<?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-7980854</id><updated>2012-01-20T22:20:37.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokennsmiledd</title><subtitle type='html'>whooxh.mi blog.lurve it.hahax.leave commentx pls.yuppx.thanx. -rawkon- </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3571393930954253389</id><published>2007-09-23T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:13:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://screwedmybrain.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://screwedmybrain.livejournal.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3571393930954253389?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3571393930954253389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3571393930954253389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3571393930954253389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3571393930954253389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-moved-to-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4938257552553334488</id><published>2007-09-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:59:35.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For three nights in a row, I've not been able to use the computer which I usually use because for these three nights, the brother has been hogging it and at the same time, acting like such a motherfucking asshole, I have to refrain myself from going over and plucking his head out from his neck knnb. It seems such a trivial matter for us to be fighting over, I know, but it's bloody hell not just about that. Sheesh. I don't understand why I have to be the one giving in all the effing time, and I really mean all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, we received calls from both Gloria Jeans and Muji today in the midst of our mahjong game over at min's house. We decided on Muji even though we're gonna start work at their warehouse first because Gloria Jeans is hiring only me and min while for Muji, they're hiring Victor, Jake and Yusong too. Actually I'd prefer working at a cafe even though they offer a lower pay, but I'd even more prefer to go along with everyone else. I know I'm too dependent on people around me, but what can I do la. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at last, we've got a job and moolah coming in soon :D Bad thing is that work starts at freaking 8.30am. I still have around 4 more days to enjoy sleeping in on mornings though. Three weeks of hol have passed and I haven't get to Sentosa. Then again, I get so lazy whenever I think of the distance to travel. Kay I'm so fickleminded I know hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going for IJC's open house tomorrow or something. Right, I'm showing you people my boyfriend cum father in the MV below fwahahaha. Personal joke la. Kay bye bye bye. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljiPZhVmADo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljiPZhVmADo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4938257552553334488?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4938257552553334488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4938257552553334488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4938257552553334488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4938257552553334488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-three-nights-in-row-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4400984677811210669</id><published>2007-09-19T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken faith and wasted breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111900696180459250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RvEemWLohvI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fs3tdM13opU/s400/Lonely_by_dholl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson is really good when you're in a really bad mood, when you've got streams of tears running down your face because you're too gawddamn pissed off and that you can't really vent your anger in any other way already other than screaming your head off and then getting screamed at the mother instead for being such a... The brother is one big fuck. Damn, the whole family is screwed. Sometimes like now I think it's too bad I'm here. But then again I love them so much I wanna make them proud but now it seems like nothing I do ever matter what the fuck. Okay now I'm feeling better, don't worry I won't go nutty and start slitting my wrist because oh, the pain I suffer is so so much that the pain from the blade is nothing. Roll eyes x 10000000. And no, all that above are just... senseless words. Ignore. Man, it's quite a wonder how heavy metal songs can calm me down. I mean, they weren't supposed to be used for calming people down, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Four things I did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conferencing with Victor and min till 3am in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting them up at Dhoby Ghaut and then deciding to walk over to Cityhall for an interview at Gloria Jeans instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queuing for donut, and helping Anet and Rachel queue too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream at everyone at home minus the sister. (&amp;amp; esp the irking brother.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow's kBox day with Yuxuan, Victor and min. Moolah out but no moolah in. Rah. At least we somehow have got the weekend job Alvin's offering as back up for now, lest Gloria Jeans does not get back to us even though we have JY's recommendation woohoo. Hmm &lt;a href="http://dholl.deviantart.com/art/Lonely-21277788"&gt;*dholl&lt;/a&gt; has got nice stuffs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4400984677811210669?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4400984677811210669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4400984677811210669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4400984677811210669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4400984677811210669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/broken-faith-and-wasted-breath.html' title='Broken faith and wasted breath'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RvEemWLohvI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fs3tdM13opU/s72-c/Lonely_by_dholl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2703539299463176782</id><published>2007-09-17T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:09.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very image heavy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4egUU3pEI/AAAAAAAAA98/TQdTlwKmL3Y/s1600-h/P1010055+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111056167672980546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4egUU3pEI/AAAAAAAAA98/TQdTlwKmL3Y/s320/P1010055+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c1kU3o7I/AAAAAAAAA80/_bGWTcFMkkc/s1600-h/P1010008+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111054333721945010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c1kU3o7I/AAAAAAAAA80/_bGWTcFMkkc/s320/P1010008+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ZaEU3otI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5hBsfWlsuZk/s400/P1010003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111050562740658898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ZaEU3otI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5hBsfWlsuZk/s400/P1010003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ZakU3ouI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wkA5_3DpZc8/s400/P1010009+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111050571330593506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ZakU3ouI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wkA5_3DpZc8/s400/P1010009+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4Za0U3ovI/AAAAAAAAA7U/UrCf6aDBd0U/s400/P1010019+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111050575625560818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4Za0U3ovI/AAAAAAAAA7U/UrCf6aDBd0U/s400/P1010019+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ai0U3owI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XDrRukj-L20/s400/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111051812576142082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ai0U3owI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XDrRukj-L20/s400/P1010023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Burning the mashmallow...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c10U3o8I/AAAAAAAAA88/P5cWieL0btQ/s1600-h/P1010021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111054338016912322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c10U3o8I/AAAAAAAAA88/P5cWieL0btQ/s320/P1010021+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;... throwing the flaming mashmallow down.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ajEU3oxI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5mH7_LY1zY4/s400/P1010033+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111051816871109394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ajEU3oxI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5mH7_LY1zY4/s400/P1010033+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c2EU3o9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ROIf1ddrThE/s1600-h/P1010031+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111054342311879634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c2EU3o9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ROIf1ddrThE/s320/P1010031+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c2UU3o-I/AAAAAAAAA9M/UflWRwBYskQ/s1600-h/P1010037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111054346606846946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4c2UU3o-I/AAAAAAAAA9M/UflWRwBYskQ/s320/P1010037+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ajkU3oyI/AAAAAAAAA7s/qjJFefPF2Cc/s400/P1010035+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111051825461044002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4ajkU3oyI/AAAAAAAAA7s/qjJFefPF2Cc/s400/P1010035+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday boy and his present [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4aj0U3ozI/AAAAAAAAA70/ZD4w1_Fx4-w/s400/P1010036+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111051829756011314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4aj0U3ozI/AAAAAAAAA70/ZD4w1_Fx4-w/s400/P1010036+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;uhh. yah. lol. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4di0U3o_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/MLLVwpR0HHE/s320/P1010041+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111055111111025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4di0U3o_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/MLLVwpR0HHE/s320/P1010041+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4djUU3pAI/AAAAAAAAA9c/lZoZD2Plr94/s320/P1010043+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111055119700960258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4djUU3pAI/AAAAAAAAA9c/lZoZD2Plr94/s320/P1010043+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bIkU3o0I/AAAAAAAAA78/zx1Rd_HcnzY/s400/P1010040+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111052461116203842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bIkU3o0I/AAAAAAAAA78/zx1Rd_HcnzY/s400/P1010040+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Look of esctacy. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bI0U3o1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/Hjf--Ks66zk/s400/P1010057+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111052465411171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bI0U3o1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/Hjf--Ks66zk/s400/P1010057+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Look of irritation. Hah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4djkU3pBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/b4kZtCEPoFU/s320/P1010045+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111055123995927570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4djkU3pBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/b4kZtCEPoFU/s320/P1010045+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4egEU3pDI/AAAAAAAAA90/-uoDlBDcMpM/s320/P1010052+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111056163378013234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4egEU3pDI/AAAAAAAAA90/-uoDlBDcMpM/s320/P1010052+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;They make the party happened. [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4dj0U3pCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/o_1fme1lzxs/s320/P1010051+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111055128290894882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4dj0U3pCI/AAAAAAAAA9s/o_1fme1lzxs/s320/P1010051+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4cP0U3o4I/AAAAAAAAA8c/C0-vLLLWmA8/s1600-h/P1010061+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111053685181883266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4cP0U3o4I/AAAAAAAAA8c/C0-vLLLWmA8/s400/P1010061+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4cQEU3o5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/Nd_59FoNIfk/s1600-h/P1010094+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111053689476850578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4cQEU3o5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/Nd_59FoNIfk/s400/P1010094+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111056171967947858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4egkU3pFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/HCOVTD2SRwc/s320/P1010095+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4cQUU3o6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/vT5gKPumONw/s1600-h/P1010105+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111053693771817890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4cQUU3o6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/vT5gKPumONw/s400/P1010105+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bJEU3o2I/AAAAAAAAA8M/bAd-Ugrt_18/s1600-h/P1010066+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111052469706138466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bJEU3o2I/AAAAAAAAA8M/bAd-Ugrt_18/s400/P1010066+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bJUU3o3I/AAAAAAAAA8U/JUyxy0Pvcls/s1600-h/P1010085+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111052474001105778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4bJUU3o3I/AAAAAAAAA8U/JUyxy0Pvcls/s400/P1010085+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4fAkU3pGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/JjbUmorCci8/s1600-h/P1010118+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111056721723761762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4fAkU3pGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/JjbUmorCci8/s320/P1010118+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4fA0U3pHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Stzi7i1qMFU/s1600-h/P1010122+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111056726018729074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4fA0U3pHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Stzi7i1qMFU/s320/P1010122+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday celebration over at Zongyang's house last night was good. The birthday boy made quite a surprising third wish which shocked us quite a bit. Way to go for him, but I guess it's headache for the other. Stayed over till around 3.30am and cabbed home with min and Kelv. Guess Yuxuan was glad to have been rid of us cos he wanted to sleep on the bed but he was too long to be able to squeeze with the three of us chatting on the bed. Hah. Got a bump on my head thanks to the poopoohead who pushed me down the bed and made me fall on Zongyang and hit my head on a chair. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of rock music to blast in my ears, rum&amp;amp;raisin icecream, and a job to keep me occupied. I love my new camera :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2703539299463176782?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2703539299463176782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2703539299463176782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2703539299463176782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2703539299463176782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-image-heavy.html' title='Very image heavy.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ru4egUU3pEI/AAAAAAAAA98/TQdTlwKmL3Y/s72-c/P1010055+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1856687414418226922</id><published>2007-09-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:09.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No that ain't no way to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruvw-UU3osI/AAAAAAAAA68/d14-QWHf4tA/s1600-h/DSC04558+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110443155580756674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruvw-UU3osI/AAAAAAAAA68/d14-QWHf4tA/s400/DSC04558+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiuanpin is one lucky guy. Today, me and min went from Orchard to Somerset, then back to Orchard again to meet him and ahmah for dinner, after which he went back to work and we went back to Somerset again and then over to PS, mainly for his presents. Almost killed my legs. So he's getting a Pull and Bear jacket which is really really nice, one Volcom teeshirt and a pair of Etnies skater shoes from us. At this rate he's gonna be so spoilt by everyone hurhur. At least I'll be getting a new pair of shoes from him and ahmah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw FionaXie at Paragon today, found fishy at Fourskin and met Chuanlian on the train home :D Yah la I know my voice very man hahaha. I'm hoping to get my new camera tomorrow. Yayness. Everyone's getting attached and I'm still so aimless. Rah. Okay I'm hungry. Can't wait to see everyone tomorrow even though the ratio of guys to girls is around 4:1 I think. Will be missing you AnetChean! Must work hard ahhh. Hah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished watching My Lucky Star already! Super nice. Realised they had Jimmy Lin singing part of Your Song, which is like, taken from Moulin Rouge. Hah. New show next :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Kf5zntJ3C2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Kf5zntJ3C2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1856687414418226922?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1856687414418226922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1856687414418226922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1856687414418226922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1856687414418226922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-that-aint-no-way-to-be.html' title='No that ain&apos;t no way to be'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruvw-UU3osI/AAAAAAAAA68/d14-QWHf4tA/s72-c/DSC04558+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6880120851123717605</id><published>2007-09-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:10.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuqYH0U3orI/AAAAAAAAA60/0zWyoecSbNY/s1600-h/DSC04555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110063987277931186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuqYH0U3orI/AAAAAAAAA60/0zWyoecSbNY/s400/DSC04555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuqYHkU3oqI/AAAAAAAAA6s/b4ZBOc4IE7w/s1600-h/DSC04532+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110063982982963874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuqYHkU3oqI/AAAAAAAAA6s/b4ZBOc4IE7w/s400/DSC04532+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked! My Lucky Star is so so so nice, I decided to skip the gym and watched 5 episodes at a go again today. I'm left with only 2 more. Kay LowShimin, good recommendation la [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new job fast. There's presents to settle, stuffs to buy, moolah's running out! Anet helped to make my day yesterday hahaha :D I think she won't be able to make it on Sunday, but baobei must work hard eh. You can't and you won't retain! I'll make muffins for you next time! :D I'm going to shop for presents with min tomorrow. Oh and in case you don't recognise them, that's my cousin and Faith in the pictures. So cute right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you you you. Just another one of them. Stupid stupid clueless irritating people. I get so sick of them sometimes, but then I'll feel so bad. Rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6880120851123717605?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6880120851123717605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6880120851123717605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6880120851123717605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6880120851123717605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/forget-me-nots-and-second-thoughts-live.html' title='Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuqYH0U3orI/AAAAAAAAA60/0zWyoecSbNY/s72-c/DSC04555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7473157111481183540</id><published>2007-09-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:10.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting you with weapons in the form of words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruf7K0U3ooI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FRZrhkByPAw/s1600-h/DSC04549+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109328465538556546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruf7K0U3ooI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FRZrhkByPAw/s320/DSC04549+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruf620U3onI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Z7gAlG-Ookg/s1600-h/DSC00597+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109328121941172850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruf620U3onI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Z7gAlG-Ookg/s320/DSC00597+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures in min's phone. Tomorrow's the last day of work. It has been quite an enjoyable two and a half days there, even though it gets so tiring to have to do the same things over and over again. We're gonna order pizza for lunch tomorrow :D Me, Serlin and min were talking about our primary school days over lunch today and I realised I've forgotten so many people already. Time really flies aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished two more episodes of My Lucky Star. Heartwrenching. Latest eyecandy craze: Jimmy Lin Chih Ying. Like, he's so cute in My Lucky Star and he's got dimples. Dimples leh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received the SMS for our results already. Overall, I'm happy with it, just that I'm just a teeny weeny bit unsatisfied that I didn't manage to maintain an A for CSA in the end. That's what you'll get from a total lack of interest in the subject and last minute cramming, I guess. The sister continues telling me to put getting into a good U as the main target and work even harder. Rahhh, what a nag. I'll be more than happy if I manage to not slack off. I know myself too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's allowing me to get a new phone as some kinda reward for my uh, contrasting results as compared to what I usually get last time. For once, I'm allowed to change my phone without me asking for it, but I think I'm gonna pass since I've just changed my phone like, 3/4 of the year ago and I ain't sick of it yet. Good thing is there's finally something worth celebrating happening for me. And I've got so many people around showing their care. I'm quite lucky already, actually. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a long day of lugging dusty boxes and all that, but I'm looking forward to the last day, but not that it's because it has been bad though [: Okay bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rzfs4iFP7R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rzfs4iFP7R/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;杨丞琳-倔强&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你曾说雨下的时候别低下头&lt;br /&gt;要等候奇迹降落&lt;br /&gt;我不懂曾想一起拥抱的彩虹&lt;br /&gt;为什么只剩下我&lt;br /&gt;原来呀爱情是不会留下什么&lt;br /&gt;只留下残缺的我&lt;br /&gt;能不能再把你的爱借点给我&lt;br /&gt;好让我继续漂流&lt;br /&gt;我的倔强疯狂 不放 逞强 流浪&lt;br /&gt;是否只剩一人在寂寞战场&lt;br /&gt;你的模样说谎 眼光 装傻 躲藏&lt;br /&gt;我逃亡&lt;br /&gt;原来呀爱情是不会留下什么&lt;br /&gt;只留下残缺的我&lt;br /&gt;能不能再把你的爱借点给我&lt;br /&gt;好让我继续漂流&lt;br /&gt;我的倔强疯狂 不放 逞强 流浪&lt;br /&gt;是否只剩一人在寂寞战场&lt;br /&gt;你的模样说谎 眼光&lt;br /&gt;装傻 躲藏&lt;br /&gt;我逃亡&lt;br /&gt;我的倔强凝望 去闯 彷徨 飞翔&lt;br /&gt;是否应该不急 一切去抵抗&lt;br /&gt;你的模样不想遗忘 飘荡 摇晃&lt;br /&gt;我投降&lt;br /&gt;我的倔强疯狂 不放 逞强 流浪&lt;br /&gt;是否只剩一人在寂寞战场&lt;br /&gt;你的摸样说谎 眼光 装傻 躲藏&lt;br /&gt;我逃亡&lt;br /&gt;我的倔强凝望 去闯 彷徨&lt;br /&gt;飞翔&lt;br /&gt;是否应该不急 一切去抵抗&lt;br /&gt;你的模样不想遗忘 飘荡 摇晃&lt;br /&gt;我投降 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7473157111481183540?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7473157111481183540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7473157111481183540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7473157111481183540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7473157111481183540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/fitting-you-with-weapons-in-form-of.html' title='Fitting you with weapons in the form of words'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ruf7K0U3ooI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FRZrhkByPAw/s72-c/DSC04549+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2843669414968539539</id><published>2007-09-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:11.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuVaYEjUQPI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ZwAUBxCN1GA/s1600-h/%C2%B0theLoved-1112+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108588721906925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuVaYEjUQPI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ZwAUBxCN1GA/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-1112+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;YZ me Anet&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuenchen wanted nice pictures what hahaha :D All's good. I get to work together with people I know, get to talk, get to do whatever we want as long as long as we manage to finish hooking up those price tags onto the shirts, something like that [: Went to town to pass Yiyang's present to Shaofeng before going off for work. Muji didn't call us back, as expected, but whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to bed earlier tonight because my left eye is itching like f and I gotta wake up early tomorrow ): Oh anyhow, was texting Keefe yesterday night and he suddenly started using Show's song titles in the msg. "Well, dun ZHI WO CUI MIAN cos a LIAN AI DA REN like me only CHANCE CHANCE will be serious and ZHI LIAN... cos a XIAO CHOU YU like me oso have HUI SHE KONG JIAN." He tried using Rainie's too. Quite tzai la, even though the sentence kinda don't exactly link together ahahaha :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that things I say sometimes get kinda mistranslated by people, and they'll think I'm angry or I don't appreciate the things they do or things like that. No no no okay! I'll appreciate even the smallest, littlest thing that anyone do to show their care, effort, blahh [: I'm just not that good with words hah. So, one nice picture for my dearest Yuenchen and I'm gone bye bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuVcaUjUQTI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Um_zzLHf0uA/s1600-h/eyecandy047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108590959584887090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuVcaUjUQTI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Um_zzLHf0uA/s320/eyecandy047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2843669414968539539?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2843669414968539539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2843669414968539539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2843669414968539539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2843669414968539539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/yz-me-anet-yuenchen-wanted-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuVaYEjUQPI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ZwAUBxCN1GA/s72-c/%C2%B0theLoved-1112+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1733130641758087782</id><published>2007-09-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:47:59.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it’s more than you’ll ever know</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's gonna be the first day of work. Not really looking forward since it's gonna be some warehouse kinda job, but at least it beats having nothing much to do at home or out. The job's gonna be real temporary, but maybe we'll all be posted to some shop or whatsoever when the job's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching My Lucky Star (放羊的星星), min's recommendation. 5 episodes in a day, ain't too bad [: I haven't been able to sleep well for the past few days, prolly because I've been waking up only at 12pm everyday. Hurhur. Then I'll be thinking and thinking about everything and everyone, and I really really mean every single one, in the dark. And then I'll get a headache again and all the more I won't be able to sleep and I'll try getting my brain to stfu. I need something to gimme a push towards newer, happier views. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is so so small, I guess it doesn't really take much effort for fate to work. But then again, nothing seems to work for me. I'm still not satisfied not satisfied not satisfied! Can someone get me Rainie's new album? :D :D :D Hahaha. Okay, I've been feeling rather pmsy these few days. Kay let's all look forward to tomorrow [: Can't see cBoxes again. Eh shit my computer's going mad la. Rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1733130641758087782?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1733130641758087782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1733130641758087782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1733130641758087782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1733130641758087782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomorrows-gonna-be-first-day-of-work.html' title='it’s more than you’ll ever know'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-938360936840730794</id><published>2007-09-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:11.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuFLoUjUQLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dMazrNRoqEo/s1600-h/PA137110+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107446608498540722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuFLoUjUQLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dMazrNRoqEo/s400/PA137110+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the school uniform :D I wanna try digging for more school pictures. Lol. I didn't want to blog initially, but I've got nothing better to do, so here I am. But then again, I've got nothing much to say. It has been books, Crunchyroll and YouTube all day long. I wanted to get somebody to go tanning with me today initially, maybe at Yishun Safra cos it's near, but I didn't in the end cos I was kinda too lazy to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be going for HPT mentoring tomorrow. I dunno what I'm gonna do if Muji's not gonna hire us. I need a job, I need something to do and I needa get the stuffs I want to get. There's a long list of them and I need the moolah to get them. Well, even though I know I'll be complaining about the job when I have one. Hah. Rainie's new album is nice nice nice nice teehees [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16th September, 4pm, XP's birthday BBQ at ZY's house. Read the below post if you haven't for more info!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-938360936840730794?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/938360936840730794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=938360936840730794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/938360936840730794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/938360936840730794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-school-uniform-d-i-wanna-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RuFLoUjUQLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dMazrNRoqEo/s72-c/PA137110+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4875682001887773236</id><published>2007-09-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:47:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO TO ALL THE TWOGRACE'O4 GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and other relevant people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I figured I'll post this up instead of just texting this message to everybody and having risk leaving people out and such. So, please help to spread this message about uh, the bbq for Xiuanpin's birthday. He's inviting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;okay. its my birthday on sept 16th.&lt;br /&gt;this may be a plain invitation letter.&lt;br /&gt;but hey. its better than nothing right? ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. without further a&lt;br /&gt;due.&lt;br /&gt;lemme bring you.. *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;the invited peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phs:&lt;br /&gt;zongyang the fatty&lt;br /&gt;yusong the choir president&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan the slacker&lt;br /&gt;victor the uhh. moleless kid?&lt;br /&gt;weihan the mr fit&lt;br /&gt;gabriel the mr fit number 2&lt;br /&gt;jake the handsome&lt;br /&gt;aaron the studious? or maybe yoda suits you better&lt;br /&gt;boulder the 1st non-2g on the list&lt;br /&gt;sihao the shorty&lt;br /&gt;zhanqing&lt;br /&gt;the bbal captain!&lt;br /&gt;john tan the "i saw his name on msn" kid&lt;br /&gt;gerald LOL. =X no comments! okay la. since hes my primary school friend. how can i let him&lt;br /&gt;miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. and weixiang! the short piano freak. i dun wanna make&lt;br /&gt;sihao too miserable eh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extras:&lt;br /&gt;kelvin tan the extra. oh well&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. non phs guy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new face:&lt;br /&gt;johnson! ahaha. note:&lt;br /&gt;hes not in the "extras" section. cos hes been a much much nicer friend compared&lt;br /&gt;to kel. LOL! jk. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;girls:&lt;br /&gt;still pending i guess. most probably the&lt;br /&gt;2g girls. oh. whole lot of them if possible. there must be a balance in life&lt;br /&gt;right. so does my birthday celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this isnt the&lt;br /&gt;finalised piece of invitation letter. have to wait for eve's further edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. moving on to venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its uhh. at zongyang house. i guess my&lt;br /&gt;house is too small to contain such enormously huge amount of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;well. you know ah. zongyang house. meet 4pm bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm 4pm 4pm 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me end the&lt;br /&gt;letter by asking you to remember to bring a present for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: remember to bring my present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: remember to bring my&lt;br /&gt;present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: please let haihong know about this celebration. but&lt;br /&gt;hes not invited. because hes just too kp'd. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S: please&lt;br /&gt;please remember to bring my present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles* (= &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it'll be at Zongyang's house like the last BBQ we had over at his house. I think besides celebrating LXP's birthday, we can take it as a chance to like, meetup with all the other TwoGrace'o4 people [: So like, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th September, 4pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Tell &lt;strong&gt;me or Shimin or Anet or maybe Xiuanpin himself if you're going okay.&lt;/strong&gt; You can just ignore the part about the birthday present la hahaha. Kay I'm really really really bored out of my mind. BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4875682001887773236?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4875682001887773236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4875682001887773236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4875682001887773236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4875682001887773236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-to-all-twograceo4-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8899731505694706380</id><published>2007-09-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:40:47.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But to walk away I have no capacity</title><content type='html'>Okay a quick one before I go off and watch an episode of Mars. I've decided to rewatch shows. Next up is Devil Beside You :D I got woken up today by min's call. So we decided to turn down Fourskin's job because the pay per hour is even lesser than 4 bucks. How pathetic man. We started fretting about how we won't be able to get a job and blah, and then we decided to call ShaoFeng for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied the mother to Chinatown first, after which I went down to Bugis to meet min and Victor. So yupp, we went for an interview at Muji. We still have to wait for their call though. Said they'll call by Monday. I'm kinda sick of waiting for phonecalls already. Ahhhh how fucking slow can all of them be. Took 851 to AMK Hub, had dinner and caught 1408. Been so long since I've last watched a horror. Me and Victor had our face covered 3/4 of the time. Kay we were kinda overreacting actually, come to think of it. It wasn't that scary... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I might miss Xiuanpin's birthday bbq! Why does everyone has to have their birthdays on the 16th?! Rahhhhh. ): The little cousins are here to stay. It's gonna be quite a noisy night. Okay bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8899731505694706380?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8899731505694706380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8899731505694706380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8899731505694706380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8899731505694706380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-to-walk-away-i-have-no-capacity.html' title='But to walk away I have no capacity'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-662413013409706468</id><published>2007-09-03T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:11.