<?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-7297449</id><updated>2012-01-03T15:51:23.858+08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUzAQkZ15Hk/Td0O6fafwfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZPCjs_CYQVk/s400/IMG_0006.JPG'/><title type='text'>glass-bottleD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>379</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8220924889964454137</id><published>2011-11-23T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:13:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things have been in a sense been alot better after the affirmation i got from the job &lt;div&gt;yes finally i have a job &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess maybe i used to beat myself up alot about stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always felt i sounded funny (short tongue haha ='( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always felt i tripped over my words too easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always too rehearsed and caught off guard most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when this quite rare job opportunity came about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess it pretty much made me feel that maybe i just dont give myself enough credit that i actually should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;patspats good job belicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways! cheerleading has been well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mix of good and bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i surprise myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i dont surprise myself (i find myself falling from the stunt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess its just motivates me even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interesting note: my pwc interviewers were endlessly amused by the fact i was in cheerleading. in fact i did think that they didnt quite take me very seriously after that. but somehow, i guess it was memorable? HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall continue fighting for the really strong core and the flexibility =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall paste a photo here for motivation that I CAN DO HIGHER LEVEL STUNTS DEN THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3nnDJhM9xk/TszuQyP4CwI/AAAAAAAAAto/R3FI4M6qNCY/s1600/375817_10150445580959416_628754415_10446354_1592855795_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3nnDJhM9xk/TszuQyP4CwI/AAAAAAAAAto/R3FI4M6qNCY/s400/375817_10150445580959416_628754415_10446354_1592855795_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678175202341030658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i purposely choose the very chui one which evidently shows i got lazy legs (means leaning more weight on one leg) to remind myself to stop KILLING MY BASES =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;another interesting thing to note is i found a doppelganger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iN5SkC57X8Y/TszvEp6BLGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/7Sr7jrOugLg/s400/384920_10150361218421643_538296642_8626045_416124046_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678176093455068258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5j-cQYpnpFU/TszvEinx_GI/AAAAAAAAAuA/v5dlvSh7Dng/s1600/307349_10150381955475746_521465745_9874632_691823255_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5j-cQYpnpFU/TszvEinx_GI/AAAAAAAAAuA/v5dlvSh7Dng/s400/307349_10150381955475746_521465745_9874632_691823255_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678176091499527266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to which my unsympathetic friends said, "see bel. u can be pretty if you upgrade your fashion sense" HOW NICE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally on the brightest note of all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM GOING TO USA WITH MY FAT HUNNY BUNNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disneyland, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vegas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coach coach coach, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kate spade kate spade - damm u dont judge me. i dont take bimbotic photos with my kate spade bag, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOADS OF MAKEUPPP - yes i know i have been lazy i haven been putting my damm makeup but IM ADDICTED TO HOARDING THEM! and i finally get to change my 2 year old mascara - i wonder why im not blind yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loads of skincare - my skin looks like a kid going through puberty dammittt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walmart!! - i studied you for all my casestudies im going to go to a walmart and shop the necessities out of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. peace. i will now work my ass off like a dog to make sure i can shop like a lunatic there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always have strong ing ann to carry the loot &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8220924889964454137?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8220924889964454137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8220924889964454137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6711500142597909046</id><published>2011-10-30T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:28:25.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are certain things that just resonate like a ringing bell within in&lt;div&gt;making u believe its possible to turn back the clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only den do you snap back to reality, realising that it would never be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really wasted my 3 years in hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;building friendships that i destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and building my hopes high for relationships that didnt last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6711500142597909046?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1910621505847900184</id><published>2011-10-28T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:04:38.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know whether ull ever read this but &lt;div&gt;well its been 1-2 years of memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are things that i absolutely abhor about u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and memories that will always stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember i said give us time and it didnt happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now when the wounds are finally beginning to seal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, lets just say, it isnt the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will always remember u as a friend that i was absolutely dependent on who pushed all my wrong buttons and yet, in a way, thank you for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on to brighter side! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absolutely love cheerleading =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just love the enthusiasm of the girls and guys! and especially my new found base - ZHENGGUANG! thank you for always stunting with me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets just the toss to hands right =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not faring too well in aces! but im glad i went there cos it made me a lot more determined as a person to try harder in what im passionate to achieve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im going to learn dancing too! from gloria! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY I CAN LOOK SEXY PLS =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i got the slim tummy i should go dance all the slutty kpop dances (HAHA i can see shuyi's gaping mouth at this comment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im going to play darts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGOSH i can round the clock pls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW AWESOME CAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never did round the clock EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im going get the 6 packs outline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GYM GYM GYM and INTERVALS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fit belly for the win =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for always being there for me my fat cupcake ingann, zhuo hao, vanny tanny and many others! u make me feel like being upset is not an option =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1910621505847900184?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1910621505847900184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1910621505847900184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really just move ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1271383789841035581?