Report Book.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Chinese improved. by 39% -Uh, I'm surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Humanities improved. by 12% -No wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E/Maths improved. by 20% -Yay 100% :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A/Maths improved. by 47% -Woolalas.{♥}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Science deproved. by 1% - Sian + sad-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;English deproved. by 5% -Something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Distinctions for E &amp;amp; A Mathematics &amp;amp; Sciences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The manager @Lentor's Residence weren't happy with what we tried to do yesterday, as a few of us were too shy to communicate with those elderlies. :/ The 1st elderly's easy to handle luh, but we have to talk to others when his friends came to visit him. &amp;amp;Other elderlies weren't as sociable as him, sad so we ran out of topic to talk to that Ahma.` Well, hope that doing the cleaning would really be much more fun, (&amp;amp;Of course, hope that the alternative group will really entertain the elderly properly, not like us. :x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1096623399175640166?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1096623399175640166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1096623399175640166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1096623399175640166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1096623399175640166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-gradually-wither-fall-by-my.html' title='Memories gradually wither &amp; fall by my side.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-5469420175763885411</id><published>2008-03-05T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:30:44.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world after a thousand years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/Footprints_by_MsCrys.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the rain comes &amp;amp; wash it away. ---♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For someone who actually topped in her Geography last year, is having difficulty handling her History Subject. But if I'm not wrong, I was also one of the Top3 for Hist' last year too.` But problem is, American/English History requires more memory space than Singaporean History. Whatever, I'm dead. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Subjects are &lt;u&gt;manage-able&lt;/u&gt;' [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There'll be Maths (Inequalities/don't-know-what) &amp;amp; Chinese (Ting Xie) tests tomorrow. Somehow very restless to study Chinese, &amp;amp;as for Maths I've forgotten to bring back my textbook, so can't study luhr :/ Hopefully will get fullmarks though, as the Chapter's really easy. Never gotten fullmarks before, stupid calculation mistakes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speech Day Rehearsal's boring. Did nothing much except those basic '&lt;em&gt;Senang-diri, sedi-ya&lt;/em&gt;', sitting down, standing up, break etc. Forgot to collect back my Cca Card. Bye'♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-5469420175763885411?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5469420175763885411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=5469420175763885411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5469420175763885411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/5469420175763885411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/world-after-thosand-years.html' title='The world after a thousand years.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x178/blended-notes/Littlenotesof-life/th_Footprints_by_MsCrys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-1479194917993951906</id><published>2008-03-04T21:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:53:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstage thrust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay &lt;u&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; I shan't really bother about that dead tagboard. Since it's dead then it'd be better off if I simply remove it from my blog. &amp;amp;As for my blog, I won't be abadoning it anyway, so its readers choice whether to judge it dead or not. I don't care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Speech Day Award-ies were called up to stay back after morning assembly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Does she really mean it by saying "Caring hearts" or is it true that she only wants a Good Reputation for the school? For all I know, mustn't be both at the same time. As she really stressed alot on "Having a caring heart is more important than being smart." Right, but judging by her expression it's more like she was just afraid of getting embarassed though. :/ Perhaps she should do the soulsearching instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- He has a good suggestion on that Red Packet point. But did he even thought of those who doesn't even use their Red Packet Money (like me.)? :/ &amp;amp; Those who can't even receive any red packets during Chinese New Year. There's like almost more than 3criterias he hadn't thought of before saying those to us. However, he do have a good thinking, though I'd say he doesn't really know the other side of th'world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Well, $58 isn't too much. But if nobody else is going to go, then we're only paying the money for eating the dinner with strangers. How sad can it eventually be.` &amp;amp;It's a good thing to know that they were actually hiding their main reasons for us to go, if not a complain can be filed into the MOE System? :/ Ahems*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Too bad I've already declared bankrupt though .. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heard that someone else had already started doing his revisions. Life's competitive, but I do not have much time left. Mom has been asking me not to go to that camp. But is compulsory right? :/ &lt;u&gt;I need &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;more time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-1479194917993951906?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1479194917993951906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=1479194917993951906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1479194917993951906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/1479194917993951906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/backstage-thrust.html' title='Backstage thrust.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229171931653100236.post-7769925524742919495</id><published>2008-03-03T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:18:25.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two at a time, flips&amp;notes.</title><content type='html'>Phew. I'm finally back home :D&lt;br /&gt;Just completed my set of Assignments'♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;Bye♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm going to make my blog private once again. --&lt;br /&gt;It's better for reading it my own than not knowing whose reading it. Right? Everything seems to be dead too anyway. So, expect this to be my last public entry. -- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rushed to th' Clinic right after School. By the time I reached out my hands to open that damn door, I was panting like a puppy. :/ Okay anyway, found out that the rash on my leg ain't rashes at all, it's some serious case of skin problem that is crucial but at the same time &lt;s&gt;harmless.&lt;/s&gt; I don't know what it's called lahr, but that fugly skin will &lt;u&gt;spread to the rest of the body, &amp;amp;it sort of weaken my leg muscles too.&lt;/u&gt; (That's why it's serious.) No wonder I've been failing my Standing Broad Jump ever since 3years ago. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; Believe it or not, spent a total of &lt;strong&gt;$96&lt;/strong&gt; on that particular case. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chinatown-ed with mom after that, it was pouring heavily luh.` &amp;amp;I came across a cat who're afraid of getting wet than me stepping on it, dashing pass my feet like a thunderbolt ._. Wow :/ &amp;amp;I couldn't find any nice or unique handphone pouch, probably will try Myuk then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save Money $.$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229171931653100236-7769925524742919495?l=littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7769925524742919495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229171931653100236&amp;postID=7769925524742919495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7769925524742919495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229171931653100236/posts/default/7769925524742919495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlenotesof-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-at-time-flips.html' title='Two at a time, flips&amp;notes.'/><author><name>Blanche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03551909274016334010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOgyqY_HeDU/Ta1Md5e6jOI/AAAAAAAAABI/pxckcrOevuA/s220/black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