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear I was dead wrong all along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtwF0UjUQJI/AAAAAAAAA44/Y0dhqUKkUsw/s1600-h/DSC04520+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105962473959473298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtwF0UjUQJI/AAAAAAAAA44/Y0dhqUKkUsw/s400/DSC04520+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rainy days usually, but I hate it when it rains when I'm out. My blisters haven't heal yet too, and for the whole day, I was limping and walking like I had long short legs, and damn it, we couldn't even get the jobs we went for the interviews for in the end ): Rwarrr. All that trouble for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we went up to Fourskins to look for fishy and realised that Fishy ain't working today and that they were hiring. It happened that the boss was there, and it happened that they didn't need anymore part timers, but the boss decided that he'll hire us because we're from Retail Management fwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're to wait for his calls, but I'll be looking for other jobs in Classified ads tomorrow because their pay is sadly, very little ): If there ain't other jobs which we can get by tomorrow, I'll go for the measly pay. Afterall having a job is better than having no jobs and I might get to work together with min and fishy [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Xiuanpin for dinner at KFC, went to the library, and then home. Then there was this guy who seemed to appear out of nowhere at the traffic light, smiled at me, and followed me home from the train station, and asked if he could make friends in the end. Gave me quite a bit of shock. If I ain't crippled today, I'd have been able to walk fast enough to avoid even talking to him hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following people home don't make good first impressions aye. Or maybe he really happened to live around the area hohoho. Kay fine. I'm off to the books soon. Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-662413013409706468?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/662413013409706468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=662413013409706468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/662413013409706468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/662413013409706468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/clear-i-was-dead-wrong-all-along.html' title='Clear I was dead wrong all along'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtwF0UjUQJI/AAAAAAAAA44/Y0dhqUKkUsw/s72-c/DSC04520+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7227273270103529951</id><published>2007-09-02T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:19:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a week that's only Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAWd9OW7IJM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAWd9OW7IJM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day at home today rereading The Da Vinci Code and finishing up Huan Huan Ai because min went out with her family in the end and I couldn't walk properly thanks to the really huge blisters on the sole of my feet. Have to admit that the last few episodes of HHA made me teared. It's a really really really rare thing to happen. I mean, somehow I think it's quite loserish to cry, much less to be crying infront of a computer screen and for something which ain't real at all. So yepp, I was being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to get to the library soon. Books make me happy ahaha. I've always been quite a bookworm, and nerds are the new black, they are cool. That's what I told ahmah yesterday. The words just pop out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling quite pissed for Kelv. He should heed our advice and maybe just stop all kinda communication with that "I'm the biggest ****ing ***** ever" hurhurhur.  I think the only profanity she has in her dictionary is fuck and fucking and more fucking and I'll be quite amused by her tags actually, if it wasn't for the fact that I feel so indignant for our own drama-mama poopoohead and have got quite a lot to say as someone watching all that drama from the side (Lol). I was sooooo tempted to tag a reply or something, but then again, it's really none of my business, and I guess I don't really know everything that happened. I'm too rash and the things I do sometimes lead to neverending disputes and conflicts and whatsoever and in the end, I may even be at the losing end since I can't even express myself that well. I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my business not my business, but we're all here for tanpoopoo and we'll 'help him take care of himself'. Lawl. Funny la. Personal opinion (besides the above &lt;strong&gt;personal&lt;/strong&gt; opinions) - for this kinda r/s thingy, sorry no cure. None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon's coming out with hotpink cameras too. So pretty! I doubt I'll be able to get any of them though. Pttf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;王传一 - welcome to my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知何时开始　 &lt;br /&gt;偷偷的看你　 &lt;br /&gt;已变成乐趣 &lt;br /&gt;有时候我太安静　 &lt;br /&gt;不善于表明　 &lt;br /&gt;我想我已经动了心 &lt;br /&gt;心里早已腾出很多空隙　 &lt;br /&gt;等你回应　 &lt;br /&gt;期待你会无意之间发现　 &lt;br /&gt;有个地方让你躲雨　 &lt;br /&gt;you`re welcome to my heart &lt;br /&gt;welcome to my heart &lt;br /&gt;用幸福当约定 &lt;br /&gt;以快乐为名 为你律定 &lt;br /&gt;welcome to my heart &lt;br /&gt;welcome to my heart &lt;br /&gt;愿你会适应 &lt;br /&gt;在浮动之间 让爱传递 &lt;br /&gt;welcome to my heart &lt;br /&gt;心的钥匙交给你 &lt;br /&gt;租约永不会到期 &lt;br /&gt;期待能够在你心里 &lt;br /&gt;也住着一个我&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7227273270103529951?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7227273270103529951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7227273270103529951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7227273270103529951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7227273270103529951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/like-week-thats-only-mondays.html' title='Like a week that&apos;s only Mondays'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4510078658212014982</id><published>2007-09-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rtl3lkjUQII/AAAAAAAAA4w/3w8OLnc5g6Y/s1600-h/camwhores+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105243139951837314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rtl3lkjUQII/AAAAAAAAA4w/3w8OLnc5g6Y/s400/camwhores+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture in the backup file thing in my computer. Three long years ago, with Jake and MengZhou I think. Today was extremely good, mentoring was postphoned, got to play basketball over at the court near my house with Anet, Anet's friend Rachael, min, Victor, Sihao, Xiuanpin, Zongyang, and my brother, and ahmah came down to join us too. It must have been even better for Xiuanpin since ehem, someone found him very goodlooking. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I got hit right in the eye by the ball, got stepped on by Xiuanpin, hit my finger and my feet's quite blistered and sore cos I played without my shoes, today was really enjoyable. I've always suck at the game  so of cos my brother plays much better than me la. Victor's blister was even worse than mine, it was so red and raw he had to come up to my house to wash and cover it up. Had dinner over at LJS, saw PHS people, sat and chatted for quite some time. As min said, it felt like old times all over again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Bossini called Yuxuan already, so I doubt they're hiring me min and Victor since they haven't get back to us yet. Oh well. More interviews to come! Will be going out with min tomorrow most probably. Yayness to holidays. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4510078658212014982?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4510078658212014982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4510078658212014982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4510078658212014982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4510078658212014982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-ill-be-yours-until-sun-no-longer.html' title='And I&apos;ll be yours until the sun no longer shines'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rtl3lkjUQII/AAAAAAAAA4w/3w8OLnc5g6Y/s72-c/camwhores+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-9107076240610416588</id><published>2007-08-31T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:14.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all looking for someone, to take away the pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgTnkjUP-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/O9sY3Wk_lus/s1600-h/P8318689+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104851748172087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgTnkjUP-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/O9sY3Wk_lus/s320/P8318689+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104852967942799394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgUukjUQCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/gsuvY4LnQcQ/s400/P8318694+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;huicheeseng a.k.a birdface&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104848943558442834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgREUjUP1I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/wdMqB6I-lOU/s400/P8318690+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;soonlaolao&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104851761056989186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgToUjUQAI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vy4yMJJ-_4A/s320/P8318711+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Afrose! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104853401734496370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgVH0jUQHI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vZh_MlstajI/s320/P8318737+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;PetrinaCheong&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104853397439529058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgVHkjUQGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mdNo_fMpPBM/s320/P8318736+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;JulianLau:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgTn0jUP_I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mrX78SCCJ_c/s1600-h/P8318692+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104851752467054578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgTn0jUP_I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mrX78SCCJ_c/s320/P8318692+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Senshen:D:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgS5kjUP4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/MIDS5C3Rtms/s1600-h/P8318701+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104850957898104706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgS5kjUP4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/MIDS5C3Rtms/s400/P8318701+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104848947853410146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgREkjUP2I/AAAAAAAAA2g/bghxKrhYbdE/s400/P8318703+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Alfi the brudder :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgS50jUP5I/AAAAAAAAA24/gwk9IJH2mx4/s1600-h/P8318705+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104850962193072018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgS50jUP5I/AAAAAAAAA24/gwk9IJH2mx4/s400/P8318705+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;L-R: Eugene YZ Joel John Zhixuan :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgS6UjUP6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/U1pnO4KguxM/s1600-h/P8318712+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104850970783006626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgS6UjUP6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/U1pnO4KguxM/s400/P8318712+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;spastic with biantai :}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104852972237766706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgUu0jUQDI/AAAAAAAAA4I/LIm7Gx1oDq4/s400/P8318706+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;twinaiai [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgVG0jUQEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Td38xbCZrNo/s1600-h/P8318727+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104853384554627138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgVG0jUQEI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Td38xbCZrNo/s320/P8318727+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Fwahahaha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104851765351956498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgTokjUQBI/AAAAAAAAA34/MgeZocF1Lxc/s320/P8318726+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hmm I got rather tired from all that smiling. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY T'CHERS' DAY HAHAHA :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to tell PetCheong today about how I'm doing for accounting now and she was so happy for me and talked about how I used to be one of the students she had to scold the most and how much I hated the subject so damn much back then LOL. I almost gave up on it. It's ironic how my worst and most hated subject has become kinda my best and most liked subject now, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdface commented that I've changed quite a bit and soonlaolao still owes me his head to be used as a stool. I miss MrChin. His big round figure and his deep baritone voice :D It's quite sad that we didn't get to see him before he went back to his home in NewZealand or something. I'm happy I got to see people whom I haven't seen for about 31553 years, expecially... :D It seems like everytime I see him, I'll feel so awkward, so so exposed, I have the urge to hide behind someone or just disappear from that place. Min and Phebe were laughing at my behavior ): I can't help it. Then again, I want to see him that much. I'm changing over to LJ soon, prolly. I need a lil more privacy for my online journal, even though LJ is so not user friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to kBox with the girls in the afternoon cos there wasn't much else to do. So like, Partyworld yesterday and kBox today. I'm going broke. Anyhow, I grew taller! :D I need a haircut really badly and I look so crappy in the pictures ): Basketball after mentoring tomorrow. Rad. :D Kay I'm really really tired. Yesterday's plan to turn in early wasn't successful because just as I was about to sleep, everyone starts bombarding me with smses and I ended up aleeping at around 1am. And JY told me she pierced her tongue. I think a lip piercing's cooler la. Hah. So like, bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-9107076240610416588?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9107076240610416588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=9107076240610416588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/9107076240610416588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/9107076240610416588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-all-looking-for-someone-to-take.html' title='We&apos;re all looking for someone, to take away the pain'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtgTnkjUP-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/O9sY3Wk_lus/s72-c/P8318689+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7305643846098286830</id><published>2007-08-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:48:03.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misused, Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I'm ecstatic because today's the end of all that stress and madness, and the start of our holiday. YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY. I was starting to freak myself out. Never have I ever been so worried about an examination before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, interview at Bossini went rather fine yesterday, except for the fact that we spent so much time in buses since all the busrides were rather long, and I was quite anxious about getting home in time to study CSA. Now all we gotta do is sit and wait to hear from them, but I'm quite fine if they don't get back to me actually, I'm sooooo not keen to work. But then again, if they were to get back to the three of them, I want them to get back to me too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's back to PHS. Maybe I'll get to see people whom I missed during the carnival, and maybe I'll get to talk to PetCheong and maybe see birdface this time round [: I'm gonna have an early night tonight.  I finally got my suspenders today and Partyworld was satisfying [: I take back my word about not going kBox and Partyworld until I've found a job or something :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tears And Rain - James Blunt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7305643846098286830?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7305643846098286830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7305643846098286830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7305643846098286830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7305643846098286830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/misused-mistakes.html' title='Misused, Mistakes'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5412504343021463757</id><published>2007-08-28T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:15.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;{EDIT 18:29}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my tagboard already. Intended to do CSA just now actually, but was so tired I was lying on the bed doing nothing, till now. There's a hell lot to study for CSA, plus the notes are all in bits and pieces and so so so difficult to understand, much less memorise. I give up! Damnnn. If it's not for avoiding supp papers, I won't give a f for it already, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exam system is super annoying. Rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Edit/}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtPC30jUP0I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/YTdG9CJxYa8/s1600-h/1_552479320l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103637066996268866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtPC30jUP0I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/YTdG9CJxYa8/s400/1_552479320l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love Rainie Yang [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more papers to go! Will be going for a job interview with min Victor and Yuxuan tomorrow after econs paper, and yepp, it's the dreaded CSA paper the next day. Certain people, like min and Victor, were too afraid that the jobs would get snapped up or something, so me being the really good friend, gave in and agreed to go tomorrow instead of next Wednesday and at the same time, risk doing well for CSA. Okay kidding la hurhur. I doubt I'll be able to do any better if I go home instead. Distractions are all around and I've never ever really looked at the notes before since I don't attend CSA lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nincompoop is a nice word haha. I just used it to shoot Xiuanpin back in the comments. He's always using numbskulls. Now I've got nincompoops, like how I have poopoohead for Kelvin. LOL. Kay, kinda no link, but, LowShimin, destiny ehhhh. Fwahah :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go play basketball with AnetChean! :D I think I'm gonna be really busy after exams. How sad &gt;:( Kay shall see how buhbyeee. Anyway, I love rainy days [: and FYI, I can't see my mofo tagboard yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5412504343021463757?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5412504343021463757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5412504343021463757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5412504343021463757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5412504343021463757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/run-around-just-so-i-dont-have-to-think.html' title='Run around just so I don&apos;t have to think about thinking'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtPC30jUP0I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/YTdG9CJxYa8/s72-c/1_552479320l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-545629074892481795</id><published>2007-08-26T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:15.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the meaningless and empty words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtFu00jUPzI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5SYrNqSXxng/s1600-h/La_petita_Mireia_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102981706526506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtFu00jUPzI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5SYrNqSXxng/s400/La_petita_Mireia_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my weekend has been really unproductive so far. I shall start on accounts after this and not worry so much about whether or not I'll be able to complete POM already. Total waste of my time rwarrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-545629074892481795?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/545629074892481795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=545629074892481795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/545629074892481795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/545629074892481795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-meaningless-and-empty-words.html' title='All the meaningless and empty words'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RtFu00jUPzI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5SYrNqSXxng/s72-c/La_petita_Mireia_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3360424364860953534</id><published>2007-08-25T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:25:55.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation never what you want it to be.</title><content type='html'>I'm frustrated. I can't see the tagboards still, and my phone's refusing to let me upload songs in it. Worse still, there's 9 more chapters of POM to go, half of econs, and I haven't start on accounts and omgzzz, CSA. I'm dying. Couldn't make it for mentoring today. Think Vanessa started on the SMART already. Seeeee, I'm quite redundant actually, I'll only drag the process down cos I'm so absentminded (I forgot there's mentoring today rwarrr) and blah blah blah ): Seems like it's the start of everyone else's hol, but here I am living in my hell ): Okay, now I'm starting to feel depressed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be studying instead of yakking away here since I've still got so much to do, but it was hard enough for me to get 4 I-don't-even-think-is-completed chapters into my head. Damn sleepy, I tell you. Yiyong still had to rub it in unintentionally with a "You free now? &lt;strong&gt;Exam over le hor&lt;/strong&gt;... ..." Hahaha seeeee people finished their exam already. So sad. Pttf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya kay la. Five more days, and I think a lil less than a hundred pages to memorise. Kidding, then again, I'm not sure. I'm tough I'm gonna last. Roll eyes. Ohhhh and it's exactly four more months to Christmas Day hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope of today: &lt;strong&gt;Feel as though you've been stuck in a rut lately? The stars say that what you need today is a new point of view!&lt;/strong&gt; In order to give yourself a fresh new perspective on life, take a break from your normal routine here and there. Don't change everything at once -- the shock will be more inconvenient than helpful. Just switch up one or two things -- go to a new place for lunch, pretend you're a vegan for the day, or &lt;strong&gt;see what life is like if you never stop smiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never stop smiling, but I still feel quite terrible. Okay, a new point of view. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SdQGYHOFu8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SdQGYHOFu8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3360424364860953534?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3360424364860953534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3360424364860953534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3360424364860953534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3360424364860953534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/situation-never-what-you-want-it-to-be.html' title='Situation never what you want it to be.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8185207696837051521</id><published>2007-08-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:15.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to say a word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs7UoEjUPwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/kD4ndXECsyE/s1600-h/DSC00701+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249212739075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs7UoEjUPwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/kD4ndXECsyE/s400/DSC00701+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;6 months ago.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs7UpEjUPxI/AAAAAAAAA14/d39FSZz5gEM/s1600-h/DSC04418+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249229918945042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs7UpEjUPxI/AAAAAAAAA14/d39FSZz5gEM/s400/DSC04418+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;6 months later.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture was taken on the O'lvl results day, 2nd one's taken today. I stand the same way in both pictures, and I mosaic-ed min's face in the first cos I'll prolly be murdered by her if I show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing paper down. I think I'll pass, but probability that I'll be able to hold on to my B+ is almost zero ): Went to BuddyHoagies after the paper today with the intention of studying accounts, but we ended up walking over to Safra instead for some hahaha enjoyment. Guilty pleasure. All the way there my mental angel and devil were arguing with each other. Obviously devil won. And I'm totally broke, no more kBox or KTV or whatsoever for me until I've found a job and started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be the start of hell. It's cramming, cramming and more cramming. I know my study method is totally wrong and it's also likely to kill my brain sooner or later hurhur, but I'm quite inflexible and I think a change suddenly will give me things I don't wanna get. Eugene said in the comment that exam will be over in no time. Yeaaaa, but if only no time comes even faster. Exams are a sickening draaaaaag. Kay, I think I'll have to stop all these negative thinkings. Bad karma. Fwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Why can't everyone just love everyone else, even with no phone calls or what! I don't get any phone calls too, or anybody asking me out, and the only person I get to meet up with is Shimin Shimin and more Shimin (not that I mind :D :D :D), and maybe occasional meetups with the guys and ahmah, and Anet and Phebe during HPT meetings usually. I can't see the tagboards again, except for Jack's, for whatsoever reason, but I know WongKailing you need to be relinked. You'd better not count on me for your blogskin though, I haven't made one in a long long while already. Unless you don't mind something amateurish. Heh. And I think 2904 won't be 2904 anymore if anyone of the girls including you you you! is excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay yayness Jiesheng just texted to say that Bossini has got staff shortages. I guess that's a good thing, but if only I can find a job where I get to work with familiar people laa. There's close to impossible, though. I want to continue being antisocial lololol. Kay this has been long enough a post. Buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs70oUjUPyI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0IkMrCTQHIE/s1600-h/P5288033+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs70oUjUPyI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0IkMrCTQHIE/s320/P5288033+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102284401406132002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Song from long ago, but I like leh. I don't know if the chinese characters can be seen. If can't too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lS5UAHTmwX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lS5UAHTmwX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;王羚柔 - 当我们同在一起&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果云是天空的呼吸&lt;br /&gt;风是我慌张的叹息&lt;br /&gt;回忆是爱的延续&lt;br /&gt;只因为你和我已经不在一起&lt;br /&gt;当我们同在一起在一起在一起&lt;br /&gt;空气里有午后的暖意&lt;br /&gt;我听着沙沙收音机&lt;br /&gt;突然间下起了雨&lt;br /&gt;雨让我好想好想你想抱着你&lt;br /&gt;当我们同在一起在一起在一起&lt;br /&gt;在一起在一起其快乐无比&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;你是我曾经的甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;我是你爱情的过去&lt;br /&gt;那一段美好的记忆&lt;br /&gt;我们都不能够忘记&lt;br /&gt;因为我很爱很爱你&lt;br /&gt;所以能微笑着离去&lt;br /&gt;虽然我不会在见你&lt;br /&gt;幸福是我们曾经在一起&lt;br /&gt;空气里有午后的暖意&lt;br /&gt;我听着沙沙收音机&lt;br /&gt;唱什么听不清晰&lt;br /&gt;因为我傻傻的笑着&lt;br /&gt;想起了你&lt;br /&gt;当我们同在一起在一起在一起&lt;br /&gt;在一起在一起其快乐无比&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8185207696837051521?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8185207696837051521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8185207696837051521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8185207696837051521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8185207696837051521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-dont-have-to-say-word.html' title='You don&apos;t have to say a word'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rs7UoEjUPwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/kD4ndXECsyE/s72-c/DSC00701+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4533259696154550332</id><published>2007-08-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:12:17.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away</title><content type='html'>I've been good, I've been cramming things into my brain, it's giving me a bad headache ): I've just got two chapters left to go, but I think I'll forget it already. Also, it's hard to study with &lt;s&gt;Baby &lt;/s&gt;Toddler Faith the irritant around. Hmm she just walked in wearing my dad's bedroom slippers which look quite like flippers on her. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting reminded of stupid things I did, and how stupid I felt then. I'm hoping I won't screw things up again. I've got enough screwups to last. For now though, I'm just hoping I won't screw my exams up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4533259696154550332?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4533259696154550332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4533259696154550332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4533259696154550332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4533259696154550332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-just-too-hard-to-watch-it-all.html' title='it&apos;s just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4678693895324942377</id><published>2007-08-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the new shit</title><content type='html'>I've been reading up, but nothing seems to be going in. The parents had better not expect anything from me. Kay, actually I think I'm the one having expectations for myself first. This expectation shitzx is making me lose my nuts. Everything's so different now. Sheesh. Hello I don't want to care. Rwars. I'm really losing it/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101062788153097970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsqdlEjUPvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LNOFWNlz78I/s320/Fujifilm+finepix+Z100fd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, Fujifilm's Z100fd is really really pretty. I want! The thing is, I don't know when it's coming out in Singapore, and it's prolly a little over the budget. Hmm I will work hard. *Roll eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Babble babble bitch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bitch rebel rebel&lt;/span&gt; party party sex &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sex sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't forget the violence ... &lt;/span&gt;I'm super restless. Ugh bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4678693895324942377?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4678693895324942377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4678693895324942377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4678693895324942377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4678693895324942377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-new-shit.html' title='This is the new shit'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsqdlEjUPvI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LNOFWNlz78I/s72-c/Fujifilm+finepix+Z100fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4365448359044957995</id><published>2007-08-20T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:11:20.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings are better left unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBy0XefiUkY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBy0XefiUkY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired last night, I almost fell asleep immediately, and all of a sudden, my phone rang. Apparently, yk and I think I know who else had nothing else better to do  than calling people up at 0140 in the morning pretending to be staffs from Temasek Poly. Don't really recall what I said to him or vice versa cos I was like, half asleep, but I think I remember saying, "yea right, who are you." I won't take it to heart that his call kinda jolted me awake since I haven't heard from him for about 145468612 years hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay whatever. I shall start my revision at 1. "You will meh! I know your pattern lei. You confirm study half way sian alr." As said by the birthday boy. Lol. I'll prove him wrong. Fwahah. So, I'm feeling better than I have been in a long while [: Yay yay. It's off to the books soon, though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I just realised it's post no.1221 and this blog's &lt;s&gt;2&lt;/s&gt; 3 years and 3 days old already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4365448359044957995?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4365448359044957995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4365448359044957995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4365448359044957995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4365448359044957995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/somethings-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title='somethings are better left unsaid'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6792928037098463298</id><published>2007-08-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:18.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And there's no way you could have meant all the things you told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100396376732483186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_e0jUPnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/WdaglHz5o4g/s320/P8188678+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;brudder, bestfriend, baobei [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100396183458954834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_TkjUPlI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/62dVZAaLVu0/s320/P8188657+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_TEjUPkI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ef6J1o4g4QI/s1600-h/P8188663+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100396174869020226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_TEjUPkI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ef6J1o4g4QI/s320/P8188663+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100396587185880706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_rEjUPoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/zxOt_77zRyw/s400/P8188670+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;twinaiai [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_T0jUPmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/c_fs9oIW1QY/s1600-h/P8188674+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100396187753922146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_T0jUPmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/c_fs9oIW1QY/s320/P8188674+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;gay!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100397029567512210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshAE0jUPpI/AAAAAAAAA04/f2ja0df9m5w/s320/P8188680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100397033862479522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshAFEjUPqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MZBLq44mwvc/s320/P8188682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshBVEjUPrI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ZEaKxlVeFKM/s1600-h/DSC04382+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100398408252014258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshBVEjUPrI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ZEaKxlVeFKM/s400/DSC04382+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshBVUjUPsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/VpheU2_e2PY/s1600-h/DSC04383+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100398412546981570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshBVUjUPsI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/VpheU2_e2PY/s400/DSC04383+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshD80jUPtI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5e18vz2tA_0/s1600-h/DSC04386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100401290175069906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshD80jUPtI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5e18vz2tA_0/s400/DSC04386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2053am, fatigue showing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comp's back, and guess whaaaaaaat. My stuffs aren't lost! I'm quite relieved that I didn't lost this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100404429796163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RshGzkjUPuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/7OplFNww6wQ/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. But then again, I don't really care anymore :D Plus I'll prolly get my new camera soon. Teeheehees [:[: Dad picked me up today from Khatib central, had breakfast with the family, went down to Courts to get the sister's MP3, and I slept through the day the moment I reached home and had a good WARM shower. Seriously, I wonder how min survives her showers during really cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I'm gonna die soon, cos I haven't really started on my studying at all. I can't wait for the hols, really. I wanna go tanning, go sing kBox as many times as we like, that is, after we get our pay from working hahaa, maybe go Pulau Ubin for cycling trip again, have mahjong sleepovers and late nights out, blahhhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay. I think I should start revising already. If only self controlling is that easy. I get distracted so easily though. Rwar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6792928037098463298?