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1271383789841035581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1271383789841035581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1271383789841035581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1271383789841035581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-at-least-i-tried-u-were-right.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5126776307719909032</id><published>2011-10-26T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:54:34.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are certain periods of my life i miss&lt;div&gt;certain periods of my life i wanna erase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only certain memories werent so painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until today i still wonder why you had to ruin it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5126776307719909032?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3558944425408050080</id><published>2011-10-23T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:07:15.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally understand why people in aces crack under pressure&lt;br /&gt;i finally feel it now&lt;div&gt;the feeling of starting off supposedly more experienced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet being surpassed so easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feeling just sits so heavily in ur heart that it beginning to hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every day you try to train that little bit more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u start to wonder whether its even enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even if u begin to ache under the intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wonder whether it really brings you results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucks to be the worst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just never imagined it would hurt this bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres so much that has to be done that hasnt yet been done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet the only thing now thats really on my mind is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i really trying my best? is this really my limit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i think it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe im just not good enough for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3558944425408050080?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3558944425408050080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3558944425408050080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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with my cheerleading training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and somehow another day begins again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joined the school cheerleading team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something i guess i always wanted to try but never thought i was up to it (im still not quite there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my coach told me to just go for it and mentioned im not that for no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so despite my clumsy falls and inability to get the stunts up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even the ability of stretching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i stuck around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping that i will magically improve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trainings are fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they suck every bit of life force out of u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never understood how cheerleading could be tiring but now i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much changes in my life style to perform and so much more self improvement to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll get there. somehow. cos for the first time in my life i think i actually want to fight for smthing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4784976026998004272?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4784976026998004272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4784976026998004272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4784976026998004272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4784976026998004272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hardly-have-time-for-myself-life.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4759199875012069610</id><published>2011-09-11T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:25:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont waver under pressure. &lt;div&gt;be better den yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to be WAY better den myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4759199875012069610?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4759199875012069610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4759199875012069610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4759199875012069610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4759199875012069610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-waver-under-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4223387527636080771</id><published>2011-07-13T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:19:36.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random ramblings of a bored intern&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think about it sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to be a lousy mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first. i dont have talents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see those mummies who can play badminton or even table tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me? i have trouble even hitting the ball over the net for table tennis (wait i cant even serve) and i never get the backhand for badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant do musical instruments. i contribute that solely to my daddy and mummy. they didnt have that sort of talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im tone deaf. so i cant sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not even good at running or swimming which practically everyone can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd im good at mugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who likes a geek. as a mum. double whammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd im not a hot mummy - i suppose since im having wrinkles already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY WONT WANT ME AT MEET THE TEACHERS SESSION *WEEPS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th my sibling is boring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone HAS cool uncles. my brother is boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok maybe being a bachelor means he has more time to play with them. otherwise he is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th no one wants to be my child's godmum/dad YETT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoowwww! i always imagined that if i can have godparents, my kid will have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately everyone speaks of my kids in horror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shuyi says she cant imagine little belicias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th my parents are as boring as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have boring parents and boring grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i weep for my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. this is a ridiculous entry but it makes me smile and feel sad all at the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4223387527636080771?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4223387527636080771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4223387527636080771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4223387527636080771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4223387527636080771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-ramblings-of-bored-intern-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4647957385141845969</id><published>2011-07-11T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:40:55.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>workout = lose more weight = feel more fit = look more energetic = can fit into clothes = no need to sell clothes = save money&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please belicia, start working out =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4647957385141845969?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4647957385141845969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4647957385141845969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4647957385141845969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4647957385141845969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/07/workout-lose-more-weight-feel-more-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1803593798750389878</id><published>2011-05-25T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:19:28.