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6792928037098463298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6792928037098463298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6792928037098463298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6792928037098463298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-theres-no-way-you-could-have-meant.html' title='And there&apos;s no way you could have meant all the things you told me'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rsg_e0jUPnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/WdaglHz5o4g/s72-c/P8188678+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3768340729890701281</id><published>2007-08-19T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T07:47:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So like, it's 0719am and I'm over at min's house with Victor, Yusong, Xiuanpin and poopoohead and we've just finished our game of mahjong. Last night was rad, just that it's kinda wrong to have a mahjong sleepover in the midst of exams for the guys and right before exams for us. Anyway, extremely cold shower at 3am in the morning is rahhhh, cold. Duh. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firework display was really pretty, but the place was super crowded and we waited for over an hour standing among the crowd just for that few minutes of fascination, after which we still had to slowly shuffle our way back to the MRT station due to the excessive amount of people there. Phebe and Anet went home first, leaving me the very obviously shortest one, even though I ain't that short, among the tallies yet again. Lawl. Went to Kelvin's house, went down to NorthPoint to catch Rush Hour 3, treat from Yusong :D , almost got frozen to death in the theatre, managed to survive, went back to the poo's house to get our stuffs and walked the long long way over to min's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, shall upload pictures only when I'm home later, not that there are many of them though. Nobody want take nice pictures la, so sad. The guys behave like gays whenever the camera's taken out. Kidding. Kay I'm so irritating I know fwahah kay till later buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3768340729890701281?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3768340729890701281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3768340729890701281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3768340729890701281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3768340729890701281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-like-its-0719am-and-im-over-at-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-9032973644080599585</id><published>2007-08-16T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:20.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099237607440924066" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsQjOEjUPfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Skegpz9Hxt0/s320/PC197411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099237070570012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsQhGUjUPZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0zXFWYudkUs/s320/P3197825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I still have like, most of my pictures saved in CDs and in my camera itself. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-9032973644080599585?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9032973644080599585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=9032973644080599585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/9032973644080599585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/9032973644080599585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-goodness-i-still-have-like-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsQhlkjUPaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/r2uN7Apwlzo/s72-c/P4095044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3953011463833215118</id><published>2007-08-15T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:20.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there means leaving things behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsMBqvbsD9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8hPtvl7xcbI/s1600-h/DSC04309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098921036912267218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsMBqvbsD9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8hPtvl7xcbI/s400/DSC04309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsMBq_bsD-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lq0mDPTH428/s1600-h/DSC04301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098921041207234530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsMBq_bsD-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/lq0mDPTH428/s400/DSC04301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother complained that the computer was too lagged (which wasn't really), dad got people to come over to upgrade it or something, they came kinda suddenly, I didn't even know who they were. They took away the stupid CPU, left me with no time to save my stuffs in my thumdrive or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main point is, I highly doubt that all my pictures, brushes, half completed skins, MSN message histories, and all my precious precious stuffs especially all the printscreen shots of spastic msn chats with... will still be there by the time they get the bloody thing back. So like, bye everything. Things aren't gonna happen again and I've got nothing left to remind myself that they happened. Stupid. I should have printed everything out long long ago and framed them up or something hurhurhur kay I'm kidding. Damn damn damn. I could cry, but it's so dumb to be wailing over some dead matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was still thinking that this post should be a happier one. Wahliaoeh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to make do with my dad's comp or my sis's lappy for now, which means that I can't come online too often already, which I guess, don't really matter and is even better, since exams start like, next Fri and I gotta stop coming online every single night. Alternate nights will be better. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped accounts tutorial yet again, had lunch at BuddyHoagies, and sat there for a good two hours, chatting. Might be going for the firework display over at Cityhall this Saturday. It'll make up for the loss of fun and happiness last Thursday then. Lololol. But of cos, the afternoon will be dedicated to mugging for exams. Probably. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay la. I'll end off with baby Faith's picture [: My phone's camera is really bad. Rwar. Kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098922527265918962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsMDBfbsD_I/AAAAAAAAAyI/ZAVYtb2r7rI/s400/DSC04344+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3953011463833215118?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3953011463833215118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3953011463833215118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3953011463833215118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3953011463833215118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-there-means-leaving-things.html' title='Getting there means leaving things behind'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsMBqvbsD9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8hPtvl7xcbI/s72-c/DSC04309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4911540878759220647</id><published>2007-08-14T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:21.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It might have hurt worse to hear you say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsGoJfbsD7I/AAAAAAAAAxo/34xTJE1VZyo/s1600-h/DSC04287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098541134170034098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsGoJfbsD7I/AAAAAAAAAxo/34xTJE1VZyo/s400/DSC04287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today, I was talked to by birdface whom I hated like shit back then, I was hanging outside the class during chinese lessons with the guys, I was worrying about o'lvls FNN practical exam the next day, I was grateful that Sihao and Weemin offered to go j8's NTUC with me to get the ingredients I needed, I was feeling depressed about feeling alone, and I was bloody hell crude in my language. {&lt;a href="http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/drowning-in-pool-of-misery.html"&gt;1408/2006&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't exactly fantastic, but it wasn't as bad as how it was last year. I still remember feeling so helpless without Phebe and min lol. It's just kinda... interesting, to look back at what I was doing and feeling one year ago. And I guess my attitude was like, real bad, especially to PetCheong and HCS. "i was nice to birdface, and i did my pac for once :D ahgong was like asking me where's my attitude today." Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I had my archive removed due to me being too shy to show them hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yishun Safra's Party World after school with min today. Tried to get ahmah to come down, but she was sick. Figured Victor and Yuxuan's lessons end too late for them to come over. Got a huge room even though it was just the two of us. Anyhow, the room was freezing cold. Ain't too bad, might go there again the next time instead of kBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I'll do great for exams, but it's gonna be damn hard. Fuck, CSA alone is enough to murder me, I think. Kay, maybe not to that extent, but... &gt;:( Ahhh, now I'm turning into a whining bitch of a laydee again. Fwah. I need a proper haircut soon, which prolly means October. Hmm that's kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I've got nothing much to say anymore lol, so buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ScoiJRbMJk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ScoiJRbMJk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4911540878759220647?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4911540878759220647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4911540878759220647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4911540878759220647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4911540878759220647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-might-have-hurt-worse-to-hear-you.html' title='It might have hurt worse to hear you say'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RsGoJfbsD7I/AAAAAAAAAxo/34xTJE1VZyo/s72-c/DSC04287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2230263490427406240</id><published>2007-08-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:50:41.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but time rips you apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTGeClQ8aKM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTGeClQ8aKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole year ago, and it seems just like yesterday. Corny, but so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2230263490427406240?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2230263490427406240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2230263490427406240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2230263490427406240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2230263490427406240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-time-rips-you-apart.html' title='but time rips you apart.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2101368070098390215</id><published>2007-08-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:28:07.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;T0P 21 people you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Type the first 21 people that you think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Shimin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Phebe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ahmah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cheyenne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kailing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fishy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yuxuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;9.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Victor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;10.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yusong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;11.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Xiuanpin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;12.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yiyang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;13.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Shaofeng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;14.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Keefe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;15.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jiayan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;16.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yuenchen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;17.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kenneth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;18.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ZGX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;19.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kelvintanpoopoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;20.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Charmaine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;21.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lynette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;First set of questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who is #16 to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One of my bestest girlfriends and tanning babe [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What was your first impression of #1?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;around 7 years ago. can't remember alrdy la lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ever had a crush on #5?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;can't possibly have a crush on my da jie da can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How did you meet #20?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;She's my cousin, hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Describe #13 in 4 words.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Very extremely super white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Where is #19 from?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Planet of poo. Nah. Singapore, Northland secondary sch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Do you know any of #3's family members?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yupp sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How tall is #17?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Would you go out with #7?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What's your best memory with #2?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Too many to be listed! [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How do you feel about #11?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gayyyyyyyyy. Fwahaha :} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How old is #8?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Going 17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Does #6 have your number?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yupp duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Has #9 changed since you've met?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Physically, yes. Mentally, dont think so :} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Does #15 have a job?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yupps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Where is #18 from?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Singapore. PHS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When did you meet #14?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Like, a month ago or something I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Is #12 a virgin?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hahahahaa none of my business if he is or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Is #4 a good friend to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Have you done anything... "X-rated" with #10?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nope, dont practice incest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why is #21 last?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;like, no reason? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2nd set of questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Would #8 and #13 make a good couple?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What about #2 and #15?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;NO WAYYYY LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How would you react if #14 and #16 went out?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they don't even know each other seh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Have you ever been with #4, #6, #12, #18 and #20 at the same time?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nopes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Do #9 and #19 hate each other?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hahaha doubt so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What about #7 and #11?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nopes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Are #5 and #17 friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nopes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What about #3 and #21?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nahhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What about #1 and #10?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yupps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last set of questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who's the shortest person on your list?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#15/ JY JY HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The tallest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#8/ Yuxuan. he's like, a whole 21cm taller than me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The most annoying?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#19/ KELVINTANPOOPOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The nicest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#13/ shaofeng? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The hottest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;none of them LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How many people on your list do you hang out with?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Around 15 of em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Do you hate anyone on your list?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who's most likely to become famous?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Who's the funniest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#14/ Keefe. LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh yepp. I'm not gonna let my demons pull me down. [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2101368070098390215?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2101368070098390215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2101368070098390215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2101368070098390215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2101368070098390215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/t0p-21-people-you-know-type-first-21.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-869949223417974731</id><published>2007-08-12T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:18:05.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you let your demons pull you down</title><content type='html'>Dad brought us to Changi Village for brekkie yet again today. Still, that place is so full of the twograce memory. Hah. It has been a long weekend of reminiscing for me. We've been missing two years of chalet, there must be one next year okay! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anet you are such an asshole! "of course i LIKE MY hair, but someone else likes ahbeng more dn ahbeng hairrrrrr" No no no no no. Lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Xavier was being an ass yesterday at the meeting ): Thanks to him, I'm prolly Logistics with Vanessa for the coming camp. I don't know, but I think it's scary and I'm very very extremely worried that I won't do a good job. Well even though they kept saying that it's the easiest post of all and that I should have more faith in myself, I'm still worried that I'll be kind of a burden to Vanessa =/ Morever, Phebe and Anet are not gonna be staying over and all cos of school. I can't really imagine going to camp without them around most of the time actually. Remember how I used to miss min and Cheyenne during camps lol. Hmm, it's time to learn to be not so dependent on them anymore. And I guess Phebe's right. I should just try it out and not worry so much about screwing up and such. Afterall, I'm Eve the great hahahahaa :} If only it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my soyabean icecream yesterday and it was nice talking and listening to Phebe and licking the icecream at the same time. I have to get started on my revision today, really really. No more pondering about useless stuffs anymore. Worthless! Ohhh and WongKailing I miss taking pictures with you! [: Can't wait to go tanning la. I miss everyone again, and I need new peeeeeektures, new cam, laptop, contact lenses, new dye job, more confidence, a tan, lots of moolah and I'm trying to psycho my dad into bringing us to Taiwan again but I doubt it's actually possible bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-869949223417974731?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/869949223417974731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=869949223417974731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/869949223417974731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/869949223417974731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-you-let-your-demons-pull-you-down.html' title='Don&apos;t you let your demons pull you down'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8476623138913591006</id><published>2007-08-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There now, steady love, so few come and don't go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrxhCPbsD2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/2URglB60xCg/s1600-h/Blind____by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097055569406857058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrxhCPbsD2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/2URglB60xCg/s400/Blind____by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12.48 am, he called. And I was just complaining to min yesterday that guys never call back whenever they say they will. Missed the call though, was too busy watching Troy to be able to hear my phone hurhur. Texted back, held on to the phone for an hour, contemplated whether to finally finally finally bloody hell call him back, no reply from him, decided to just forget it and go to sleep. He never did get back. Quite used to it, but it's so impolite to not reply questions la lol. Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll gain a kg or two soon. Imagine, six and a half donuts in three days. I'm such a pig hahaha. Chuanlian's so sweet. She tried to lighten my heavyheartedness [: I guess I'm feeling better. The sister dragged me out to town today, treated me to Venezia greentea and cookies&amp;amp;cream icecream to return me the favour. I want to get the hoodies from Fox. See, that's the reason why I refused to go out at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing basketball tomorrow, before the meeting in the evening, but I think the guys don't like playing with us ): How sad. Horoscope for today: Throughout the day, you may find it extremely difficult to bend to the wishes of other people, and it might bug you quite a bit when someone wants to do something in a new way, even though you like the old way just fine. You might be feeling slightly less adaptable right now because there has been so much change in your life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, I'll get over everthing soon. Just a trip back and it got me all so emo. What the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8476623138913591006?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8476623138913591006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8476623138913591006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8476623138913591006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8476623138913591006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-now-steady-love-so-few-come-and.html' title='There now, steady love, so few come and don&apos;t go'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrxhCPbsD2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/2URglB60xCg/s72-c/Blind____by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6333785462639503309</id><published>2007-08-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything goes wrong</title><content type='html'>It feels like everything and everyone's changing and moving on, and I'm still stucked at where I've always been at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anet, Yusong and Xiuanpin crashed our Microecons lecture yesterday, and Anet got me donuts. Such a dear :D Skipped our accounting tutorial after that and met up with Wenqi and Jolene at Sugarloaf instead to wait for Yiyang. Headed off to PHS on bus72 after that without Jolene. Miss the school, miss the people, but didn't quite managed to see the certain people I wanted so much to see ): Was quite upset about it actually, but I guess that's how fate works. So near yet so damn far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2904 wasn't quite completed too. Kailing, Melly and Jolene wasn't there, Phebe left early, ahmah and Wenqi were at dispute with each other and still is, and JY was working over at SingFest. The guys were with the whole bunch of guys, duh. They were so busy with each other, they didn'y even want to have dinner with us girls &gt;:( Kept poking Boulder in the chest cos he haha has grown so much since the last time I saw him. Lol. Got to play a bit of basketball. Yea, in my flimsy white blouse, jeans and havaianas. I guess that was the only real good thing which happened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the girls plus Kelvintanpoopoo behind the school, afterwhich we decided to go over to Northpoint to catch Secret. Ended up buying an extra ticket because of some shitzx which happened, and I had to get dragged by the poopoohead over to his ahbeng friends to sell them the ticket because apparently, they wanted a female to do it and kelvin wasn't gay enough hurhur. Neoahmah you owe me one. I don't like talking to unknown guys when I'm having a bad hair day lor, which yesterday was, unfortunately. Lawlzx. Hmm. The movie was surprisingly good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, mood went down from yesterday, especially after I realised there wasn't any chance I could meet _ and that everything seems to be going all haywire. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's mood continued on today, which was spent rather pathetically. Was supposed to meet up with the guys for fireworks today, just like how we did last year. But as expected, they didn't really want to go, prolly due to the fact that they stayed over at ZY's house last night. I doubt any of them slept at all. So it ended up only with me and min, and there we were, sitting at the train station and feeling so sorry for ourself. Went CWP in the end, queued for Munchy Donuts which I personally think ain't as good as Donut Factory. Had dinner at Pastamania, then home. At least Anet and Yuxuan offered to come down and join us. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, rather long post today. I'm still feeling rather heavyhearted from everything. What was supposed to be good turned out the otherwise. I look like an asshole in every single picture taken and I can't stand it bloody hell. And I think I need a new camera because there's something wrong with it and I need a cardreader in order to upload the pictures. I guess when bad luck comes, you start feeling shitty and all the more the negative luck pours in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pttf ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrscqvbsDxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lmqQxIjZPTo/s1600-h/P8088621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096698923912531730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrscqvbsDxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lmqQxIjZPTo/s320/P8088621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;hmm. four stripes adidas lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrscrPbsDyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dQbB7qWiyBw/s1600-h/P8088617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096698932502466338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrscrPbsDyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dQbB7qWiyBw/s320/P8088617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrsigfbsDzI/AAAAAAAAAwo/WyUUd_D3dAY/s1600-h/P8088656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096705344888639282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrsigfbsDzI/AAAAAAAAAwo/WyUUd_D3dAY/s320/P8088656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrsklfbsD0I/AAAAAAAAAww/HV6BAE9r76Y/s1600-h/P8088644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096707629811240770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrsklfbsD0I/AAAAAAAAAww/HV6BAE9r76Y/s400/P8088644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;see that big poo beside me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rrskl_bsD1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/kWPXFD8L2jA/s1600-h/P8088650+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096707638401175378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rrskl_bsD1I/AAAAAAAAAw4/kWPXFD8L2jA/s400/P8088650+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;baobeii spastic tgt worhzxzx.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6333785462639503309?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6333785462639503309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6333785462639503309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6333785462639503309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6333785462639503309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-everything-goes-wrong.html' title='when everything goes wrong'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrscqvbsDxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/lmqQxIjZPTo/s72-c/P8088621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2255318838483508414</id><published>2007-08-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:23.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBXPbsDuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BaCX7MolyKk/s1600-h/DSC04173+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095965214649356002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBXPbsDuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BaCX7MolyKk/s320/DSC04173+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBX_bsDvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GYXgYyaWxM8/s1600-h/DSC04172+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095965227534257906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBX_bsDvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GYXgYyaWxM8/s320/DSC04172+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBYfbsDwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FRvCnAlrqa8/s1600-h/DSC04129+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095965236124192514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBYfbsDwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FRvCnAlrqa8/s320/DSC04129+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriAmfbsDtI/AAAAAAAAAv4/WwUCj8VxfwE/s1600-h/DSC04138+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095964377130733266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriAmfbsDtI/AAAAAAAAAv4/WwUCj8VxfwE/s400/DSC04138+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriACfbsDsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/er9ZlTNwevo/s1600-h/DSC04171+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095963758655442626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriACfbsDsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/er9ZlTNwevo/s400/DSC04171+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to make do with my phone's lousy 2 megapixel camera because the sister borrowed the camera from me this morning, but anyhow, outing was good. Class bonded pretty well, I guess [: I think I'm really quite lucky to be in 1R03. Everyone's really nice and at the very least, we're all at peace with each other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I overspent wayyyy too much. Pttf. Job during the hols is a must then ): Oh, Anet and Yusong may be crashing lectures tomorrow :D I think my dear ge ge is too... for his own good. Fill in the blanks, I don't really know what words to use. Lol. Kay, at least he dare to do something for the sake of his happiness and all that shitzx hahahaa. That sounds rather retarded. Aiya whatever. My language's not up to standard today. Or was it even up to standard to start with?! Hurhur whatever whatever abrupt ending but ignts alrdy kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2255318838483508414?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2255318838483508414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2255318838483508414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2255318838483508414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2255318838483508414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/had-to-make-do-with-my-phones-lousy-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RriBXPbsDuI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BaCX7MolyKk/s72-c/DSC04173+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4600464582965967612</id><published>2007-08-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:12:02.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever be more than just a memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6v5nNSHAvM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6v5nNSHAvM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to catch Secret. Am in the mood for sappy tears-inducing heartwrenching kinda movies now. Was watching Eye10 after CSA just now hahaha. Projects are finally over! :D Sad to say though, exams are in 18 days. Fwah. One last week to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae Sushi with the class at Changi Airport tomorrow, PHS carnival the day after, followed maybe by sleepover and movie and whatnots. Somehow, I think the sleepover should be placed after the exams lor. Heh :D But I think Victor can't wait for his mahjong session. And yayness, three cheers for cancelled lectures and postponed tutorials on Friday [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway random, min's new phone is really pretty and I think XiaoGui is like, omgzzz cute. Lol! And I realise it seem like a super duper long time since I last seen Kelvin Tan the shitty poopoohead. Asshole zhong se qing you sia. Hurhur. Kay, the weather's fricking hot. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4600464582965967612?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4600464582965967612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4600464582965967612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4600464582965967612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4600464582965967612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-i-ever-be-more-than-just-memory.html' title='Will I ever be more than just a memory'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7882242795225782653</id><published>2007-08-04T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:23.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of being, now I'm something I'm not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrRuVvbsDpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C1bE14UT4Qc/s1600-h/P3197794+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094818398251781778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrRuVvbsDpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C1bE14UT4Qc/s320/P3197794+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrRs5vbsDoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vklqNmYjN_k/s1600-h/P9096955+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094816817703816834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrRs5vbsDoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vklqNmYjN_k/s320/P9096955+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It always feels so good to be able to see the good ol' faces again after weeks of not seeing them. It's nice to go crazy and talk as loudly as I like to the people I love, speak in weird slangs and joke about everything, and to go high and laugh about nothing in particular. At least, that's how I'm supposed to be like, and I'm still wondering why I can't let myself go and just be more like myself in school. I guess things are improving, though. One semester's almost over, it'd be quite disastrous if things aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, we're gonna have a long camp this year. Uhhuh. Spent quite the whole of today baking muffins. The brother got a muffin tray of the wrong size for me, so I ended up making mini banana chocolate chip cupcakes instead, but they were quite satisfying. At last, something I baked turn out like what they are supposed to turn out like. Hoho. Kay, I think my brownies weren't too bad too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa get started on the books. I'm actually wondering how's our marketing project's going. Ahh, I feel like buying stuffs, but mom just nagged at me in the morning about money management. Hurhur. Nice. Anyway, AnetChean! !So sorry that I didn't join you today! And anyway, I can't watch my show on MobTV cos apparently, my version of Windows MediaPlayer ain't genuine! Hurhurhurrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Millionaire's First Love is rather good. Almost made me teared, but then again, not quite. I'm tough, lol. Hyun Bin is effing hot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sum41 -&lt;br /&gt;Confusion And Frustration In Modern Times&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in smoke, pop goes the culture&lt;br /&gt;The tension blew it up&lt;br /&gt;We're choking from a bleeding ulcer&lt;br /&gt;We eventually threw it out so&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? Where's the voice of reason?&lt;br /&gt;It's long gone, we lost it long ago&lt;br /&gt;Apathy plus ice fill the void of motivation&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion's all I see&lt;br /&gt;Frustration surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Solution, bid farewell&lt;br /&gt;Sedation, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the mirror to the past&lt;br /&gt;To find what I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;The bleeding heart of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Is all I found and nothing more regrets&lt;br /&gt;Short of no correction&lt;br /&gt;Paid my debts, to anxiety&lt;br /&gt;The iron lung collapsed from the pressure and the swelling&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion's all I see&lt;br /&gt;Frustration surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;[Confusion And Frustration In Modern Times Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com]&lt;br /&gt;Solution, bid farewell&lt;br /&gt;Sedation, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Confusion's all I see&lt;br /&gt;Frustration surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Solution, bid farewell&lt;br /&gt;Sedation, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead-end roads&lt;br /&gt;And warning signs&lt;br /&gt;Destination nowhere&lt;br /&gt;In sight&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divided we stand&lt;br /&gt;Together we fall&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a God&lt;br /&gt;That can save us all&lt;br /&gt;So don't pray on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Just, beg on your hands&lt;br /&gt;There is no belief&lt;br /&gt;In this promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divided we stand&lt;br /&gt;Together we fall&lt;br /&gt;There's no God&lt;br /&gt;That can save us all&lt;br /&gt;So don't pray on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Just, beg on your hands&lt;br /&gt;There is no belief&lt;br /&gt;In this promised land&lt;br /&gt;There's no belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion's all I see&lt;br /&gt;Frustration surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Solution, bid farewell&lt;br /&gt;Sedation, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Confusion's all I see&lt;br /&gt;Frustration surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Solution, bid farewell&lt;br /&gt;Sedation, what the hell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7882242795225782653?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7882242795225782653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7882242795225782653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7882242795225782653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7882242795225782653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-tired-of-being-now-im-something-im.html' title='I&apos;m tired of being, now I&apos;m something I&apos;m not'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RrRuVvbsDpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C1bE14UT4Qc/s72-c/P3197794+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4164292219209471390</id><published>2007-08-03T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:53:28.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Channel U was over at TP today to film the Hey Gorgeous thing. Was watching under the hot sun after leaving accounts lecture halfway through. I think there are even better looking people out there, definitely. Fiona Xie's hot! :D I've been getting to know more new people recently, nice. HPT meeting tonight about the coming camp. I'm baking tomorrow, prolly. Tons of tutorials to do during the weekend, it seems. Next week's gonna be pretty full. Will be seeing the people, uber rad. I want to go tanning soon. I want donuts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4164292219209471390?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4164292219209471390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4164292219209471390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4164292219209471390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4164292219209471390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/channel-u-was-over-at-tp-today-to-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2115432694146610892</id><published>2007-08-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:54:44.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the best put on the heartbeat line</title><content type='html'>I think it's so unfair. Younger brothers are always complaining about being bullied by older sisters, and when older sisters complain about their younger brothers, no one gives a shit. WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE GIVING IN?!!!!! ROARRRRRRRS. I'm feeling really indignant. Pttf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. I want my own laptop next year. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fat. Double ugh. Shitty abnormal feels-so-plastic kinda life in poly. Triple ugh. Exams coming. Quadruple ugh. Wishing everything's back to secondary school days and knowing that it's impossible. Quintuple ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to continue, but I had to struggle quite a bit to even come up with five complaints. So, oh well. I guess my life's still pretty rad. Not not not not not not. Sextuple ugh. Kay I just source that out from the dict. Sextuple hahaahahaha nice word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pttf. This is so fuckedup. I'm feeling so fucked up. I've got people waiting for me to appear online. How nice, but I don't think I'm going to. Kay bye bye. I've still got marketing to do. 0808 back to PHS! :D No more hopes, but it keeps me going, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2115432694146610892?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2115432694146610892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2115432694146610892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2115432694146610892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2115432694146610892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-best-put-on-heartbeat-line.html' title='In the best put on the heartbeat line'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6937393979539964772</id><published>2007-07-31T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:32:17.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well maybe someday we'll meet again</title><content type='html'>Finished watching episode 9, can't wait for 10! Our dearest groupmate threw a tantrum again today. I don't know why, but it seems like the virgo guys around really are quite horrid creatures at times. Nevertheless, four projects are down already [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had blood in my mucus today, ewwwww. And I realised people treats you better when you're sick. Teehees. Many thanks to those like Anet Yiyong and Keefe, who wish me an early recovery and ask me to take care. Your well wishes are much appreciated! [:[: Can someone go queue for donuts for me too? Okay I'm kidding :D But I've got a craving for Donuts Factory's donuts now and I shall go queue for it one day when I can eat unhealthy food again! I feel like baking too. Shall bake muffins soon :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello to JLo on Friendster and he said hello back too hahaha. It's funny cos I've never talk to him before when we were back in PHS last time lololols. Well, I'm friendly :D Okay bye bye. I've got accounting to do, and I have yet to do my part for Marketing after so long. Exams in 24 days! Make that 23 actually. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6937393979539964772?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6937393979539964772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6937393979539964772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6937393979539964772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6937393979539964772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-maybe-someday-well-meet-again.html' title='Well maybe someday we&apos;ll meet again'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7638838558928078516</id><published>2007-07-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:24.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3tVvbsDnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SQaDlOTTl8U/s1600-h/Picture+015+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092987711391534706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3tVvbsDnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SQaDlOTTl8U/s320/Picture+015+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3jRfbsDkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/I5qRaJGJQdE/s1600-h/min+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092976643260812866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3jRfbsDkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/I5qRaJGJQdE/s320/min+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3jSvbsDlI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YhTBbiJwAh4/s1600-h/P7308517+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092976664735649362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3jSvbsDlI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YhTBbiJwAh4/s320/P7308517+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3jS_bsDmI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2nuv5iYHmnw/s1600-h/Picture+036+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092976669030616674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3jS_bsDmI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2nuv5iYHmnw/s320/Picture+036+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huan Huan Ai's episode 9 ain't uploaded yet, saaaad! I think I need a new camera. Kay never mind, since I just got a new oven. Sigh. POM presentation was alright today, everyone was in formal, but there wasn't much difference actually. Excel was even more so. JieSheng kept irritating me and imitating my voice because apparently, I sound like a wailing ghost. Can't blame me, I'm just starting to get my voice back okay! Kept coughing today, damn bad. Kay I'm very tired. Still gotta go rush econs! Bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7638838558928078516?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7638838558928078516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7638838558928078516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7638838558928078516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7638838558928078516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/huan-huan-ais-episode-9-aint-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rq3tVvbsDnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SQaDlOTTl8U/s72-c/Picture+015+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6152529727194466761</id><published>2007-07-29T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it happens it happens and I'll feel the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNyfbsDjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AV59WvmBjZw/s1600-h/DSC04097+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092530808475618866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNyfbsDjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AV59WvmBjZw/s320/DSC04097+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNCPbsDgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Td6gpM4v_-0/s1600-h/DSC04100+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092529979546930690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNCPbsDgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Td6gpM4v_-0/s320/DSC04100+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNCvbsDhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9hkwINl5Z8U/s1600-h/DSC04093+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092529988136865298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNCvbsDhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9hkwINl5Z8U/s320/DSC04093+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNDPbsDiI/AAAAAAAAAug/wyMd8YfZuUw/s1600-h/DSC04105+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092529996726799906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNDPbsDiI/AAAAAAAAAug/wyMd8YfZuUw/s320/DSC04105+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello. I'm voiceless now, can't talk at all, been to the doc, said she'll help me get my voice back for presentation tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was rad even though I spent an excessive amount of money on a a formal blouse which I don't even like. Sigh, but at least I got a dinner treat from min instead :D Didn't manage to catch Slathe's performance at Cineleisure, but oh wells, at least I got to see so many PHS people whom I haven't seen for so long a time already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went over to min's house for mahjong stayover again in the end, but I couldn't go cos I think if I did, it'd have pretty much killed me by now. I'm already so heaty! But nevermind, they're forever having mahjong stayovers, so missing a few doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just got us a new oven. It's much smaller than our present one, but we thought it'd be a total waste of 600 bucks if our old oven was dug out and a new big oven installed as the father had wanted it to be done in the first place. So now we get two ovens, and the store guy's gonna help us find the instruction manual for our old oven. So I guess, it might still be rather usable after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okays. I still have quite a lot of stuffs to do. Article analysis for economics and some practicing for Excel test tomorrow, especially. I'm feeling quite woobly from all the medicine actually, and I could have taken MC for tomorrow! Damn the presentation ): It's costing me quite a lot. Sigh. Hello AnetChean and everyone else, I miss you! [: Can't wait for 080807. I'll have people to take nice pictures with me then [: Kay byeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6152529727194466761?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6152529727194466761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6152529727194466761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6152529727194466761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6152529727194466761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-it-happens-it-happens-and-ill-feel.html' title='If it happens it happens and I&apos;ll feel the same'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqxNyfbsDjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/AV59WvmBjZw/s72-c/DSC04097+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6975914922701005410</id><published>2007-07-27T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:26.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me heartache, what's it gonna take</title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is hurting like fuck, plus all the talking today, my voice's hoarse now. I think there's an ulcer. Ugh. I was almost late today, thanks to the cough medicine which made me konky wonky and the stupid bus driver, who shld really go screw himself cos he didn't allow anyone to board even the bus still had space &gt;:( 969 has got very bad bus drivers, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, another project done and handed in! Formal presentation on Monday and it'll all be finished for POM, and Tuesday for Microeconomics. Too bad there's still Marketing F though ): Exams are in less than a month! Horror of horrors. Can't help, but worry for my CSA, POM, marketing, and quite a bit for econs too. I really really want to do well for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chuanlian's sooooo funny! Apparently, she has been wondering for 2 years if my name's Eve Lim, or Evelyn Lim! LOL! I'll give her a heart cos she wants it! :D I want to take peeeeeeektures!!! Eheh. Kay, I shall go and play with my neohahapet now to destress fwahah. Can't wait for Huan Huan Ai on Monday! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqnyuvbsDeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Z0hygzr6bYA/s1600-h/DSC04065+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091867738539560418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqnyuvbsDeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Z0hygzr6bYA/s320/DSC04065+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;one-to-one service, anyone? HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091867725654658514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rqnyt_bsDdI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SoYFPdI7dHo/s320/DSC04064+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Pose emo seh!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqnywvbsDfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mPV8sDJBN50/s1600-h/DSC04068+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091867772899298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqnywvbsDfI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mPV8sDJBN50/s320/DSC04068+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;xD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6975914922701005410?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6975914922701005410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6975914922701005410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6975914922701005410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6975914922701005410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/tell-me-heartache-whats-it-gonna-take.html' title='Tell me heartache, what&apos;s it gonna take'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqnyuvbsDeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Z0hygzr6bYA/s72-c/DSC04065+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3628905478717020669</id><published>2007-07-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:39:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38.0 degrees celcius.</title><content type='html'>Drats. I'm down with a fever and a sorethroat ): It's quite a wonder that I managed to survive school. Had to cab home with min even though before that I was still so energetic and talking so loudly when we were doing our project cos everyone was almost dead. 5 members, 3 down sick. Nice, plus deadlines are what, next Monday and Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll recover soon enough, but badminton game at the CC tomorrow obviously's not gonna happen. I need to work out and cut fat. I guess I'll seek solace in the fact that I ate quite very little today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh by the way, Chuanlian's suggesting that we (HIHS grads and PHS grads) go suggest to MissYee that we perform at this year's SingOut as a guest item! Anyone on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3628905478717020669?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3628905478717020669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3628905478717020669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3628905478717020669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3628905478717020669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/380-degrees-celcius.html' title='38.0 degrees celcius.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6443487816382116014</id><published>2007-07-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:41:55.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNgERrLtD8M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fNgERrLtD8M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I'm the only one (I think?) who haven't send the marketing stuffs to Hakim. Like, I don't really know how to type everything from scratch actually. I only know... how to edit, which is what I do for the other projects. Maybe I'll ask LowShimin to help me tomorrow :D :D Eheh. Oh oh oh, and Shaofeng is the best groupmate anyone can ask for [: [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excel mock test was hahaha. I couldn't login to the computers, so I ended up sitting at the grand seat (read: teacher's seat) using Mr Kelvin's account. Fwahahaha. Okay, actually the chair was only a wee bit bigger and that's all. And I just cannot bring myself to call him Mr Lim because... well, Mr Lim is supposed to be my dad. Like, Mr Lim = Father. I've never had a male teacher who's surname is Lim before, so I didn't have the problem in the past. So now, I'll just go Mr~~ if I need the teacher during CSA and pray hard that he knows I'm calling him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I wanna go watch Huan Huan Ai already. Woohooo. It's really nice and cold now. I like :D Anyway anyway, Sum41's recent album is like, omg, awesome. Kay bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6443487816382116014?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6443487816382116014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6443487816382116014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6443487816382116014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6443487816382116014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-realised-im-only-one-i-think-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8093144889827446226</id><published>2007-07-22T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the pleasure, feel the pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqNpKvbsDbI/AAAAAAAAAto/j3yDrXQ7vmQ/s1600-h/DSC03999+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090027637111000498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqNpKvbsDbI/AAAAAAAAAto/j3yDrXQ7vmQ/s400/DSC03999+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was good. Yepp, even though the annoying BabyFaith was around on Saturday for once. Fwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked a butter cake on Saturday after going to the market with my mom and before going for HPT meeting. Turned out better than expected, but the texture's still wrong and I still think there's something wrong with my oven. I shall bake muffins next time. Gotta go get muffin tray. Oh and I saw Sweekoon at NTUC with his family and I think he was so shocked at how young my mom was at first cos he thought my sister was the mother hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping trip with the sister today to catch the last of the GSS and also the end of season sale. Saw the whole big bunch of Two Grace guys, plus Boulder. Surprise, surprise. It's weird to see them at town cos them and shopping equals no link. Had my Venezia rum&amp;raisin and dark chocolate icecream. Super nice mixture, makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the family finally at some Buckaroo BBQ and Grill at some Anderson Road in Sembawang. Ambience was okay, very 'country'. Lawlllxzx. Had some American pork chop with applesauce and I tell you their helpings were so damn big, everyone felt like bursting before even finishing everything. Like, their fish in their fish&amp;amp;chip were as big as... a whole big fish? Something like that. My bro wanted something small, so he ordered fish burger. It turned out even bigger than my pork chop. Their onion rings were served in a very special way and tasted really good though the price was kinda steep for that few pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090020739393523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqNi5PbsDZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bVLWI7qO9ng/s320/DSC04039+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090022779502988706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqNkv_bsDaI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hPD6BjvhJP4/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay my blog's lacking of pictures recently, so I think having pictures of food is better than having none at all. The weather's all nice and cold and rainy now. I love rainy days. It sucks though, to know that tomorrow's gonna be a long long day and there's our Excel mock test. You (I'm talking about Excel actually) sux, you sux, you sux you sux you sux! That was taken from StevenLim's recent vblog about xiaxue. I think StevenLim is the greatest entertainer ever. I think he'll burst one day with that high level of selfconfidence in him :} Think he's kinda... gross actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Shall go readup a bit on MicrosoftExcel before going to bed! May tomorrow be good! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090028766687399362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqNqMfbsDcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/rQVPJLY3oqI/s320/DSC04023+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywNZPURFJNU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywNZPURFJNU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8093144889827446226?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8093144889827446226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8093144889827446226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8093144889827446226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8093144889827446226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/feel-pleasure-feel-pain.html' title='Feel the pleasure, feel the pain'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RqNpKvbsDbI/AAAAAAAAAto/j3yDrXQ7vmQ/s72-c/DSC03999+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-322243722617610614</id><published>2007-07-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:18:22.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's a heart to heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9uOM0voY3I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9uOM0voY3I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QC-FYOYXLrY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QC-FYOYXLrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today's easily the nicest day of this schooling week even though it was supposed to be the most lecture-filled tiring day. Skipped POM lecture to do accounting project, and in the end, we skipped accounting lecture too, cos we were so hooked on playing dai dee and ShaoFeng wanted to recoup his losses from min. It felt kinda weird though, how no one stopped us from gambling even though staffs were passing by and all. Anyhow, Jiesheng and his friend looked so comical together, couldn't stop laughing at them. Had make-up economics lecture after that, so couldn't meet Joshua AGAIN in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, no more dilemma for me on whether to go for the HPT meeting tomorrow evening or for dinner date with the family cos my dad has got something on, so I get to go for HPT [: It's so seldom that the father's bringing us to some nice special place to eat, I'm quite looking forward to it, whenever it may be [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, am choosing a nice pattern to set as my Friendster background. Quite sick of what I have currently, but hotpink is still the sexz! Green and maybe orange too. I think I'll change my blogskin after all the deadlines. Bye bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-322243722617610614?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/322243722617610614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=322243722617610614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/322243722617610614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/322243722617610614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-heres-heart-to-heart.html' title='So here&apos;s a heart to heart'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5366156539909684443</id><published>2007-07-19T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back into love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rp4pK7F0WzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hHk5oY9WzpA/s1600-h/us+in+amk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088549896612764466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rp4pK7F0WzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hHk5oY9WzpA/s400/us+in+amk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes on the tv, they show asylums and you can see people in there banging their heads on the wall repeatedly with a dazed look... Well, I feel like doing that sometimes, recently hurhurhur. I'm just quite frustrated with my life lately. I ain't the only one complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be finishing up most of our projects next week. Met up today at BuddyHoagies to do POM. Kinda weird to be at the lao di fang with a new bunch of people, but well, things change. I really miss the good old days of mugging at that cafe, playing basketball weekly, meeting up with the 2904 girls during recess and after school, folding up skirts till they're really short, using shoelaces to tie our blouses instead of tucking them in, lunch behind school before choir practices, hanging out in the classroom or window shopping at CWP or J8 after school, yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish good things last, remain the same forever. It's impossible, but at least try to keep things up, yes? I think I'm always blogging about the same matters, but these are the matters which bug me all the time. I guess I'm really too dependent on friends. Time to be independent eh. I'm still praying hard I'll still be in the same class as Lowshimin next year though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my blog song [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5366156539909684443?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5366156539909684443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5366156539909684443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5366156539909684443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5366156539909684443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way back into love'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rp4pK7F0WzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hHk5oY9WzpA/s72-c/us+in+amk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7520305528947775641</id><published>2007-07-17T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:53:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to love to know it's real</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqOmPuSKQFU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqOmPuSKQFU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. This song's quite long ago, but it's super nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours of Microecons for today and two hours of Accounts plus project after that for tomorrow, and yayness, it will be Thursday again. Some mothaafucker of a student went to complain that classes end wayyyy too early (e.g. our econs class always ends an hour early), like what the hell? So now the tutors have to keep us back till earliest, 10 minutes before the actual time the lesson was supposed to end. Hmm. Ohh and I almost forgot, my mom got me a Winnie the Pooh beach towel. Woohoo. I wanna get to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to self to not worry or think anymore before sleep makes a big difference. Quite [: I give up waiting and hoping. Whatever's fated to happen will happen. School's boring, life's mundane, actually I'm kinda blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Okay. My life is so boring bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7520305528947775641?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7520305528947775641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7520305528947775641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7520305528947775641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7520305528947775641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-want-to-love-to-know-its-real.html' title='You want to love to know it&apos;s real'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7265152797906171765</id><published>2007-07-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:27.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems so much is left unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpuBH7F0WyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/UdY50-pGXG4/s1600-h/Not__a_funny_game____by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpuBH7F0WyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/UdY50-pGXG4/s400/Not__a_funny_game____by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087802177166269218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it takes only the littlest things to make me happy. But then again, sometimes, I make myself feel so unhappy with the littlest things too. It's getting quite hard to show my emotions already. I don't even know what I'm supposed to feel. If I were to feel happy, then why am I worried instead? I'm supposed to not read too much into things, to not get myself too involved again, but yet I seem to be doing otherwise with all that constant thinking and worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw, nada. All that shitzx has to stop. I can't be bothered. Yepp, that's how it should be. No, nothing happened. It's just me, myself. And there's no other emotions, just smile, be happy. That's how I've always been. Happy. I think I'm pmsing. Hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excel mock test next week, what the fuck ): Me and Yiyang were playing Tetris and comepeting with each other during CSA lesson while the teacher was teaching Excel lesson threeeeeeee. Yepp, we were that bored la. Oh, and I don't like my POM teacher. Si bei guai lan I tell you. She was alright at first one lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainie's new album's gonna be out next month, soon :D :D We all have to wait for good things to happen, don't we? I'm sick of the songs in my phone, gotta find and upload nice new songs. I just realised I haven't do my homework. I need new pictures. Right byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7265152797906171765?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7265152797906171765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7265152797906171765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7265152797906171765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7265152797906171765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-seems-so-much-is-left-unsaid.html' title='It seems so much is left unsaid'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpuBH7F0WyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/UdY50-pGXG4/s72-c/Not__a_funny_game____by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7236505768000748610</id><published>2007-07-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you'll trust me, love me, let me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpoV97F0WxI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TKppvXehdhc/s1600-h/DSC03900+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpoV97F0WxI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TKppvXehdhc/s400/DSC03900+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087402882646694674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired today. Energy felt drained away, kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet up with the whole lot of guys yesterday. Unplanned goodness even though I didn't get to play basketball at all, it was my main purpose of going down to the court to join the guys actually. Saw XiangYi the ahgong! :D The whole bunch of us (me, Yuxuan, Victor, Xiuanpin, Jake, Yusong, Kelvin) went up to min house in the end for mahjong. There was only one table for four people, so I played PS games with Xiuanpin instead while poopoohead and Jake played with their PSPs. Ordered KFC dinner, super fattening, but its the best for gatherings like that :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yuxuan, Victor, min and ahmah at Dhoby Ghaut today for HarryPotter. Coincidentally, we were all wearing black&amp;white tops with denim bottoms :D The movie wasn't as good as expected. Was kinda... boring. May have to watch again with ZGX though. Surprise surprise. Had Kobayashi for dinner, like, finally. Had been craving for it since dunno how many months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Life's super duper sian half nowadays. Exams are coming! Okay, not exactly, but still, it's nearing. Hate hate hate having to study &gt;:( Feels like eating icecream. I feel emo today. Rwars. And uh, yea. I finally am gonna change my spastically cute (in my opinions) 'yo' picture of my lil cuzzie to my own picture. I know some people can't stand that picture. Fwahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7236505768000748610?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7236505768000748610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7236505768000748610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7236505768000748610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7236505768000748610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-youll-trust-me-love-me-let-me.html' title='If you&apos;ll trust me, love me, let me'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpoV97F0WxI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TKppvXehdhc/s72-c/DSC03900+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3444434553264600670</id><published>2007-07-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:27.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull these words off from my lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpdyDrF0WwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PBiYOUtdxoE/s1600-h/P7138524+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086659711570565890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpdyDrF0WwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PBiYOUtdxoE/s400/P7138524+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Stars are never out of reach for you &lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand and touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just dream &lt;br /&gt;(Just dream...)&lt;br /&gt;Just dream&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being the really nice daughter, bought the above (picture!) for the mother :D Very pretty, aye. Min got one for her mom too. We got it from Takashimaya, where there's some food fest thing going on at Taka Square. The place invokes quite a bit of memory actually, but whatever. Thou shalt not dwell on the (characters of the) past already. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright. Yiyang's forever freaking me out and making me worried about undone school work. Shaofeng was half dead today. He looked like some alien with his swollen eyes. I really do think that the guy in the Hoyu hairdye advertisment looks like him, warped or not. Lawllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied min to her dentist cos I had nothing better to do and I didn't really want to go out with anyone else. I needa get to the dentist too. I've got a hole in my tooth at the back ): I hate going to the dentists because it = PAIN = @#$%^&amp;*(! I'd so much like to get a tattoo on the back of my left hand/wrist, but hwshfbkwdknnb I've got a fucking low threshold for pain, therefore, probability that I'll get my tattoo is 0.01%. At least, there's still 0.01% okay fwahaha. My parents will prolly chop off my hand if I get one though. Oh, and probabilty that I'll go to the dentist soon is higher. Around 2%. Heeheeheeho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to watch Meteor Garden and F4 :D So gay so gay. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Supposedly uncensored version. JJ's Killa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_sKxO3PQTg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_sKxO3PQTg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3444434553264600670?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3444434553264600670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3444434553264600670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3444434553264600670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3444434553264600670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/pull-these-words-off-from-my-lips.html' title='Pull these words off from my lips'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpdyDrF0WwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PBiYOUtdxoE/s72-c/P7138524+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7515196488293554982</id><published>2007-07-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:27.