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUzAQkZ15Hk/Td0O6fafwfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZPCjs_CYQVk/s400/IMG_0006.JPG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i think ing ann is mad. i really think he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before he got attached to me, he got me pudding (that sad looking bear on the left which i didnt love very much becos hes not as cuddly as my big bear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i asked him one day how much did he cost cos he complains i dont love it that much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he told me 60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i almost died. i rather have the 60 dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kidding la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway cos im so upset with work. im going to do a stupid entry on this obsession me and ing ann has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;collecting toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the left - pudding (the grey unhuggable bear), bear (from fren), chubby (small version of the white cupido), cupie (the real deal - cupido), stupid lion (cos ing ann thinks he looks stupid and he always get stuck at the side of my bed for some reason. got him at cy bday party), my lovely bear bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEnSZyRjQ6w/Td0Ne51-ZqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xLfQr0_1M0k/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610655535347951266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUzAQkZ15Hk/Td0O6fafwfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZPCjs_CYQVk/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610657108801339890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my anniversary present! i call him puchingko! ing ann loves him to bits. he embarrasses himself everyday in front of my roomie by baby talking to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsxTuCIXlC0/Td0Neue9e9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/SPi7TxmfAXs/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsxTuCIXlC0/Td0Neue9e9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/SPi7TxmfAXs/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610655532298632146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new addition from taiwan! calling him puchie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fe_u1WkOiMs/Td0NeHvynrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/S0Vnhk-i-jE/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fe_u1WkOiMs/Td0NeHvynrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/S0Vnhk-i-jE/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610655521900240562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha. i once called ing ann fat chick cos i saw this epicly adorable photo of a chick frantically flapping its wings but it was too fat to fly. somehow the fatness reminded me of ing ann. so there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway so when he went to taiwan he saw a fat chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he promptly went to catch it and now its mine =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i feel i have no space on my bed cos my toys take up too much space. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1803593798750389878?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1803593798750389878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1803593798750389878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1803593798750389878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1803593798750389878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-i-think-ing-ann-is-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEnSZyRjQ6w/Td0Ne51-ZqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xLfQr0_1M0k/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-766140026922777257</id><published>2011-04-30T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:55:36.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icoGnuYIgqM/Tbrs9e0YY5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/QK_gip7sL-4/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icoGnuYIgqM/Tbrs9e0YY5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/QK_gip7sL-4/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601049627577574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPtbv5v6Ujk/Tbrs8-SlqrI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4pggFADS5S0/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPtbv5v6Ujk/Tbrs8-SlqrI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4pggFADS5S0/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601049618845903538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFiXlPQgsM0/Tbrs8w0SMtI/AAAAAAAAAss/IlT9Tej7k0k/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFiXlPQgsM0/Tbrs8w0SMtI/AAAAAAAAAss/IlT9Tej7k0k/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601049615229137618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy bday my fat thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even though ur bday present and celebration was so practical and predictable (cos you threw a childish tantrum when i didnt want to tell u what im giving u) and safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im glad u enjoyed every bit of it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you for the ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i still recall celebrating ur bday with school cheesecake my gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEAPO XX CAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still! lets celebrate many more bdays together u old fat blob! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-766140026922777257?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/766140026922777257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=766140026922777257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/766140026922777257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/766140026922777257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-bday-my-fat-thing-even-though-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icoGnuYIgqM/Tbrs9e0YY5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/QK_gip7sL-4/s72-c/IMG_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7497427148617532419</id><published>2011-04-27T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:01:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously. people think they know so much about politics. &lt;div&gt;honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you pay for what u vote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make sure u stick with ur decision for 5 years and dont complain about what you get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people get easily swayed by short term failures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not saying opposition is BAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just saying, short term failures is not going to be corrected by uncertainty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is not for certain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos dont u dare complain when the result is out and u start wishing for the old days cos u vote for what u get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the opposition has done so far is to nitpick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have come up with plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they focused more on nitpicking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must say its damm bloody smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos they have no track record&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honestly some results please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u show me u can do it i will vote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just by reading opposition writings doesnt make u more knowledgeable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just makes u more biased &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7497427148617532419?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7497427148617532419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7497427148617532419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7497427148617532419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7497427148617532419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1914573572355954010</id><published>2011-04-09T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:41:37.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone is having their happily ever that sometimes u tend to rush into it as well&lt;div&gt;i quarrelled with poor little ing ann over the most irrelevant thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA dont judge me ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im most of the time REASONABLE and NICE to my bf ok?