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmooo and Faith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/-iisolatedd/9164369e.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpYrarF0WuI/AAAAAAAAAso/G-iXCoxmeYY/s1600-h/P7128508+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086300566405274338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpYrarF0WuI/AAAAAAAAAso/G-iXCoxmeYY/s400/P7128508+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A for apple, B for ball, C for cat, D for dog, E for Elmo, F for Faith. Both are so cute, but truth is, I'm sick of that red bushy monster, especially his Elmo song. And I think I'm my own visitor no. 8888. Nice. May I 8 tomorrow then. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7515196488293554982?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7515196488293554982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7515196488293554982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7515196488293554982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7515196488293554982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/elmooo-and-faith.html' title='Elmooo and Faith!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpYrarF0WuI/AAAAAAAAAso/G-iXCoxmeYY/s72-c/P7128508+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6652176956773030229</id><published>2007-07-12T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:57:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRUNK II! - SUMMER LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Youth Empire and Sentosa are proud&lt;br /&gt;to present:&lt;br /&gt;KRUNK II! - SUMMER LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 August 2007, Wednesday @ SILOSO BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 PM – ALL NIGHT LONG ’TIL 6 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress code: Flesh Parade Fabulousss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-sale $25, inclusive of 1st drink + entry &amp;amp; transport into Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;Door sale $30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log onto &lt;a href="http://www.youthempire.com/"&gt;http://www.youthempire.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or email info@youthempire.com for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contact &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://supergirlsaves.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lydia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for tickets! [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyone wants to go? Advertising for Lydia hahaha. Think it's the one which Kailing told us to go previously. Anyhow, APEL is a pain in the ass and I'm done with this pain I think :D Harry Potter on Sunday, tickets booked [: Thinking if I should go play pool with Sweekoon tomorrow. Gotta go do my stuffs. Bye bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6652176956773030229?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6652176956773030229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6652176956773030229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6652176956773030229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6652176956773030229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/krunk-ii-summer-love.html' title='KRUNK II! - SUMMER LOVE'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2618516721625579072</id><published>2007-07-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:28.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I'm getting tired of believing&lt;br /&gt;Even sicker of pretending&lt;br /&gt;That it's not so bad, just wait it out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.psicologi-psicoterapeuti.it/test/testpersonalita.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introspective Sensitive Reflective &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to grips more frequently and thoroughly with yourself and your environment than do most people. &lt;strong&gt;You detest superficiality; you'd rather be alone than have to suffer through small talk.&lt;/strong&gt; But your relationships with your friends are very strong, which gives you the inner tranquility and harmony that you require.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active, outgoing, and restless. Feels frustrated by the slowness with which events develop along the desired lines. This leads to irritability, changeability, and lack of persistence when pursuing a given objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Stress Sources &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeks independence and freedom from any restriction and therefore avoids obligations or anything which might prove hampering. She is being subjected to considerable pressure and wants to escape from it so that she can obtain what she needs, but tends to lack the necessary strength of purpose to succeed in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ain't my day. Was made to wait for an hour for the bloody 969, and my new pair of shorts got ruined by the eyeliner which dropped out of my bag and got itself uncapped when I was cluelessly sitting on it. Ugh. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:( Bitch bitch bitch. Life's such a motherfucking bitch. But then again, I know I've got no right to say that cos as compared to others, my life's great. But I ain't human if I don't complain right right right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the do-personality-tests kinda mood now. They're really fun anyway, and some are quite true. Oh, and I ain't in a good mood now and am blasting rock songs in my ears again. Rwar. I want to watch HarryPotter! My back's hurting rather bad again. All thanks to the bloody school sofa. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085928781716700082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpTZR9Mou7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/g4MT5kdwUhU/s400/P7068480+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2618516721625579072?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2618516721625579072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2618516721625579072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2618516721625579072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2618516721625579072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-here-i-go-with-all-my-thoughts-ive.html' title='So here I go with all my thoughts I&apos;ve been saving'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpTZR9Mou7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/g4MT5kdwUhU/s72-c/P7068480+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7866763586989722529</id><published>2007-07-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:28.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELL ME CANDY, SELL ME LOVE</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Let me show you all a hot picture which min sent me a couple of days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085552057250266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpOCptMou5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fBs11QxQHOU/s320/P7061219+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Teehees. She's even hotter now, though, especially the hair (Picture ripped from Friendster!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085551902631443330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpOCgtMou4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/-lM21WEzrDw/s400/888201162l%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So purpose of the pictures: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;TO MY BESTEST, NICEST, HOTTEST BAOBEII EVER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ANET CHEAN!&lt;/span&gt; :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted my FNN and POA files from my thumbdrive to make way for current school stuffs. FYI, they're the last of my works during secondary school. Kinda. Unless you count my art pieces done during the lower secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today's an unlucky day, and I'm feeling rather high for an unlucky day hahaha. Life's boring again, I've got nothing new to blog about actually. Oh, I finally saw my cousin in school after 1 term. We're in the same course, just that she's in Year 3 and I'm just in Year 1. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be meeting up with the guys for HarryPotter either on Sunday or some day next week! It was supposed to be on Sat, but was changed to Fri because Victor has some basketball match thing on, and then it was changed to Sunday cos Yuxuan's having some exam on Friday. And I just remembered I might be having a dinner date with the family on Sunday night =/ Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think crunchyroll's the sexz. Really, but then again, it distracts me from work. APEL's due on Fri and I haven't started on it yet! Congratulations to me! Shitass, I'm super proned to hiccups nowadays. Pttf. Kay bye y'all! I gotta go edit the POM stuffs already. Sad life ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085559534788328354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpOJc9Mou6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/GDRzaMfbvZ8/s320/P7062138+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7866763586989722529?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7866763586989722529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7866763586989722529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7866763586989722529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7866763586989722529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/sell-me-candy-sell-me-love.html' title='SELL ME CANDY, SELL ME LOVE'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpOCptMou5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fBs11QxQHOU/s72-c/P7061219+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8293397973360542854</id><published>2007-07-08T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:32.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's to your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786797157333778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDKptMouxI/AAAAAAAAArQ/FWlUi1bzcjY/s400/without+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084787905258896162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDLqNMouyI/AAAAAAAAArY/DLqO16addjQ/s320/P7068353+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDLrdMou0I/AAAAAAAAAro/9GQ5txDDuFI/s1600-h/P7068422+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084787926733732674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDLrdMou0I/AAAAAAAAAro/9GQ5txDDuFI/s320/P7068422+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786182977010418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDKF9MouvI/AAAAAAAAArA/ONezTLZJOcQ/s400/jolene!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084789030540327762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDMrtMou1I/AAAAAAAAArw/l-ZgkHs_Knk/s320/P7068365+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084787913848830770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDLqtMouzI/AAAAAAAAArg/ZTVCR7uXfRY/s320/P7068393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786792862366466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDKpdMouwI/AAAAAAAAArI/zQaUuhI2H20/s400/P7068371+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786165797141202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDKE9MoutI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SUYLvCJa7qY/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDJLdMourI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aR-A-5pFYqg/s1600-h/P7078494+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084785177954663090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDJLdMourI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aR-A-5pFYqg/s320/P7078494+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDIuNMoupI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/niX6CIY3pME/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084784675443489426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDIuNMoupI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/niX6CIY3pME/s320/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786170092108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDKFNMouuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9JjvCGRbCbQ/s400/P7068409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDIvtMouqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ddlhhwG8fwg/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084784701213293218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDIvtMouqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ddlhhwG8fwg/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084785195134532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDJMdMousI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rDBgCWkYgVk/s320/P7068458+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084790246016072546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDNydMou2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/IYEwJcWXTbc/s400/DSC03850+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Baby Rachelle![:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the pictures from me on Hello if you want! Hello Hello! And I managed to 'open' Cheyenne's eyes on the first picture! Teehees. My right eye has been twitching from morning till now, anyone knows what it means? It's damn irritating. Was so damn tired yesterday, my eyes kept wanting to close. There was the sharp pain, especially in my right eye. The twitch now's prolly caused by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I love the 2904 girls much. And it seems kinda long since we last met up with Victor and Yuxuan, and most of all KelvinTan the poopoohead. Dunno, it feels very long even though I think the last meetup was like, just 2 weeks ago or something? Whatever it is, there should be like, a TwoGrace'o4 chalet soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Gotta go eat my dinner and then do my APEL which I haven't touched at all even though I was supposed to have started on it already. I spent the whole of today watching 5 episodes of Meteor Garden. Yes yes, I'm rewatching the F4 show again. I like what! Cannot ah. Teeheehees. Anyway, I think ClickFive's old singer is better than the new one. Rwars. Kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8293397973360542854?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8293397973360542854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8293397973360542854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8293397973360542854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8293397973360542854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-heres-to-your-heart.html' title='So here&apos;s to your heart.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RpDKptMouxI/AAAAAAAAArQ/FWlUi1bzcjY/s72-c/without+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4121325738218258620</id><published>2007-07-07T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:32.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3, 2904!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ro8T89MouoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Lt-r2VBqkoU/s1600-h/P7068458+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084304442265221762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ro8T89MouoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Lt-r2VBqkoU/s320/P7068458+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome, except for the absence of ahmah &amp; JY. Dinner at Sizzler's was super filling, sat there till the closing of the salad bar. They had the really cool icecream machine there to make our own icecream. Fwahah. I bet we were the nosiest bunch there, but then again, we always are, when we're all together :D Went to the Esplanade after Kailing and fishy left for Brenda's birthday celebration and Phebe for home. Sat outside, didn't really do anything. Took the last train home after that, saw JY (the sheet!) at Khatib MRT station :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures shall be uploaded tomorrow. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4121325738218258620?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4121325738218258620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4121325738218258620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4121325738218258620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4121325738218258620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-2904.html' title='&lt;3, 2904!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ro8T89MouoI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Lt-r2VBqkoU/s72-c/P7068458+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8670105411489656973</id><published>2007-07-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:32.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Roxui9MoumI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AGJcWSggJ20/s1600-h/DSC03821+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083559626216618594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Roxui9MoumI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AGJcWSggJ20/s400/DSC03821+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoxujdMounI/AAAAAAAAAqA/P4QkO2FVRS8/s1600-h/DSC03807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083559634806553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoxujdMounI/AAAAAAAAAqA/P4QkO2FVRS8/s400/DSC03807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So let's make it rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday again! It sucks though, to not be able to sleep later than 10am. Blame the body clock. By the way, Yiyang didn't go to school yesterday. Reason - He was too sad. Everyone was saying he broke up with ShaoFeng that's why. Damn hilarious. My POM's fuckedup. Got 26.5/40, which is like, B or C+? Rwars. &gt;:( On a brighter note, at least I didn't fail a single subject. No confidence for coming exams though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, someone screwed Kailing up quite badly and she's getting everyone down to find that girl. Don't ever mess with her (or her friends, as in this case), she'll screw you back a hundred thousand times worse. Woohoo, exciting. Hurhur. But that girl was... ugh. Read the blog. Dunno the full story though, as in what she really did to Mel and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene's birthday celebration is at Suntec's Sizzler (LowShimin! Pronounce! HAHA {:) tomorrow night. Am gonna skip Accounts lecture. Can't wait to see everyone [: Wanna go shopping on Sat or something, afterwhich I've got my new cuzzie's one month old celebration at night. So doubt I'll get to come online for the next two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my fatness. Life's fine for now, except for the fact that I'm fat and that I needa finish all my APEL journal shitzx which I haven't done at all and which is due really soon. I'm fair like a duck like ahmao always say and I want to go tanning soon! Not that I'll get any much tanner though. Pttf. I miss certain people, and I want my NV10 ): Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bf1R2oZohn4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bf1R2oZohn4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8670105411489656973?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8670105411489656973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8670105411489656973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8670105411489656973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8670105411489656973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-walk-away-i-count-steps-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Roxui9MoumI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AGJcWSggJ20/s72-c/DSC03821+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1489931904564473672</id><published>2007-07-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:32.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's drowning under her burning halos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ropkc9MoulI/AAAAAAAAApw/-oLXVjyYsjM/s1600-h/Hey_Mister____by_frixin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082985578067704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ropkc9MoulI/AAAAAAAAApw/-oLXVjyYsjM/s320/Hey_Mister____by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can let go &lt;br /&gt;Don't hold on to all of life's hardest parts&lt;br /&gt;When we think of stopping &lt;br /&gt;Let's keep on rocking &lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic talked about in APEL today was fucking crap. Like, who won't ever regret? Making a big deal out of what, forging signatures, copying during tests, blah? And whoever said prefects have to follow rules all the time? Well, even though they are supposed to. Hurhur. Ain't no dummy, shouldn't be fully controlled by rules and all that shitzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3As, 1B for now. Exhilarating, even though that B is really annoying. Have clean forgotten how it's like to get fantastic results. No matter how good the results are, it's only for tests. They make up even less than 20% of the total. Less than 20%! And the whole studying thing for these less than 20% tests almost murdered me. WTF. Have to keep up the result for the major exams, but it's gonna be fucking hard, and school's sucha drag I feel like sleeping everyday &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being the bad student's so much more enjoyable. Get the thrill from talking back to teachers, from getting bad grades, from looking like you don't care, from opposing adults... At least, there wasn't any need to compete, to keep up/improve, to meet expectations, and most of all, to study. Ugh. I'm too competitive sometimes, and it gets kinda bad &gt;:( Hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, did project after school today, went over to Bugis then to Cityhall to get prezzies. Min and me has super walking speed :D :D Waste no time at all. Can't wait for Fri, gonna see everybody again. I see LowShimin everyday and it's rad. At least there's someone who's close whom I can see and talk to everyday. Otherwise I'll just die I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a pain in the ass. I'm tired, and I'm hot. Stupid weather. Yea, I'm hot. Fwahahahahaha. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1489931904564473672?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1489931904564473672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1489931904564473672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1489931904564473672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1489931904564473672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-drowning-under-her-burning-halos.html' title='She&apos;s drowning under her burning halos'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Ropkc9MoulI/AAAAAAAAApw/-oLXVjyYsjM/s72-c/Hey_Mister____by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-74523120693725968</id><published>2007-07-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:33.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move your little self on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RokBa9MoukI/AAAAAAAAApo/llKfjiKCY-A/s1600-h/P6308276+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082595217080105538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RokBa9MoukI/AAAAAAAAApo/llKfjiKCY-A/s400/P6308276+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When someone sees the same people everyday, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. &lt;strong&gt;Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people&lt;br /&gt;should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extracted from 'The Alcehmist'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mFVbpd34Wp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mFVbpd34Wp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished Huan Huan Ai episode 5! Can't wait for 6 next week! &lt;br /&gt;Got a surprising 37/50 for CSA.  I thought I'd flunk actually. Hmm that sounds rather hypocritic since 37 is kinda far from failing, but really. Will be getting back results this week! Gotta go finish up Econs now, am skipping CSA lecture tomorrow morning.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's rather @#$%^&amp;*! to know that it ain't me anymore, that I'm replaced? Kinda. But then again, all good things come to an end. No end = no beginning. Don't see no point in trying to keep up with you, your life anymore. Afterall, I always knew this will come, didn't I? Everything stopped half a year ago, no point picking it up anymore. At least I don't feel sad, I just think it's a pity, to have a friendship and then to have it disappear as quickly as it formed. Maybe I should just get pass my laziness, my no-ball-ness (fwahah!), and ask to meet up or something... But I don't see the point, just as I've always not seen the point to take initiative to call when you didn't in the past. There's no point, anyone sees what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've written what I thought about it all. No more idiotpig, no more all that moronic shitzx that used to cheer me up. No more hoping it's you when my phone rings in the middle of the night. What's funny is, nothing happened at all. Just saw something that stirred feelings in me, made me think. I guess that's how girls are. It was good while the friendship lasted. You were a good friend, a great comfort, and many many thanks for all that. Too bad you won't ever read this :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lack of sleep, lack of moolahhhhh &gt;:( Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will move my little self on&lt;br /&gt;It won’t be very much longer&lt;br /&gt;One day soon he will find me&lt;br /&gt;I know this because I believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-74523120693725968?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/74523120693725968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=74523120693725968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/74523120693725968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/74523120693725968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/move-your-little-self-on.html' title='Move your little self on!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RokBa9MoukI/AAAAAAAAApo/llKfjiKCY-A/s72-c/P6308276+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5258558894546394809</id><published>2007-07-01T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:35:25.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by min to do this!</title><content type='html'>Please read the rules first :&lt;br /&gt;Each player of the game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves .&lt;br /&gt;People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly .&lt;br /&gt;In the end , you'll need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to think that rice dumplings were the most repulsive food ever.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love reading dictionaries, thesaurus, encyclopedias.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't find my stuffs if everything's neat and in their places.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've got a thing for dimples :D&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't stand my fingernails being too short.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't stand my toenails being too long hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next 6 person i am gg to tag are :&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to list. Just anyone who sees this and wants to do it [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqIN0w-HdXs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqIN0w-HdXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5258558894546394809?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5258558894546394809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5258558894546394809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5258558894546394809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5258558894546394809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-by-min-to-do-this.html' title='Tagged by min to do this!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5854419810324287804</id><published>2007-06-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HPT HPT HPT!</title><content type='html'>MORE PHOTOS HERE. {&lt;a href="http://www.unheardscreams.shutterfly.com/"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if my blog lags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoZoLNMouhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/to2QYSNZ7Lg/s1600-h/P6308298+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081863771264694802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoZimdMouVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/diXHoD7gqR8/s320/P6308351+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081860696068110786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoZlYNMoucI/AAAAAAAAAoo/My96l8kARO0/s320/P6308297+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081861323133336034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoZl8tMoueI/AAAAAAAAAo4/AaRj9QeRJmY/s320/DSC03761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the HPT's KAH selection camp thing today. Was part of the advance party in the morning, so I was at AngMoKio park most of the time with Jack, Charmaine and Brenda. We were doing the chicken dance and taking it down on video cos we didn't really had much to do. LOL. Overall, it was super fun. Imagine, the secthrees went up and down the long staircases 32 times when playing the 100 seconds no NG game. Anyhow, I'm guilty of not knowning most of the Batch 8 people because I haven't really been to any of the HPT activities this year actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up's training camp in October I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with Anet to help the sister get her stuff, but it was sold out. Had the urge to shop, but was uber tired, so we headed over to Shimin's house instead for a watermelon meal and to watch the telly :D By the way, this world's lacking of eyecandies. Serious shortage. Pttf. Had dinner together. Home. My hair's getting redder and redder. Like, it supposed to be black... I mean, purple. Really dark purple. Whatever, I don't really care about hair colours now. Shall only worry about it during the next hol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go shopping tomorrow or something actually, but I think I'll stay at home and finish up my homework instead. Next week's filled with projects to do. I'm gonna try to keep up with the schoolworks, hit the targets. That'll be two months of hell. Time flies, and it will continue flying. Fwahah. May these two coming months pass fast fast fast [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1r_fS4yjPyc"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1r_fS4yjPyc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="250"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWEX_foPsX8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWEX_foPsX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="250"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5854419810324287804?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5854419810324287804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5854419810324287804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5854419810324287804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5854419810324287804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-photos-here.html' title='HPT HPT HPT!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoZoLNMouhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/to2QYSNZ7Lg/s72-c/P6308298+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6261191244980870961</id><published>2007-06-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose myself in no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUKfdMouPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q4__rS6_dE4/s1600-h/DSC03738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479290087323890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUKfdMouPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q4__rS6_dE4/s400/DSC03738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I overate today ): Lunch at prata house with the classmates, was rad but super fattening. Heh. Accounting was spent playing stupid games. kBox kBox! Fwahah. CWP after school, met up with ahmah, Fiona and Phebe, had dinner together. HPT tomorrow morning! Anyhow, Huan huan ai part 1's VCD is like, ouuuuuut! But it's impossible for me to get it. Can't wait for the next episode ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm really tired today. Byeeeeee. I'll leave the replying of tagboard to tomorrow night or something if there's any new tags because once again, I can't see it. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUKftMouQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/LqUdePLGD74/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479294382291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUKftMouQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/LqUdePLGD74/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479663749478690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUK1NMouSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AJSHYFv-0HM/s320/DSC03710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479663749478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUK1NMouRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4GORzghL3R0/s320/DSC03719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6261191244980870961?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6261191244980870961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6261191244980870961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6261191244980870961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6261191244980870961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/lose-myself-in-no-tomorrow.html' title='Lose myself in no tomorrow'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoUKfdMouPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Q4__rS6_dE4/s72-c/DSC03738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-923338916512111930</id><published>2007-06-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:57:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside</title><content type='html'>EDITED/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck la. Like, there's no tickets for us tomorrow and no one told us about it? If Phebe didn't ask, we'd have stupidly gone to the Spore Indoor Stadium after school tomorrow. And now that I'm free to go for the FangDaTong campus concert, I don't have the bloody tickets. Like, why are things always so bloody screwed?! $#%^&amp;*! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that they have enough strength on Sat, don't really see the point of going. Afterall, don't really know what we're supposed to do since we didn't go for the dryrun and I don't really know the secthrees. Plus, it starts at 730am. This week has already been a killer with all the early mornings. Yepp, excuses. I know I know... Had some weird dream last night about HPT cheering and all. Do miss the times in HPT, miss all the cheerings, leading the classes, the camps... but then again, do feel so out of place sometimes. Kind of a lovehate relationship I guess. That's why I always want to go for the stuffs yet don't want to? I'm a very mixed up person, really. I've got a lovehate relationship with almost everything. Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-923338916512111930?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/923338916512111930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=923338916512111930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/923338916512111930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/923338916512111930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sorry-if-i-hide-im-too-afraid-to.html' title='I&apos;m sorry if I hide, I&apos;m too afraid to look inside'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1112573639111613789</id><published>2007-06-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:38.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080731961482852578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoJizNMouOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mcXNCmA4MP0/s320/DSC03701+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoJiy9MouNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bZ51_oOhrxE/s1600-h/DSC03700+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080731957187885266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoJiy9MouNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bZ51_oOhrxE/s320/DSC03700+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no class tomorrow, time to sleep my ass off! Feels like going for a poolside tan, but LowShimin says she's too tanned already ): Maybe I should like, really try going the white way instead since I don't seem to turn darker already. Oh by the way, I got 45.5/50 for Retail Accounting :D Even though the paper was kinda easy, especially since I've taken POA before, I'm very very happy with the marks. It's been decades, no, make that centuries, since I've got this kinda marks for any subject. Yea, what the fuck hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH WWL EPISODE 5 NOW NOW NOW! But I have to wait till it shows in Taiwan during the weekends, and then for someone to upload it next week ): I just have to make do with Nodame Cantabile for now though. Ain't too bad actually. Anyhow, playing Mario on Gab's Nintendo was super entertaining. Very exciting and super duper cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm rich, I'm gonna go get one for myself too. If I'm rich, I'm gonna get everything, including front row tickets for Show's concert in October straightaway, no hesitation! :D If if if if if if if if! Rwarrrrrrrahahaha. Madness :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're Only Young Once&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the day I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm living inside with the words you say&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;How you're always bringing me now&lt;br /&gt;So put to rest this breath that I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;These marks just left on the side of his neck&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me now&lt;br /&gt;You're always bringing me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never learn to expect the worst&lt;br /&gt;It always takes just the slightest little turn&lt;br /&gt;To open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And though it seems like we're all you changed&lt;br /&gt;You'll never learn cause you'll always be the same&lt;br /&gt;Predictable inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault you knew that&lt;br /&gt;The way we were&lt;br /&gt;So young and caught up in it&lt;br /&gt;Too far to see how fakes can be&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never learn to expect the worst&lt;br /&gt;[You're Only Young Once Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com]&lt;br /&gt;You're falling short of every line that you've rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;It's opened up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And now you'll see that we've grown to change&lt;br /&gt;A contradiction to the lives that we have made&lt;br /&gt;Still I miss you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault you knew that&lt;br /&gt;The way we were&lt;br /&gt;So young and caught up in it&lt;br /&gt;Too far to see how fakes can be&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and dream of how you want your life to be&lt;br /&gt;A better way, don't run away from all that you can see&lt;br /&gt;Just trust that yours is long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault you knew that&lt;br /&gt;The way we were&lt;br /&gt;So young and caught up in it&lt;br /&gt;Too far to see how fakes can be&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault you knew that&lt;br /&gt;The way we were&lt;br /&gt;We're just so caught up in it&lt;br /&gt;Too far to see how fakes can be&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Nq2VGu37m-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Nq2VGu37m-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1112573639111613789?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1112573639111613789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1112573639111613789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1112573639111613789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1112573639111613789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-i-miss-you-deep-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoJizNMouOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mcXNCmA4MP0/s72-c/DSC03701+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2344748091040572738</id><published>2007-06-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:39.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm living inside with the words you say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoEdz2Vec-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/pGtLaz3ejZU/s1600-h/I_love_school_by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080374631246754786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoEdz2Vec-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/pGtLaz3ejZU/s320/I_love_school_by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's only Tuesday, but I've already got my energy sucked out. Don't know why. Thank goodness school ended wayyyyyy early today thanks to our Econs tutor! :D I was nodding off at CSA lecture and APEL class and it was crap. Wanted to go home and sleep after school actually, but I wanted to check out Pull and Bear's sales, so me and min went down to town by taking bus 23, then 65 :D Met Sihui and Sam at Wisma, had icecream crepes at Cineleisure, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Joshua, but I couldn't cos I couldn't take the train to DG and all (bus concession!). Shall meet him someday soon! And we'll be meeting up with Fatson soon too! [: Shopping makes me happy, but I'm really effing tired. Just finished watching my episode 4, can't wait for 5 :D Shall check out whatever homework there is, look fucking forward to school tomorrow and sleep my ass off. Hell, tomorrow's another long day ): 9am! They should just cancel all morning classes actually ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Yuenchen and K were really sweet. They got me a whole block of Honeycomb chocolate :D Ohwells, even though the Nestle one tasted better, thanks for being so sweet! [:[: Made my day, totally. I think I've got really nice friends. Doesn't matter if I don't have like, a gigantic social circle or whatsoever, cos the love from the ones around me are enough :D At least, I know their 'love you!' ain't said to just anyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080375481650279410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoEelWVec_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/TGRlk3Ss3bU/s320/DSC03694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080378054335689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoEg7GVedAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/G1Lgg0WzV78/s320/DSC03636+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Bestfriend:D and swollen, tired eyes):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2344748091040572738?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2344748091040572738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2344748091040572738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2344748091040572738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2344748091040572738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-living-inside-with-words-you-say.html' title='I&apos;m living inside with the words you say'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RoEdz2Vec-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/pGtLaz3ejZU/s72-c/I_love_school_by_Evelin_Novemberdusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7054224601735462573</id><published>2007-06-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:13:58.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though it seems that everyone will hide behind their skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;To everything in life that has an end&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've made the best of your time with&lt;br /&gt;The ones who matter most, the ones who cared&lt;br /&gt;You're in a world that's hard to just fit in&lt;br /&gt;You're searching for your place amongst your friends&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems that everyone will hide behind their skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/amber_pacific_lyrics_4282/truth_in_sincerity_lyrics_41897/dear______this_has_always_been_about_standing_up_for_yourself_lyrics_492415.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; for the rest of the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nvKwPQGN9E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nvKwPQGN9E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="280" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch Why Why Love episode 4. Somebody upload it fast please please! Luckily for me, the VCD's not out yet, otherwise I think I might just go ahead and buy it home, like what I did for Hana Kimi. Sucha waste of money :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainie's the best :D Ou xiang ou xiang! Fwahah. Watched Spiderlilies on crunchyroll already anyway. Not really great, but still, she acted in it. Teehees. Now I sound like some sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was a long long day. Instead of 2pm, Yiyang texted me at 12am to inform me to reach at 8.30am instead to finish up the CSA project and hand it up &gt;:( So now I'm lacking of sleep, and I still gotta finish up my Microeconomics newspaper article shitzx later. It's half done. I couldn't overcome the temptation of coming online to see if Episode 4 has been uploaded yet. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, and that Fang Da Tong guy is coming to our school for a campus concert! Woohoo! Kinda want to go, but it's on Friday evening and we're supposed to meet the UVPHS people (I think only the grads or something?) at Singapore Indoor Stadium for some Spore Youth Festival thing? Actually I really dunno what is it that we are supposed to attend. It'd better be interesting. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the HPT key appointment holders for batch 2007 selection thing on Sat. Think the mom's wondering why I'm still going back for choir and for HPT stuffs when I've already graduated. Memories! Will continue making them I guess... [: And deadlines are nearing for projects. Kay, life's gonna be busy. Time flies too fast la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Gabriel stalks my blog! He's always repeating stuffs I wrote on my blog. Feels so awkward whenever he mentions this or that la. Stalker! Fwahaha. I bet he stalks everybody's blogs :} :} Kay I'm kidding. Heh. It's 9 already. Amber Pacific's new album is good! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7054224601735462573?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7054224601735462573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7054224601735462573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7054224601735462573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7054224601735462573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/though-it-seems-that-everyone-will-hide.html' title='Though it seems that everyone will hide behind their skin'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3990834088488095464</id><published>2007-06-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5k42Vec7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HgI-JrCqz2E/s1600-h/f4b2c920[1]+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079608357541540786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5k42Vec7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HgI-JrCqz2E/s320/f4b2c920%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5ieWVec1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VJdXh14C9T8/s1600-h/Â°theLoved-0625+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079605703251751762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5ieWVec1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VJdXh14C9T8/s400/%C2%B0theLoved-0625+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079601030327333618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5eOWVecvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/C1CxfAm3LSI/s400/%C2%B0theLoved-0254+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079609727636108226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5mImVec8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ccj9FQ3aHzg/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-1066+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5iO2Vec0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/3YjHCRW1wiQ/s1600-h/Â°theLoved-0010+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079605436963779394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5iO2Vec0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/3YjHCRW1wiQ/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-0010+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079607593037362066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5kMWVec5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Cmo07qfM7dE/s320/!+THE+LOVED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079607588742394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5kMGVec4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/8m51QnNt7BM/s320/cheyenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079608357541540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5k42Vec6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/uxyLE276Lug/s320/P8316848+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079606751223772018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5jbWVec3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/TprLkVoMYs8/s320/PB277233+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079606746928804706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5jbGVec2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/6HEb2E1vOZQ/s320/piggyback+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079602052529550098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5fJ2VecxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/bqhuMFFhIag/s320/P2237693+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079603375379477282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5gW2VecyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/MgE_BOJXVkA/s320/DSC01497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079609731931075538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5mI2Vec9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/j-ttv2S-CEs/s320/eyecandy113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079602048234582786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5fJmVecwI/AAAAAAAAAko/yr7Gfc-KCFg/s320/DSC00082+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got many photos dating wayyyyyy back which I want to upload, but not now, maybe next time. Anyway, fyi, we don't smoke. Just fooling around with jy's fags and trying to show that smoking makes one look retarded hahaha. No offence meant anyhow. I don't really mind people smoking personally, but I believe it burns one's brain out. Too many examples around fwahah. And doncha think we look so happy in the last picture? :D Well, even though the poopoohead was squeezing our heads together at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much memories... Sigh. Let's all go back to the past, shall we? :D Anyway, I'm hoping the parents will come back with a new oven :D :D School starts again tomorrow ): At least it starts at 2pm if I ain't wrong. Kay, I'm off to watch teeveeeeee. Eyecandies! :D Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3990834088488095464?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3990834088488095464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3990834088488095464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3990834088488095464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3990834088488095464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-had-joy-we-had-fun-we-had-seasons-in.html' title='We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn5k42Vec7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/HgI-JrCqz2E/s72-c/f4b2c920%5B1%5D+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6572000647443581791</id><published>2007-06-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:42.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In time you'll fade, into the nothing that you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn0-dmVecuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HPnWDCEFb4s/s1600-h/DSC00262+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079284632971539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn0-dmVecuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HPnWDCEFb4s/s320/DSC00262+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look effing spastic in the picture. LowShimin laaaaa. Hah. I'm happy today. Even poopoohead could tell I'm rather high over MSN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate taking crowded buses. Ugh. Took 851 to Bugis with min. Bus ride was bloody 1 hour long, really uncomfortable and warm. Shopped, afterwhich we met up with Victor, took 851 down to YCK, decided that there were more food choices at Khatib, saw Yuenchen my love!, laopop whom I haven't seen for a bloody long time and I miss him much!, and Yiling [: All at the same place, but at a time difference of a few minutes. Heh. PHS people are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to Khatib, met up with ahmah at the basketball court, bought our dinner and all. Planned to eat at the Bottle Trees Park actually, but no outside food was allowed, so we went over to the reservoir. The place was flooding with insects and what-nots, damn scary I tell you. Saw Jocelyn, who surprisingly, recognised me. Trueblue hi/bye friends. Fwhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Yuxuan and Anet didn't join us in the end, but it was still okay with just the five of us [:[: Chatted quite a bit, talked about all the shitzx that happened last time, until Victor pissed ahmah off. So in the end we left, Victor went home and we went to Mcdonald to continue our chat. Uhhuh. Like, today was really... eventful. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a YZR! He better appear in my life soon. Heh heh. Right, I'm really tired now. Being high burns quite a lot of energy. And I've got yet another broken nail! Rahs. Maybe I'll sleep earlier today, and eat more yoghurt from tomorrow onwards hahaha. I'm really lazy to upload pictures now. So like, bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6572000647443581791?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6572000647443581791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6572000647443581791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6572000647443581791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6572000647443581791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-time-youll-fade-into-nothing-that.html' title='In time you&apos;ll fade, into the nothing that you are'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rn0-dmVecuI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HPnWDCEFb4s/s72-c/DSC00262+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4048277731609266587</id><published>2007-06-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip back the time we've been wasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnvcNWVectI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1Mxl0bgKuFg/s1600-h/DSC03568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078895126682432210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnvcNWVectI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1Mxl0bgKuFg/s320/DSC03568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rnva9GVecsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3DbpZB7brxI/s1600-h/DSC03574+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078893747997930178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rnva9GVecsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3DbpZB7brxI/s320/DSC03574+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear today's the most draining day ever. I could have just sat down and cried my heart out. Things weren't that bad actually, it's just... I don't know. I'm quite overwhelmed by my emotions lately &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the CDS selection in the morning. It seemed like everyone was online waiting for 10am to arrive. I was like, one of them, duh. 10am came, tried to get into the subject selection logging in page, to no avail. Too many people, page was jammed. I only managed to finish my selection at around 11.20am. Damn frustrating I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, rushed, got out of the house, went to school, found Yiyang and Shaofeng, realised they did everything already without telling us, me and min got pissed. Me being the one with the nasty temper, refused to do anything, showed attitude, and in the end, we left when YY and SF went for their 'break'. Texted them, told them what we felt, SF replied quite a few msges at a go speaking up for themselves, I replied him a sms 10pages long, got even more pissed, called him up with min, cleared the air, the misunderstandings, apologies were made, all's fine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunications really kill. Being really angry feels really bad too, gave me a headache, and I felt like smashing things and crying. Yepp, I was that pissed off. Feels kinda embarrassed about my behavior now. Vulgarities were hurled, middle fingers pointed. Shall never do that again. Unruly, obscene behaviour ): Thankfully they ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I get angry, I shall take in a deep breath, count to 10, clear the anger clouding my head, my senses, talk it out. We've all agreed on the last one. Talk everything out. One project's down much thanks to YY and SF, four more projects to go and they shall be done peacefully and harmoniously. May our clique still be a clique. Afterall, we've got SF the peacemaker. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma. Perhaps I complained too much yesterday that I didn't want to do project and that I didn't want today to come, that's why it turned out to be so horrible, but at least everything turned out okay in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yesterday, it was great, awesome, rad. Went to kBox at AMK with min, Yuxuan, Victor and ahmah. Had alfresco dinner after that. Kay it was just eating out in the open at S11. Haha. Bought bubbletea and the cheena woman was really nice. So nice that her smile actually made her glow :D The world should have more of nice people like her, then it'll be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yuxuan got us each a nice HelloKitty handphone accessory from Japan [: And ahmah was complaining to us that he got her a male HelloKitty instead of a female one. Hah. Will most prolly be meeting them again tomorrow [: Btw, I miss AnetChean! Cya soon alright, and I love your new haircut [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy ending to an unhappy beginning. That's how all endings should be like, but I know that's not really possible la. *Shakes head* I wanna take nice photos! [:[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4048277731609266587?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4048277731609266587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4048277731609266587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4048277731609266587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4048277731609266587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/rip-back-time-weve-been-wasting.html' title='Rip back the time we&apos;ve been wasting'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnvcNWVectI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1Mxl0bgKuFg/s72-c/DSC03568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6227143119494774775</id><published>2007-06-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:47:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the water's so deep I hesitate,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DT_BjGvnDh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DT_BjGvnDh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's black now, or rather, blackish red from some angle, blackish purple from another angle. And now that I finally dyed it, I'm glad I did. I must be the only one in this world who takes so long to just decide on whether to dye or not to dye my hair back to black. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, got to see some of the HPT people, got to talk quite a bit with Pinwen. Feels sad for him. Kinda. I think he's one of the very few guys in the world who's willing to give sooooo much in a r/s. Or maybe only I think so cos I'm a... as Phebe called it, RV. Doesn't sound too bad, but it's quite embarrassing actually :} Unrequited love, very very sad. But then again, that's life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I really suck at comforting. Is there like, any course which I can attend to improve on it or something? I'd really like to be better at it. Hurhurhur. I suck at words, I suck at everything ): Rwars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there's like, the sec2 adventure camp, training camp and stuffs coming. I'm hoping that I'll be able to go, at least for parts of the camps, if there's school and all. Ahhh, shall see when the time arrives. It's really difficult to make time for everything, especially for disorganised people like me, but I'm trying my best, really am. For now, it's friends, family, and a lil of school works. Am trying not to neglect anything at all. Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all be patient, cos you have to wait for good things to happen! But then again, we can't just sit and wait huh. Like, so contridicting actually. Fwahah. Gotta cut fat already! I wanna go shop shop shop [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6227143119494774775?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6227143119494774775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6227143119494774775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6227143119494774775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6227143119494774775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/waters-so-deep-i-hesitate.html' title='the water&apos;s so deep I hesitate,'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3837780156436358534</id><published>2007-06-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rnft-2VecrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_LeuCs1ogT8/s1600-h/New_found_Rain_cloud_by_glittersniffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077788768876786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rnft-2VecrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_LeuCs1ogT8/s320/New_found_Rain_cloud_by_glittersniffer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't manage to complete our CSA project today. Made us so tired! Gonna finish up on Friday. And Friday's the CDS selection. Am gonna go with the flow, yo. Prolly choosing Psychology since min, Yiyang, Shaofeng and even Yuenchen's putting that. Most probably la. I'm quite interested in that anyway, I'm just worried that the stuffs we gotta study might kill, like how CSA and POM almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, we ain't even sure if we can get the module we want. Shall see, shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HPT meeting tomorrow evening at AMK. Been so long since I last attended one, so I'm going [: Some of the girls are going swimming in the morning at Yishun Safra, but I'm still thinking if I should go. Like, I don't really like swimming and Yishun Safra don't allow bikini which means I can't go to tan instead, unless I do it in my swimsuit which is like hahaha. Plus swimming's gonna fry my hair very much and I'm thinking of dyeing it tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I kind of can't wait for Thurday. kBox! Teeheehees. Heart the picture above by the way. I really admire those people who have like, a knack for drawing and stuffs. Talented people. Hmm so like, I'll end here. I'm off. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3837780156436358534?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3837780156436358534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3837780156436358534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3837780156436358534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3837780156436358534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-didnt-manage-to-complete-our-csa.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rnft-2VecrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_LeuCs1ogT8/s72-c/New_found_Rain_cloud_by_glittersniffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4201094170311953014</id><published>2007-06-18T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:07:03.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOUN: pl. bim·bos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slang&lt;/em&gt;; A woman regarded as vacuous or as having an exaggerated interest in her sexual appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"you sounded like a bimbo. you're so bimbotic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate anons, I really do. But Anet's right. They make life so interesting, but then again, what's so interesting about flaming each other on a teeny weeny tagboard huh?! And do you really know me that well? What right have you got to label me? Why don't you just say who you are? Afraid of getting talked about huh? Or is it that you want to be talked about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puhlease (kay you're gonna say this word sounds bimbotic too), don't like, misuse the anonymity you're given on the Internet. And uh. I'm not really bothered by you, pathetic piece of crap. You're even less than a strand of my leg hair. Kay that's like, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nopes, as you can see, I'm not gonna stop sounding like a bimbo if you think of it that way. I don't see any wrong in writing this fucking way. And like, read the side column, LEAVE IF YOU DON"T LIKE WHAT YOU SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand me uh, over-doing my trying-to-be-a-bimbo act? Scoot then. Get lost and don't waste the space on my tagboard. Stop being sucha nuisance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4201094170311953014?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4201094170311953014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4201094170311953014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4201094170311953014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4201094170311953014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/bimbo-noun-pl.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-55184053819321479</id><published>2007-06-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:43.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm going down don't worry about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnaPimVecqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0oh-exDLzr8/s1600-h/DSC03503+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077403454475760290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnaPimVecqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0oh-exDLzr8/s320/DSC03503+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really not looking forward to school reopening. Just 6 more days, dreadful. One week's gone, quite a lot of meeting up was done. This week's for project, homework, kBox, and hopefully more of suntanning and shopping. Nopes, I'm not afraid I'll get mutated now. Maybe in future :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of projects reminded me - I haven't send my stuffs to Hakim. Like, I wonder how workaholics can even exist. I guess they really find the joy in their works. Which I don't. Very much. I mean, for most stuffs. Shall do it tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with ahmah again. Afterall, she's one of the good girlfriends, and yupp, treasure the friendship. True friends are so hard to come by. Four years(going to five) of good times and bad shouldn't be wasted, should be continued. Sounds really cliché, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to J8 today with min and ahmah. Lunched at Cafe Cartel. Ate some salad shitzx which consist of 2/3 or even more of lettuce and 1/3 or even less of peach, apples, nuts and potatoes. Felt quite like a goat, but it's really healthy. Hurhur. Went to the library next, before shopping around. Haven't been there for sooo long. Took neoprints again! Sadly the really nice machine was down, like, #$&amp;*()!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a lot of chocolate today. Fat fat fat &gt;:(  Will be doing CSA project tomorrow, anger vented, shall not think about the should-go-suck-balls text already. I love my girlfriends :D Everyone has got their goods and their bads. Like, duh. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I haven't got much laughter and madness this year. Maybe I'll get back to how I was once things change for the better. I hope so cos I feel so grumpy and it's really bad. And I hope the change for the better will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it ain't good now, it just isn't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-55184053819321479?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/55184053819321479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=55184053819321479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/55184053819321479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/55184053819321479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-im-going-down-dont-worry-about-me.html' title='When I&apos;m going down don&apos;t worry about me'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnaPimVecqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0oh-exDLzr8/s72-c/DSC03503+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2178688940647941919</id><published>2007-06-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:32:59.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bend and break</title><content type='html'>Happy Papa's Day! Think my dad's quite happy with the prezzies we got him - a pair of Muji bedroom slippers and a Nalgene bottle for drivers [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with the sister, and then dinner at the Thai restaurant in ChongPang with the whole big family [: I like having so many cousins and all. It's good having a big family. Plus going out with the sister was good today. I get so impatient with her sometimes, and she, with me, but whatever, it's normal [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lil pissed off just now, like, I don't wanna be like, in charge, for the project stuffs. Planned to meet tomorrow to do CSA and Yiyang was telling me that JieSheng can't make it tomorrow cos he's like, celebrating some birthday, and I replied him saying retarded and asking if they still want it tomorrow. And Yiyang replied something about not everyone can fit into my available time sometimes and that made me kinda pissed. Like, hello. I didn't mean it that way at all. Like, what the fuck. I dunno, maybe he meant it some other way, but it feels kinda like, he's saying that I'm making everyone fit into MY time regardless of whether they can make it at all if you get what I mean, when I didn't really do anything at all. Like, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I dunno why I'm pissed off about this but still, makes me feel like I'm the bad guy and it's like, #$%^&amp;*()_! Not blaming Yiyang or whatsoever, but it really sucks if people think of you that way when you haven't done anything wrong. Just that I wasn't able to make it on last Friday cos of my grandma's death anni or something and that we had to postpone it to Monday and blah blah, ugh. Forget it. Maybe I'm just being fucked up, oversensitive or something. And maybe I shouldn't have said the word retarded. But like, everything's retarded to me what! It's just a... word to me. Like, retarded without the retarded meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad now. Okay I don't know wassup with me. Hell, can I stop feeling so insecured, sensitive and all? Like, ugh x 10000000000000. And what, I gotta act like nothing's fucking wrong and it really sucks. I'm really thinking too much now huh. Oh man. As Aik said, emo emo. Hurhur. I shouldn't be so weak, shouldn't get affected so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay on a brighter note, today's still quite great, minus that 'making everyone fit into my bloody time' incident which can go suck balls. I'm a happy girl, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="280" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An INFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/infp.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Idealist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative &lt;strong&gt;with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for people to get to know you. &lt;strong&gt;You are hesitant to let people get close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, &lt;strong&gt;you tend to have high (and often unrealistic) standards.&lt;br /&gt;You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2178688940647941919?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2178688940647941919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2178688940647941919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2178688940647941919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2178688940647941919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/bend-and-break.html' title='bend and break'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-3766316612180083657</id><published>2007-06-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:44.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It made me wonder where I'm going</title><content type='html'>I WAS GONNA BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;But Kailing just called and demanded me to go down my blk now cos she's like, downstairs with Winnie. So like, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so rotted enough at home today. But a rest like this is good once in a while? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I went down for some camwhoring session, and Winnie was trying to kiss me. Like, I seem to be the raping target recently huh. Scary. Fwahah. Anyway, I haven't seen Winnie for like half a year already? Near that. Miss ya dude! See I'm so nice :D And uh, I needa apologise to Joshuaaaaa! ): I forgot his birthday (like, 10 days ago since it's 17June, 12.01 a.m. now) and I didn't wish him. I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076693367532712546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnQJuGVecmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cDKZpfjK4Ys/s320/DSC03470+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076693371827679858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnQJuWVecnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PqFsWS9yi8U/s320/DSC03437+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076694226526171778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnQKgGVecoI/AAAAAAAAAjo/piR-QEKjL64/s320/DSC03453.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Uhm. LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076694226526171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnQKgGVecpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9aHXvEkbC98/s320/DSC03454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Like, help? LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-3766316612180083657?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3766316612180083657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=3766316612180083657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3766316612180083657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/3766316612180083657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-gonna-blog.html' title='It made me wonder where I&apos;m going'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnQJuGVecmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cDKZpfjK4Ys/s72-c/DSC03470+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5062787912989571293</id><published>2007-06-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood's thicker than water hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKt12VeclI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wOYXT56TTfQ/s1600-h/DSC03402+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076310870630232658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKt12VeclI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wOYXT56TTfQ/s320/DSC03402+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy uglifies even the most beautiful thing - love. Sadly. There should be a limit to what one does to get their uh, love. That is, even if he/she's not in the clearest state of mind or whatsoever. Hmm, I guess everyone has a different level of limit. {Roll my eyes.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribbean's still good, Orlando Bloom's still hot (duh!), or maybe even hotter. Managed to catch the post-credit parts this time round. We had to wait for like, credits to billions or zillions of people to finish rolling just to catch that few seconds of ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CWP next to look for presents. Hung out quite a while at the books section of Popular. Books make us happy, aye [: Kay I just got reminded that I needa get to the library. So anyway, we took neoprints just now too! Reminds me of the old school days and such ): It's still much fun and a total waste of money fwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls's showing tomorrow. Heh. It's funny how I never get to watch it in the end even though I remember asking all around for the VCD/DVD. I feel like baking. Holiday's ending soon, sadly. I'm quite looking forward to getting results for my midsem tests even though I know I'm not gonna get really great results for it. So much for targeting As for everything, hah. It wasn't a S.M.A.R.T goal cos it's not really attainable. At least, for now. And I wonder if I've got the discipline to attain it in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really detest people using the word CB. Like, it's really crude, sounds really really bad, and like, why use the dialect name of one's genital to scold?! It sounds especially disrespectful when used by a guy. Why don't you use CLJ instead huhh. Whatever it is, I hate people using that word. I can't even stand to say the word out just for the sake of saying it, if you get what I mean, there's always this uncomfortable feeling. Yepp, even for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more shorts and tops. Need more cash. Need more everything. Fill me up with everything. Hah kay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKp3WVeciI/AAAAAAAAAi4/K5uTz3cy8zk/s1600-h/DSC03390+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076306498353525282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKp3WVeciI/AAAAAAAAAi4/K5uTz3cy8zk/s320/DSC03390+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKp3mVecjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a5GpoRY_zQo/s1600-h/DSC03397+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076306502648492594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKp3mVecjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/a5GpoRY_zQo/s320/DSC03397+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKp3mVeckI/AAAAAAAAAjI/U5TeiLfYukc/s1600-h/DSC03406+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076306502648492610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKp3mVeckI/AAAAAAAAAjI/U5TeiLfYukc/s320/DSC03406+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5062787912989571293?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5062787912989571293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5062787912989571293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5062787912989571293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5062787912989571293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/bloods-thicker-than-water-hahaha.html' title='blood&apos;s thicker than water hahaha.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnKt12VeclI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wOYXT56TTfQ/s72-c/DSC03402+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5486814427459596752</id><published>2007-06-14T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:45.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a major major major bitch</title><content type='html'>{DELETED}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my haircut already. Like it much cos it's just like how it was. Laksa lunch with min at Yishun. Dye job's not done yet. My mom somehow seems reluctant to do it, said it's a pity. I somehow am reluctant to do it too, can't bear to do so. So like, what the fuck, decided to postpone it till I'm happy enough to do it. Just screw it, all that black mofo hair growing out and ruining my colour. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see my ************* tagboard. Like, what the toot. Pttf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, I'm feeling better. Not so frustrated, so upset, so pissed off, yada. Think life's still a bitch though, that's always with me. Never changed. I may be happy, laughing, having fun, but still thinks life's a bitch. Maybe until my life changes for the better. Yepp, not satisfied with what I have now. Empty, so hollow ): By the way, I hate copycats. Hate hate hate. Feels like banging their head onto the wall. Yea, I'm feeling so much better. So much for so much eh. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075911747909349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnFC12VechI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wqYP1E4qKdI/s320/1481722909528l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Saw this on my first Friendster account, and feels so much like going back to then (sec3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5486814427459596752?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5486814427459596752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5486814427459596752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5486814427459596752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5486814427459596752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-major-major-major-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s a major major major bitch'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnFC12VechI/AAAAAAAAAiw/wqYP1E4qKdI/s72-c/1481722909528l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8928300790514525077</id><published>2007-06-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was the same for everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACsmVeceI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ODTwT7sCFGY/s1600-h/DSC03335+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075559745274671586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACsmVeceI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ODTwT7sCFGY/s320/DSC03335+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town's getting so boring that it's annoying, but hanging out with the three favorite people, namely min Yuxuan Victor, was rad, even though there wasn't much to do at all [: Spent the whole day walking around rather aimlessly, sitting around, and we ended taking any bus that came along at the Youth Park's bus stop after dinner, like some kinda self-entertaining game. We have bus concession, so it wasn't a waste of money or whatsoever. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First bus we took was 175, and we alighted at some Outram Road. The next bus came along fast, bus no.123, alighted opposite Radin Mas Primary School. Next bus we took was 275 which bloody hell took us to Bukit Merah Interchange, where we rushed to the Mcdonald toilet cos we needed it rather bad. Fwahah. By then it was like, 8plus already, so we took 851 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Yuxuan, he's going off to Japan tonight. I want to go overseas too! &gt;:( I wanna go Taipei againnnnnnnn. Fwah. Two weeks hols is SO NOT ENOUGH. Rwars. Anyway, I'm most prolly gonna watch Pirates of the Carribbean again with the sister and cousin on Friday :D Yayness I can go catch the post-credits part and watch Orlando Bloom again! So hot, so hot :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm cutting my hair tomorrow and prolly dyeing it black already. Ugh, can't bear to, really. But I think the way my black hair's ruling the crown of my head is like, eww. It'd be better if I dye it all black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather sad that I can't go for the HPT grads cycling outing at Pulau Ubin on the 23rd and 24th anyway ): It would be like, a totally awesome experience I think, to be able to stay out there and all. School's reopening on the 25th. Mom 'advised' me not to go. Fwah. Plus all that shitzx that happened to that DJ guy when he was cycling at Pulau Ubin... Actually I think it was the result of his own stupidity/carelessness/lack of concentration. Whatever. I can't go for the outing and that's that &gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only things happen my way. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACsmVecfI/AAAAAAAAAig/3GZ4EwIEBd4/s1600-h/DSC03282+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075559745274671602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACsmVecfI/AAAAAAAAAig/3GZ4EwIEBd4/s320/DSC03282+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACs2VecgI/AAAAAAAAAio/99PX77WNKEw/s1600-h/DSC03261+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075559749569638914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACs2VecgI/AAAAAAAAAio/99PX77WNKEw/s320/DSC03261+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deep shitzxz. Rwars. The parents saw my passbook statement of unposted transactions and it has less money than I thought inside. OMFG. This is shitzx ): I need a job. Classified from tomorrow onwards. Shaofeng! I need your friends to get out of Muji fast! I need to be hired! Ugh. As if he reads my blog &gt;:'( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8928300790514525077?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8928300790514525077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8928300790514525077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8928300790514525077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8928300790514525077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wish-it-was-same-for-everyone.html' title='I wish it was the same for everyone'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RnACsmVeceI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ODTwT7sCFGY/s72-c/DSC03335+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4897370741814729236</id><published>2007-06-12T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:46.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because one mind changes everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm6QKmVeccI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qk_gl6jaS9g/s1600-h/P6118180+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075152341856842178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm6QKmVeccI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qk_gl6jaS9g/s320/P6118180+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my brown hair! :} To say the truth, I can't really bear to dye it black, but I will after I get my haircut. Then I'll get highlights, cos that's the reason why I can't bear to dye my hair back to black. I still like my highlights [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yayness. We're meeting up with the guys tomorrow. Can't wait to see how Victor looks like now :} I still wanna meet up with people like Jake, both Eugene Goh and Eugene Ng, Joelang, more of the Joy people, ZGX, blahhh. Besides the 2904 girls, JY and Yuenchen, I'm friendlier with the guys than with the girls. I guess it's cos they're more fun to hang around with, and for some unknown reason, it feels more comfortable. And I haven't seen those I mentioned for like, what, a hundred years? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders if I'll end up really meeting them up though, especially ZGX. I've no balls to ask him out. Hurhur. And I'm really lazy to be organising gatherings and such. Plus I'm only left with 12 days of hols, and we haven't done a single bit of any project. Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think both Yuenchen and Anet look hot in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075152333266907570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm6QKGVecbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0XYJGuYyiIw/s320/P6112051+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. I love them both much :D Look at Anet's fair thigh. HAHA :} That's what you get from wearing too much bball jersey pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075155215189963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm6Sx2VecdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IkiXKCQ2FYg/s320/P6112050+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them all much [: I hate my hair, totally. Gonna get it cut soon. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went to look at my Johari Window (go to by sidebar, click on the 'click' after the words 'do this for me!') and Grace was the most recent person to do it and she's the first person ever to say that I'm quiet. LOL. Kay, I think I'm really too quiet in school already. Am warming up, but still, I'm quiet. Whatever happened to the old me huhhh. Whatever it is, I want my madness when I'm in school too, not just when I'm outta it and with my old friends. I don't like being quiet/being labelled as quiet! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4897370741814729236?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4897370741814729236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=4897370741814729236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4897370741814729236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/4897370741814729236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/because-one-mind-changes-everything.html' title='Because one mind changes everything'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm6QKmVeccI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qk_gl6jaS9g/s72-c/P6118180+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6366660817594626673</id><published>2007-06-11T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:47.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm1LzGVecaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/09qzxdRkrY0/s1600-h/P6118203+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074795696362516898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm1LzGVecaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/09qzxdRkrY0/s320/P6118203+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm1LMGVecZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sH8oyyNdPHU/s1600-h/P6118157+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074795026347618706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm1LMGVecZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sH8oyyNdPHU/s320/P6118157+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to upload more pictures, and anyway, I'm going back to black tomorrow! I mean my hair. Still thinking if I should go for a highlight after that though. I'll miss my gold hair roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa trip was hot today, even though Kailing and Samantha didn't make it in the end. Thanks much to Yuenchen for going! [: Hope you're feeling better/happier already. Anyway, I don't believe Neoahmah had school. If she really really was lying and just making excuses, I'm... I can't do anything cos I doubt she will care. Hurhur. Whatever it is, I'd rather she tell me the truth, that she'd rather go out with some dumbfuck guy than us &lt;strong&gt;again,&lt;/strong&gt; if that's the reason why she couldn't come, than telling some lies and taking us as total idiots. If I'm wrong about the whole damn thing, I'm sorry, but seriously, I doubt I'm wrong. We'll never know. Excuses, excuses &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got so miffed over that issue. Guess it's the thing about promises. Don't make any if you can't/don't want to keep it, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe was talking about some mutation shitzx that happens when we suntan too much, but really, who will ever give up suntanning? It's like, so addictive. Makes one happy. Hurhur. Think I'll go again for one last time next week before school reopen with Kailing since she wasn't able to make it today. Shall see. And yepp, I was wearing my new bikini today. The black Billabong one with skulls :D All thanks to min, Yuxuan, Victor and Kelvin. Did I miss anyone out? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Charlene (sorry if I got the spelling wrong :}) at the beach by the way, in the toilet. Singapore's really small. We saw Elgin yesterday at Citylink too. And he was still so worried that everyone will know his name since Kailing screamed his name so loudly. He still has a small head with a too-long body to match that head . Hah :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bloody haircut. Thinking of getting back spikes, but not too much. I look too much like a helmethead now, with flat hair and all. Okay, I'm all burnt and tired. And I need a job. Bad. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bLR6nUea9c/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bLR6nUea9c/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="280" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse over any part of the box or strip to learn more about the traits that the colors represent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=PJfmhfFGZuIRgWc-BO-ACADD-ac25&amp;t=Benevolent+Dreamer"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=PJfmhfFGZuIRgWc-BO-ACADD-ac25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK&lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6366660817594626673?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6366660817594626673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6366660817594626673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6366660817594626673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6366660817594626673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-lazy-to-upload-more-pictures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rm1LzGVecaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/09qzxdRkrY0/s72-c/P6118203+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2830887399475559558</id><published>2007-06-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:49.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let your heart lead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwELmVecWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SrsAjlk-6LE/s1600-h/P6098098+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074435477455401314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwELmVecWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SrsAjlk-6LE/s400/P6098098+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwEL2VecXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/p4cW8bmKlEY/s1600-h/P6098102+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074435481750368626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwEL2VecXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/p4cW8bmKlEY/s400/P6098102+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat dinner at Marina Bay was great yesterday, with me and Kailing yakking away all the way through. Kailing joined us cos she missed me too much FWAHAH. So like, she's the HAHA extra woman from some cow's FNN class. I don't like that teacher, has never liked, will never like. Afrose's so much nicer and unbitchy even though she didn't produce a whole class of As for FNN. Kay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biantai paid for me, Kailing and Anet. Sounds so generous of him eh, but it ain't that way actually. He paid only 12bucks, and that's like, the share of one person :} At least there were enough plates to go around. Anet ate a raw hotdog anyway. HAHA. Stupid woman :} Walked to Cityhall after that, taking the scary path which we refused to take two years ago when we were lost in the stupid park(3joy class gathering). It wasn't that scary afterall actually, but it ain't a nice place to walk through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, fun. All's good with the loves! [: Sentosa tomorrow! But sadly my ahmao cannot go ): Neoahmah cannot go too, rwars. But at least Phebe's finally free from her bf, her AJC, her choir, and making time for us and the sun! [: I finally got LowShimin to go too. Plus AnetChean and Samantha and maybe Yuenchen [: [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. I heard about how Jake's parents went to sue those ahbengs (yea, like, seriously sue, police and lawyers involved, duh.) who beat him up cos of some mistaken identity shitzx and how Bob kneeled down to apologise and I think it's fucking funny. Like, even if those ahbengs wanna beat someone up, they should get it clear beforehand that that guy ain't some rich man's son hahaha. And serve Bob right. Even though I don't know him at all, he always seem to be pissing the people around me off (Shimin? Hahaha). And he's got the come-beat-me-up look and a really huge nose. Hah :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay pictures! [: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwMh2VecYI/AAAAAAAAAho/G6j7MrncBIU/s1600-h/P6098125+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwMh2VecYI/AAAAAAAAAho/G6j7MrncBIU/s400/P6098125+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074444655800512898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433944152076546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwCyWVecQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/m8zzyKarRs8/s320/P6098078+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433939857109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwCyGVecPI/AAAAAAAAAgg/pGO5sBz6MS4/s320/road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433931267174626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwCxmVecOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/oLu5NH5qL0I/s320/P6098077+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074434549742465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwDVmVecTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xMKKSL1gQ98/s320/P6098107+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074435133858017602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwD3mVecUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XUdsyMNgIQo/s320/P6098135+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074435138152984914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwD32VecVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Jp0pZ2VGVoE/s320/P6098118+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2830887399475559558?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2830887399475559558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2830887399475559558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2830887399475559558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2830887399475559558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-your-heart-lead.html' title='Let your heart lead.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmwELmVecWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SrsAjlk-6LE/s72-c/P6098098+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4372734257552809470</id><published>2007-06-09T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:50.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like an angel off the page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmoWgmVecLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/O4ruvFFzK1I/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073892679488532658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmoWgmVecLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/O4ruvFFzK1I/s320/DSC03179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay midsems are over! But examinations are like, just around two months away. Plus all the deadlines for projects... We're all gonna be busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we didn't have much post exam activities. Had lunch at TM foodcourt after the paper with the clique. Laughed like mad :D I finally remembered to get my eyeliner from Yiyang and Shaofeng. But they think they lost it. Guys... Dumb creatures :} Met up with the mom and the sis after that, went chalet. Kinda boring actually, but it's good meeting up with the cuzziewuzzies once in a while [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat dinner with the FNN people later on. I'm like, voiceless now though. At least I won't be paying. Si bian tai owes me a treat. Heh heh :D Yay yay, Sentosa on Monday! Can't wait, and hopefully my voice will be back by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073892683783499970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmoWg2VecMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JN5M0pE3eaQ/s320/DSC03175.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Special kinda mahjong. Hurhur.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073892688078467282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmoWhGVecNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NJ8qb5Zt1cE/s320/DSC03171.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Lunch for the kids :}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lollipop - Mika&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what's the big idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Mika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down,&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;Say love, say love,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;say love, say love,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went walking in with my mama one day,&lt;br /&gt;when she warn me what people say,&lt;br /&gt;live your life until love is found,&lt;br /&gt;'cause love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the girl next door,&lt;br /&gt;she's a player and a down right whore,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus slows up, she wants more,&lt;br /&gt;oh bad girls get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing,&lt;br /&gt;Sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;Say love, say love,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;say love, say love,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama told me what I should know,&lt;br /&gt;too much candy gonna ride your soul,&lt;br /&gt;if she loves you, let her go,&lt;br /&gt;'cause love only gets you down.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the boy like me,&lt;br /&gt;never stood on my own two feet,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm blue, as I can be,&lt;br /&gt;oh love couldn't get me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;Say love, say love,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;say love, say love,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went walking with my mama one day,&lt;br /&gt;when she warn me what people say,&lt;br /&gt;live your life until love is found,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;Say love (say love), say love (say love),&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;say love (say love), say love (say love),&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama told me what I should know,&lt;br /&gt;too much candy gonna ride your soul,&lt;br /&gt;if she loves you, let her go,&lt;br /&gt;'cause love only gets you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down,&lt;br /&gt;say,&lt;br /&gt;sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;or love's gonna get you down&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice song [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-4372734257552809470?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4372734257552809470/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmoWgmVecLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/O4ruvFFzK1I/s72-c/DSC03179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7358271555060775121</id><published>2007-06-07T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:51.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live your life until love is found, 'cause love's gonna get you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoIGVecII/AAAAAAAAAfo/2b-sGUfPnbg/s1600-h/ahmahmelingcheyenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073208362349260930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoIGVecII/AAAAAAAAAfo/2b-sGUfPnbg/s320/ahmahmelingcheyenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoIWVecJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Pcj8MDivAB8/s1600-h/PA137093+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073208366644228242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoIWVecJI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Pcj8MDivAB8/s320/PA137093+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoImVecKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Rhq6fSjDlKQ/s1600-h/PA137112+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073208370939195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoImVecKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Rhq6fSjDlKQ/s320/PA137112+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmemzGVecGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fs65JVWE42s/s1600-h/Â°theLoved-1112+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073206902060380258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmemzGVecGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fs65JVWE42s/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-1112+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmemzWVecHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/T3A7pz6GvdM/s1600-h/Â°theLoved-1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073206906355347570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmemzWVecHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/T3A7pz6GvdM/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the flu bug! ): Was dripping all over my paper just now. Kay kidding. But it was horrendous to have to wipe my nose all the time when I was already running out of time for the paper. I miss PHS much anyway ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuenchen's blog reminded me. And I just realised, I've never taken any picture with soonlaolao before. Rwars. I miss being sent outta class during his chinese lessons either by him or by ourselves hahaha :} I miss PetCheong too. Surprisingly. She's so much better at teaching Accounting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay enough of my reminiscing. Gotta get back to Marketing F ): Last paper! Yay! [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zbC0eJszaS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zbC0eJszaS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7358271555060775121?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7358271555060775121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7358271555060775121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7358271555060775121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7358271555060775121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/live-your-life-until-love-is-found.html' title='live your life until love is found, &apos;cause love&apos;s gonna get you down'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmeoIGVecII/AAAAAAAAAfo/2b-sGUfPnbg/s72-c/ahmahmelingcheyenne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8404672659832302819</id><published>2007-06-06T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:56:53.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third paper down, two more to go. Cross my fingers, hopefully I won't fail any ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Pirates of the Carribbean! :D Impromptu decision. Orlando Bloom is so so hot. Movie was awesome, but I think first two's better. Whatever it is, all three are nice la :} Missed the post-credits part cos I didn't know they showed what happened 10 years later! &gt;:( Don't mind watching again just to catch that part, but I'm so broke. 7bucks of my $20 gone. Have to try my best to make do with that measly amount. I shall not withdraw money till the end of next week. I shall not. I SHALL NOT. *screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Gonna go zzz for a while before starting on revison for tomorrow's paper. For once, I feel better knowing it's accounting instead of some other shitty wordy subject like POM and CSA. Fwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog looks so wordy now. So sad. New pictures after Friday! Hopefully. [:[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8404672659832302819?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8404672659832302819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8404672659832302819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8404672659832302819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8404672659832302819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/third-paper-down-two-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-7402631695848380882</id><published>2007-06-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:51.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Old Blood Rush with A New Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why she ran away,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, where she will stay,&lt;br /&gt;My little runaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm fucking broke. I can only spend like, 20bucks the most for this week and next week cos I've kinda exceeded my spendings. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was too busy studying for my tests to come online and blog. However I was itching to switch on the comp and do so all the while. So like, surprise surprise huh. I'm actually studying for like, tests. TESTS, not exams, not those major shitzx which I can't afford to fail. For now, I can't afford to fail the tests too, cos it will affect my overall. Shitty kinda arrangement. I didn't even really bother to study for exams in the past. Great change in me, aye :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two subjects down down down into hell. Kay maybe microecons paper's up into the heaven. Hopefully :D POM paper's so screwed for me though ): Have to study my CSA later. What a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had to cab to school yesterday because the two fucking moronic 969 that came after I had waited for half an hour was so crowded that I couldn't even go up, and I was getting bloody late for my paper already. $16.20, the cab fare stripped me bare of whatever cash I had, but the driver was nice, asked me if I had money left for lunch. Like, we've got an ATM in school. But I gotta stop withdrawing money already. At least for the next two weeks ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am wondering if I should call Alvin and ask him for a job. Rwars. I don't wanna work, but for the sake of moolah for some wonderful retail therepy (which I need desperately since I'm so stressed up now over &lt;s&gt;the lack of money&lt;/s&gt; my midsemester tests), I gotta do something. I've realised I'm always so broke. Needa take up some money management course. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda missing the guys. Was talking a lil about them on the bus with min just now and yay, they're the best guys ever. Love em much too. Teehees. Next up, mahjong session or kBox session or whatever! Oh, neoprints! :D Wonders if Yuxuan gets to read this since he apparently reads our blog sometimes :} Oh, I just realised I can't go kBox since I'm so broke. Fwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see my tagboard again, so I'll leave the replying of whatever new tags there are to the next time I come online. Uh huh. I want new pictures on my blog! Yayness for Sentosa on Friday. Make it happen please. Monday's alright too, so long as we get to go soon [: Don't mind spending the 3bucks teehees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmTmWGVecFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BhsBranGJ4g/s1600-h/ubin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072432347658219602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmTmWGVecFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BhsBranGJ4g/s320/ubin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-7402631695848380882?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7402631695848380882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=7402631695848380882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7402631695848380882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/7402631695848380882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/same-old-blood-rush-with-new-touch.html' title='The Same Old Blood Rush with A New Touch'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmTmWGVecFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BhsBranGJ4g/s72-c/ubin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-5052418075757164497</id><published>2007-06-02T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:26:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So if you feel it let me know, know, know</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm feeling really whoozy right now, like the whole place's spinning. Kinda. Was thirsty, so I took the can of some premium Autralian wine shitzx in my fridge and drank it. Guess that's the cause of my whooziness. If that's why, I'm sucha bad drinker then, I think. 250ml, 13% alcohol. Whatever. I like Barcadi better anyway. Too much alcohol in the wine, too bitter for my liking. Think I'm going to bed soon. Maybe after I eat some durians. I smell durians. Uhhuh. So whoozy mhoozy hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with LowShimin was good. Shopped till legs almost broke. Town wasn't all that good today though, cos it was super crowded. Don't like crowds ): Got my skinnies (which sadly don't look skinny on me ): ), a dark grey cardigen, and the top I wanted to buy since the previous time. Yayness. I'm claiming the money for the skinnies from my mom :D I need a job. Think I'll try signing up for Nuffnang. Earn money by having visitors on my blog. BUT, there's no free lunch in this world, or is there? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to try bidding for the NDP tickets, but I just realised that the last day's 28th May. How sad, I missed the deadline ): Ohh, and June's camp cancelled. Kinda disappointed actually, cos I was quite looking forward to it actually ): ): Haven't been going for HPT stuffs for quite some time already and well, I miss it. And I've heard that things aren't going well for the current batch of HPT members recently. Damn some bloody bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study for mid-semester tests tomorrow. Think we've commited a crime by going shopping just a day before the tests. Heh. It's surprising I can still blog properly now, despite the whooziness. And Anet Chean! I love you much! You'll be my baobeii for ever more :D It ain't just words and no meanings. You feel it? :D Just felt like saying all that :} I love LowShimin too! Think I better go eat my durian and get my sleep now. Everything seems kinda dotted. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071466861809586914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF4PbRTUuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EUQZvNx1A7U/s320/DSC00810+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF4wbRTUvI/AAAAAAAAAew/jzre-tXfqWY/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-1275+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071467428745270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF4wbRTUvI/AAAAAAAAAew/jzre-tXfqWY/s320/%C2%B0theLoved-1275+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;3!always.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: ANETCHEAN! YOU CAN RECOGNISE YOURSELF IN THE PHOTO RIGHT!? Rofls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF--7RTUwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zZPsUo3k3j8/s1600-h/image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071474274923139842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF--7RTUwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zZPsUo3k3j8/s320/image9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF_WrRTUxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KiOwrHV_bc4/s1600-h/image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071474682945032978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF_WrRTUxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KiOwrHV_bc4/s320/image10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF_8bRTUyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3f-Ev221KI0/s1600-h/image13.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071475331485094690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF_8bRTUyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3f-Ev221KI0/s320/image13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from an E-mail sent by XP. Funny right! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-5052418075757164497?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5052418075757164497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=5052418075757164497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5052418075757164497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/5052418075757164497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-if-you-feel-it-let-me-know-know-know.html' title='So if you feel it let me know, know, know'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RmF4PbRTUuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/EUQZvNx1A7U/s72-c/DSC00810+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-8023241603642950227</id><published>2007-06-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:04:16.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm beginning to think my class's quite rad actually. Hung out quite a bit with them just now, and for once we had lunch without Yiyang and Shaofeng. They were too lazy to walk over to KFC, plus Yiyang seems moody these days and he looks kinda scary. Perhaps it's cos of the mid-sems. Very unlikely though. I guess we'll let him be, cos actually i think it will even be more shocking if he starts smiling alot. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like patting him sometimes and asking him to smile more and be happy, but he looks too scary. Think he will glare at me with the 'are you an idiot?' kinda face if I do that :} Should get him a chocolate bar or something cos it's supposed to make one feels happier? Whatever, I think icecream sundaes do a better job. Makes you all cool and happy inside :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bullshitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the class. Things are getting better, and I'm no longer that silent already. I love telling corny jokes by the way, but I suck at remembering them, so I always use the same ones over and over again. How sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like getting a weekend job. Need the cash for shopping! Too lazy to work though, and it will be hard juggling school life, social life, working life. Life's alright now, I should be satisfied though I'm so not. Wait till the midsems' over. I'll go get my life. There's so much to do but so damn little time and cash. How sad again. Fwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Debbie the accounts lecturer said just now that we were like the weather and I think it's so true. The weather's so unpredictable, and so are we. So, some of the things to do during the 2 weeks hol - movies, kBox, shopping trips, Sentosa, gym, projects. Kay, the last one is so way out of point, but it gotta be included ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev. I'm off bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;YING TAO BANG (cherryboom) HAS GOT A NEW ALBUM!&lt;br /&gt;So exciting, but I think the first album's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wmSB-pehd3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wmSB-pehd3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad quality, but that's the only one I can find now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_yv5pzrQDI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_yv5pzrQDI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-8023241603642950227?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8023241603642950227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=8023241603642950227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8023241603642950227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/8023241603642950227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-watching-but-stars-refuse-to.html' title='I&apos;ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1454722833438558494</id><published>2007-05-31T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:19.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she passes each day with a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl7BdLRTUtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aU_tx95Vkzk/s1600-h/Photo+65+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070702937451483858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl7BdLRTUtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aU_tx95Vkzk/s320/Photo+65+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't start studying for midsem test! SCREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to start la. WTF ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my DIY fringe again anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's June already. How fast. Nothing changed, but yet everything's changing. School's at 9 tomorrow, gotta wake up at 6.30am, squeeze with everybody else on 969, do all that shitzx. Sucks la. Hell, I'm sucha happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEM0T1Ar5Qo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEM0T1Ar5Qo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna stop eating Mcdonald fries already. Fwahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1454722833438558494?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1454722833438558494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1454722833438558494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1454722833438558494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1454722833438558494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-she-passes-each-day-with-smile.html' title='And she passes each day with a smile'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl7BdLRTUtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/aU_tx95Vkzk/s72-c/Photo+65+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-6618519324711110671</id><published>2007-05-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:24.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very much an image heavy post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl13YkvgGHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EHTtlnaJPes/s1600-h/P5288029+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070340019552524402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl13YkvgGHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EHTtlnaJPes/s320/P5288029+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm finally able to come and upload my pictures and my phone fucking hell has to go all bitchy now and refuse to let me upload anything. I had to use my bro's PSP to do it. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, dinner at kBox was good even though it's fucking overpriced and the buffet made us all so excited hurhur. Everyone was there except for ahmah. Had hell of a good time, got raped by Jiayan and fishy which was a totally horrible experience, left at 2330 cos we didn't want to miss the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up an hour late the next day. Bad start for my birthday, but I managed to get ready and all within 20minutes and in the end, I was earlier to reach Tampines interchange than everyone else. Was so damn surprised when Yiyang passed me a present from him and Shaofeng cos actually, I was getting pissed at them at first for not even wishing me a happy birthday :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Yuenchen brought a cake to school for me as a surprise from her, min and Kenneth and yea, was damn surprised la. I was still running to the toilet where min said she was at cos I thought something happened to her. Fwahah. Dinner at BH was good too, followed by mahjong session with Sihao and Yuxuan at min's house. An hour and a half long and I was the big winner of arnd 6bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the shitty private ZARA, FCUK, blahhm warehouse sale at Cityhall after school today with min and Sihui and it was shitty. I really wanna go and shop shop shop properly but mid-sem tests start next week and we gotta STUDY ): I must get higher marks than Yiyang and Shaofeng! It's so irritating that Jiesheng, min and Yiyang got higher marks than me for A/Cs test since they are beginners at the subject. BUGGER. Can't be this way anymore. Whatever. Shall see what I can do :} :} I'm so so so lazy to study though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta cut down on my swear words again. Knn, they just keep on pouring out from my mouth. Oh, and Weiying and Sihui thought I smoked. PUHLEASE. No way, I won't ever become a smoker. Kay, pictures (I'm still waiting for LowShimin to send me hers still) and I'm gone. Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2EXUvgGRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ASw-f_S4f9o/s1600-h/DSC02998+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070354291728849170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2EXUvgGRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ASw-f_S4f9o/s320/DSC02998+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;From top left to bottom left: MooMoo (from Anet in 2005), MooMooMooMoo (from min in 2007), MooMooMoo (from min in 2006 x'mas), Moo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070357938156083554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2HrkvgGWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ggYa9MABv10/s320/P5298049+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Min, me, WeiYing, Sihui[:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070358316113205618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2IBkvgGXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gPZ7_aByPRc/s320/P5288044+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Yay, my love.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070357929566148946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2HrEvgGVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0NBmU10bFzY/s320/P5288033+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;I like this picture teehees :}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070348807055612098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl1_YEvgGMI/AAAAAAAAAco/XUXhQ6LzW78/s320/DSC02923+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Unhealthy la.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070348188580321458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl1-0EvgGLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ikXB5FAgeQQ/s320/P5288019+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Phebe, JY, me :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070347638824507554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl1-UEvgGKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nlyCVaqx8uA/s320/P5288025+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Phebe, JY, me, Melly [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070346865730394242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl19nEvgGII/AAAAAAAAAcI/rfuhWX1NCJ8/s320/DSC02919+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Fwahah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070346878615296146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl19n0vgGJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Z9c9kHy724A/s320/DSC02909+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Birthday girls looking like dunno what shit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070350241574688978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2ArkvgGNI/AAAAAAAAAcw/S0Xjc88HvQE/s320/DSC02932+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Da jie da! :}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070353256641730818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2DbEvgGQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/hR_RL8M1fME/s320/DSC02921+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;[:[:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2C40vgGOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RpfReyirILQ/s1600-h/DSC02979+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070352668231211234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2C40vgGOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RpfReyirILQ/s320/DSC02979+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2C40vgGPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4RG8ucmla-E/s1600-h/DSC02984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070352668231211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2C40vgGPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4RG8ucmla-E/s320/DSC02984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;From YZ, Kenneth, min &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2GZEvgGTI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8LgLrbg6Ln4/s1600-h/DSC03003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070356520816875826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2GZEvgGTI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8LgLrbg6Ln4/s320/DSC03003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;See this side of him...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2GZUvgGUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-52pyeWsRZE/s1600-h/DSC03016+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070356525111843138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2GZUvgGUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-52pyeWsRZE/s320/DSC03016+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;... and compare with this. Gay.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2FDEvgGSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7pCBO2q0KlQ/s1600-h/DSC03023+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070355043348125986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2FDEvgGSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7pCBO2q0KlQ/s320/DSC03023+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Poopoohead = irritant.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070359596013459858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2JMEvgGZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/a0ATeaKzFjY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;MUCH LOVE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070358578106210690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2IQ0vgGYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/k-kYNXl8qUA/s320/Photo+75+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Teehees :}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070359986855483810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl2Ji0vgGaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xcm4I-cCj2E/s320/Photo+78+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;:}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-6618519324711110671?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6618519324711110671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=6618519324711110671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6618519324711110671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/6618519324711110671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-much-image-heavy-post.html' title='Very much an image heavy post.'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rl13YkvgGHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EHTtlnaJPes/s72-c/P5288029+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2550201015478869519</id><published>2007-05-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:26:31.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you thank you thank you!</title><content type='html'>I'm sending thank-you comments to everyone who wished me on Friendster. Oh, and thanks to everyone who wished me, no matter through the tagboard, via sms, or face to face. Also,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE ELSE WHO MADE MY BIRTHDAY SO GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, especially Anet, LowShimin, and Yuenchen [: And also the rest who spent my birthday eve and the actual day with me: the 2904 girls, Jiayan, Yuxuan, Kelvintanpoopoo, Sihao, Yiyang, Shaofeng... [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't really feel much about birthdays anymore, even to the extent of not feeling the joy at first, all of you made me a really happy girl. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you people much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Shall blog about everything tomorrow. Gotta get pictures from min too. There's too much details and too many photos already. Sadly, I gotta run and do my tutorials now. Byeeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2550201015478869519?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2550201015478869519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2550201015478869519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2550201015478869519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2550201015478869519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you thank you thank you!'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-145300653212249851</id><published>2007-05-27T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:07:30.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST OF LUCK TO ALL THOSE SITTING FOR THE CHINESE O'LVL PAPER TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jiayouus [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go, get unexpected grades for those who usually suck at the subject teeheehees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my computer, damn the tagboard &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;If only I'm witty, if only I know what to talk about, if only if only if only. Blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration tomorrow night with the girls at kBox, dinner with the guys at BuddyHoagies on Tuesday evening. Can't wait to see all of them. I'm turning 17! Not that it's that much of a good thing. Still, I get to see the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-145300653212249851?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/145300653212249851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=145300653212249851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/145300653212249851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/145300653212249851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-of-luck-to-all-those-sitting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-2409609155601988352</id><published>2007-05-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:24.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rlg140vgGGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vkOLf4cEopk/s1600-h/DSC02894+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068860630952319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rlg140vgGGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vkOLf4cEopk/s320/DSC02894+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda screwed. Sentosa was fucking crowded, yucks. I went even though Kailing wasn't able to go cos I guess we ps Yuenchen enough already. Met this bitch on the express thing who yelled at us because she caught Yuenchen and Kenneth staring and discussing about her. Hurrrr. Who wouldn't stare at someone who has like, a whole bunch of cuts on her wrist? Plus, she's hot fwahah. Sucha pity that she's so mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't really enjoy today. Thanks Yuenchen, for the nail colours though [: For the first time in history, I don't have a whole lot of photos to upload after a trip to Sentosa. Just not in the mood to take pictures today. We saw some PHS seniors on the beach. Fwah. Saw Shuhui and Zhenhui at Vivo too. Singapore is way too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a king sized Honeycomb Kitkat just now. Bound to gimme sugar high. Need it. I'm sooooo unhappyyyyyyyyy ): Nopes, it ain't anyone's fault. It just me. I don't know what's wrong la. I'll prolly be happier later on, after watching some gore shit on 28 Days Later showing at 2230 hahaha. Sadist shitzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Samsung NV10 is wayyyyy hot. 599bucks. I WANT! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hugh Grant – Way Back Into Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but i just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to she'd some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;/blockquote&gt;Damn nice, this song [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-2409609155601988352?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2409609155601988352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=2409609155601988352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2409609155601988352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/2409609155601988352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/blue-as-sky-sunburnt-and-lonely.html' title='Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/Rlg140vgGGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vkOLf4cEopk/s72-c/DSC02894+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1233793103102562398</id><published>2007-05-25T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:24.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlbX0EvgGFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zhl4-5QDqCg/s1600-h/DSC02849+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068475720278218834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlbX0EvgGFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zhl4-5QDqCg/s400/DSC02849+copy.jpg" width=364 height=273 border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BABYFAITH, JASON AND SIHUI!&lt;br /&gt;Like, May's the month for birthdays, and mine's in three days minus today teeheehees :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I think I shall hit the sack early tonight. Sentosa tomorrow, at long last. How I wish there's only girls going though. Yuenchen and her boyfriend laaaaa fwahah. Nevermind, at least Kenneth can get us free entry passes :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to speak to each other in foreign language with the classmates during accounts lecture today was fun [: I suddenly realise I know so many people of the same names. Anyway, I really really can't wait to watch Pirates of the Carribean. Doubt I'll have the time to do so for the next few days though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm still so turned off by the fucktard lj guy in my course. He should go bang himself on the wall and die or something. Everyone will rejoice. Like, hello. He had his feets up on the chair infront of him during lecture just now. Mind you, without the shoes. And the way he walks... swaying here and there. Damn, he just irks the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa get more shorts, more clothes, more everything. Let the three months to September pass quick, let all the mid-semester tests, exams, and deadlines be gone. Hurhur bye bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1233793103102562398?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1233793103102562398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1233793103102562398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1233793103102562398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1233793103102562398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-go-back-to-middle-of-day-that.html' title='let&apos;s go back to the middle of the day that starts it all'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlbX0EvgGFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zhl4-5QDqCg/s72-c/DSC02849+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-1154270889292956527</id><published>2007-05-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper bags and plastic hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlWSEkvgGDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TfZiwbIKpIA/s1600-h/DSC02847+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068117562955405362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlWSEkvgGDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TfZiwbIKpIA/s320/DSC02847+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the orientation would be shitty and yea, it was. Quite. Oh and I almost forgot to blog abt it. Me and that exeyecandy hurhur were wearing kinda the same thing today. Pink polo tee, khaki bottom. How stupid. Anyway, managed to get to town after that for a teeny weeny while and I've finally decided on havaianas. Yea finally. It's tiring to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. I still can't see the tagboards. I want to tag people's board la! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067968785288271906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlUKwkvgGCI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1XJZ-mNNb_g/s400/DSC01105+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlUJNEvgGBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/PTl6LJekEx4/s1600-h/DSC01105+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;For the 58664156th time, love you![:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-1154270889292956527?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1154270889292956527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=1154270889292956527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1154270889292956527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/1154270889292956527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/indecisive-pig.html' title='Paper bags and plastic hearts'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlWSEkvgGDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TfZiwbIKpIA/s72-c/DSC02847+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-122870010336233457</id><published>2007-05-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:26.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day she will tell you that she has had enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlRNyEvgF9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/zhUrLup-CsM/s1600-h/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067761003360425938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlRNyEvgF9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/zhUrLup-CsM/s320/DSC02825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go get a 2GB thumbdrive soon because my current 256mb one is not enough for school, plus I wanna put all my stuffs inside because I think I'm lagging the comp with all my pictures and songs. Anyway the GSS is here and I am so sad because I'm so broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll get my contact lenses next time if I'm really getting them because I don't feel like having them yet actually. 10 years of wearing glasses. I'll need time to get use to the absence of the metal thing on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaofeng and Yiyang made us laugh like mad just now and I'm so happy, we've come such a long way from being the silent clique to having all that madness with have now, in just one month. I'm so hoping none of us will be in that 25% who willl get transferred to another class next year ): We're still gonna take 969 to school and home together for the next two years teehees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at LJS with the clique and Bervyn makes me feel so fat now &gt;:/ It's time to cut cut cut those fat! But then again, I never feel like making any effort to do so because school's tiring enough because of the projects and homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's back to eating apples to keep dermotologists away! Fwah, I'm having some kinda bad break out. Sleep more, shit more, eat more apples! Why shit more, you'll ask. That was taught by ZGX. He said shitting removes toxin from the body and therefore, you won't have toxin to cause acne. Something like that. It does make sense actually. Think mine's not cause by toxin though, just plain heatiness and lack of sleep. I need more water, apples, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad I can't go town to check out the havaianas tomorrow already because there's the RMT orientation shitty thing with the Year3s blahhhhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA CATCH PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN! CAN'T WAIT CAN'T WAIT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I'm so happy people are asking about my birthday HAHAHA [:[: So loved :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me what I want for my birthday, seriously, I don't know what to ask for, even though I've got like, millions of things which I want to buy. So like, the things I can think of now is ums, a pencil case, hooded jacket, skinnies, watch. Oh, PLUS lotssa sincerity and love :D Kay you can ask me again what I want cos I shall go and think about what I really want hahaha :} :} Kay la, shall stop being so thick skinned. Ate too much crocodile meat already hurhur. Kay I'm so tired. Buaizxzx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-122870010336233457?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/122870010336233457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=122870010336233457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/122870010336233457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/122870010336233457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-day-she-will-tell-you-that-she-has.html' title='One day she will tell you that she has had enough'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlRNyEvgF9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/zhUrLup-CsM/s72-c/DSC02825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-266648460565795779</id><published>2007-05-22T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:26.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And still I try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlLm3EvgF6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/C7akf8H9w4g/s1600-h/warp(3)+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067366364585400226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlLm3EvgF6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/C7akf8H9w4g/s320/warp(3)+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlLm3UvgF7I/AAAAAAAAAag/DWAI6_v1tbg/s1600-h/warp(7)+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067366368880367538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlLm3UvgF7I/AAAAAAAAAag/DWAI6_v1tbg/s320/warp(7)+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love the warp program in my phone. School's retarded. Projects are even more so. SOMEBODY's the most, some particular fucktard. I miss certain people much. I want so many so many so many stuffs ): I NEED CASH. I'm fat, I needa do some crunches, run some rounds, but I'm lazy. I'm tired. ACCOUNTS QUIZ TOMORROW, some MCQ and true/false shitzx. Needa go do the online POM quiz soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I wanted school to start asap previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I knew I'll take back my words in the end. Be happy, yea, be happy! Abstain from profanities? Not now already. Fwah. It's 9, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After decades of appearing offline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokheng. says:&lt;br /&gt;ur bday coming rite?&lt;br /&gt;whatever. says:&lt;br /&gt;EH YOU RMBED?!&lt;br /&gt;whatever. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my gawd im so touched&lt;br /&gt;whatever. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I just realised my birthday's prolly showing on Friendster or whatever, but I'm happy whenever people bother to like, ask about it or something :D :D :D And talking to zgx makes me a happier girl teeheehees :D :D Apologised to him about not really keeping in contact even though I promised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay secondary school friends still rock my life upside down and inside out. That includes Anet Chean, Kailing, ahmah, Phebe, blahhhh, oh, and the one who always copy me whenever I say something LowShimin fwahah :} Kay la BYE. I'm so tired. Still gotta go read up on my accounts ): Shitty. Doubt anything will get into my brain though. Fwah. It's 10, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-266648460565795779?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/266648460565795779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=266648460565795779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/266648460565795779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/266648460565795779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-still-i-try.html' title='And still I try'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlLm3EvgF6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/C7akf8H9w4g/s72-c/warp(3)+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-950024641654046086</id><published>2007-05-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get no love without sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV50vgF3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/htlXfjQV6lY/s1600-h/faith!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066995876411479922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV50vgF3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/htlXfjQV6lY/s320/faith!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV6EvgF4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Nu2bPfOgm2M/s1600-h/faith!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066995880706447234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV6EvgF4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Nu2bPfOgm2M/s320/faith!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I realised I haven't been uploading pictures of Faith for quite some time already. She's still round, but she's getting naughtier. She gets so annoying sometimes, and I bet she thinks I'm annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started on our projects already, and I think I'll be spending lesser and lesser time at home soon. Funny thing is, I feel bad about it. I'm sucha family girl hurhur. We're all growing up. We'll be spending even lesser time at home when we've become real adults than now, as in, 21 years old, blah (another 4 years, not really looking forward to it). So like, I'm thinking for my parents, put myself in their shoes, trying to feel what they might be feeling. You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my brother is so problematic, I can't stand it too. He's so much worse than how I was in the past. Prolly it's because he's a guy, but nah, that's not an excuse to be so fucked up. Pity my parents sometimes. Now I know. Yea, it's hard to be someone's dad or mom. But then again, it takes two hands to clap. Sometimes parents are at fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I'm talking about this all of a sudden, but I feel like I've grown quite a bit in my thinking. How rad. [: Anyway, my mood has been swinging up and down ever since school started. Hate it. I wish I can stop feeling so hollow inside. Where's the life?! So screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and fishy's birthday celebration at kBox on Monday night's gonna be good even though I doubt school the next day will be good since lecture starts early at 9am ): Might be having dinner with the guys at BuddyHoagies on Tuesday evening after school. The rest of my birthday night will and must be spent at home. Even though my family don't really celebrate birthdays, I think it wouldn't be nice if I were to spend the whole day out. Kinda like, I'm neglecting my family and all. Pttf. I think few people will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's gonna be busy with projects starting and tests coming. Hell, think I'll even try coming online and blogging lesser. I know I said that 547468383134 times in the past and never did it, but hey! I've grown. Teeheehees. We'll see la. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV6UvgF5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YeH2ukCxEOA/s1600-h/DSC02690+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066995885001414546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV6UvgF5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YeH2ukCxEOA/s320/DSC02690+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I Love You&lt;br /&gt;More Than You'll Ever Know&lt;br /&gt;Other Times You Get On My Nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Just Reality&lt;br /&gt;No, It Can't Always Be&lt;br /&gt;Kisses, Hugs, And Beautiful Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7980854-950024641654046086?l=screwedmybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/950024641654046086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7980854&amp;postID=950024641654046086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/950024641654046086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7980854/posts/default/950024641654046086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwedmybrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-get-no-love-without-sacrifice.html' title='Can&apos;t get no love without sacrifice'/><author><name>Eve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02907281863483855146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbXt_2-UvZk/Txl4Iv_upKI/AAAAAAAABhc/3ZlkTHMzA0E/s220/255151_10150193450417730_536267729_6962735_4228879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlGV50vgF3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/htlXfjQV6lY/s72-c/faith!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980854.post-4720053298585290515</id><published>2007-05-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:27:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But every moment we could snatch, I don’t know why I got so attached</title><content type='html'>I ate so much today I think I prolly just gained more weight ): I still gotta finish up the beancurd my mom just brought back. Rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066621204939413330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlBBJEvgF1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Dwt4JshLWX4/s320/DSC02686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide between Crocs MaryJane or Havaianas. Yea, Crocs are ugly, but adorable. I ain't sure if I dare to wear it to school if I get it though :/ I don't see a colour I like for Havaianas ): Anet and ahmah's gonna decide for me, I think. Anyway, I feel so so so loved la :D Funny, I didn't really feel much of that feeling in the past years :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoahmah's gonna miss my birthday celebration cos she's going Taiwan, but she's making it up to me by promising to go Sentosa with me someday [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking forward to turning 17 at all, but I'm looking forward to the celebration. It's my turn! Yiyang will say i'm being ironic at this point of time hah. Coincidentally, I'm playing an old song which talks about childhood, growing up, going after dreams, blah. Makes me wanna cry, even though the song's a happy one. Kay, it sounds happy. I don't even know why it's that song. I downloaded a song sang by ChenYi, well supposedly, but it turns out to be this song. I'll upload it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got the stick-on thing already. I'm putting the photos up on my wall. It's halfway done. It's difficult to put all the horizontal and vertical photos neatly together. Oh, and yea, I know I've got a lot of hotpink stuffs. Hotpink not bimbo okay. Fwahah. And LowShimin, see see see, the cow you gave me for X'mas has its own shelf! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066621213529347938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jH9-NsmCE4Q/RlBBJkvgF2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uYmSpStjnG0/s320/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna ask ZGX out one fine day. Random. For the first time, I've got so much to write on a Sunday. Yayness, no POM tutorial tomorrow. I wanna get a lip piercing but Yuenchen was saying if it wasn't properly taken care of, there'll be like a bump if it gets infected or what shit. Plus, I doubt I'll get any of the piercings/tatoos which I kept saying I want since I've got such a low threshold for pain ): ): Eyebrow plucking is enough to make my tear flow hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I like the autosave feature Blogger has got now [: I'm thinking if I should sign up for the Nuffnang blogger ad thingy since there's no harm, but I don't know if it's trustworthy or if I've got like, 20 or more individual visitors on my blog per day. I'm also wondering if I should get bangs again. It's kinda common in my class though. 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