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhows, you know the HDB fever has gotten into all couples recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe so for my cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i thought maybe i should talk to him about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i think even though he thinks hes super mature and far sighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is quite jialak like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, i just follow the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so not quite a good combination when ure trying to talk about the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess despite all the widespread notion that happily ever after has to end with getting a flat, getting married yadayadayada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think it really applies to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least not in the near future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still enjoy our immature talk with each other most =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happily ever after happens when u probably least expect it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a separate note. i just realised i only knew ing ann for less den a month before dating him! OH MY GOSH! whatever happened to the unstated 1/2 getting to know ur future partner rule? whatever happened to thinking before u date a person?! i'm half horrified half amused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol but nonetheless its nice having ing ann around =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1914573572355954010?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1914573572355954010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1914573572355954010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1914573572355954010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1914573572355954010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/04/everyone-is-having-their-happily-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7052835439646659566</id><published>2011-03-27T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T02:29:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes dwelling on it a little longer makes me find that maybe sometimes friendships are a little less fulfilling now&lt;div&gt;we are just sometimes more interested in other stuff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a little random thought that has been circulating in my mind for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7052835439646659566?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7052835439646659566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7052835439646659566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7052835439646659566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7052835439646659566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-dwelling-on-it-little-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-946097372278768182</id><published>2011-03-19T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:42:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i felt inspired to blog again today. &lt;div&gt;anyway. a great deal of stuff has happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess firstly was the internship. it was a period of downness i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos it was a bit like i didnt really know what i wan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt dare to try anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the only one i tried for felt rather lousy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god is good. he gave me grant thorthon which was really my first choice for auditing companies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. but man is greedy right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had offers from standard chartered and KPMG in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like... hmm. actually i really wanted the bank and KPMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. but i guess things happen for a reason? so well. im just looking forward to internship anyhow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. cheerleading. i guess i haven really talked about it for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smhow i dont feel as lousy as i was before already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a period of time the feeling was quite sucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i was neither strong enough to be a really good midtier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor light or short enough to be a flyer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically i didnt have much to do in cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now its really alot better cos i feel im finally gaining the confidence to do the stunts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and kerry allows me ample opportunity to try out the group stunts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically i get to learn all the group stunts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway im pretty much quite tired out this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep cheonging work like crazy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! its bad that i cant live with mr yeo ing ann either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we ALWAYS go out. hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now im cheonging my work. ERGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me luck for my xiong week ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-946097372278768182?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/946097372278768182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=946097372278768182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/946097372278768182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/946097372278768182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2596992751120007695</id><published>2011-03-17T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:46:38.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall post a fuyan blog post!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. this is another epic food hunt that ing ann and I (SEE I GOT IT RIGHT THIS TIME) has been addicted to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAMEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvRTCiRk5pw/TYHIk5FiNEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/HIDfsI9fGvE/s400/IMG_3788.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584965549041005634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is midnight ramen at orchard plaza. very good and quite affordable! the NOODLES IS JUST ZAI! u absolutely have to try the cold ramen. it was my first try! i loved it! but i just basically dont really like cold stuff as meals. so i didnt finish it. but it tasted so heavenly ok!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjoaaRaix7Y/TYHIkrzAosI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Y8R83pd8w9M/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjoaaRaix7Y/TYHIkrzAosI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Y8R83pd8w9M/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584965545473647298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was IPPUDO. this is the ramen i had. i must say that it was not as good as the one below! super zai. the soup is revolutionary. once u eat it, u will know how crappy ajisen ramen is!! i wonder how people ever stomach ajisen!! its so bad! i used to think ramen were all bad cos of ajisen. but after ippudo i changed my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePTzE_s-seo/TYHIkXyEJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/17vwZoHnWmM/s1600/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePTzE_s-seo/TYHIkXyEJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/17vwZoHnWmM/s400/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584965540100974466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IPPUDO - if u dont try it, u haven tried ramen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTYqoEfuYbo/TYHIj3lTeZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/syyWcbxgFAc/s1600/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTYqoEfuYbo/TYHIj3lTeZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/syyWcbxgFAc/s400/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584965531457517970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is santoko at central mall. SUPER GOOD. mega pricey though. its pricer den IPPUDO! but the servings are generous! I took the shio one and ing ann took the miso. miso is thicker. shio is more refreshing. depends on ur preference. but what u definitely have to try is the pig cheeks! i usually dont take the meat for ramen cos im super fussy over my meat! but this. THIS WAS THE ONLY EXCEPTION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vccL2PHd9Qg/TYHIjsKQa4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/vZxrpCI0aCw/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vccL2PHd9Qg/TYHIjsKQa4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/vZxrpCI0aCw/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584965528391281538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. i shall try more ramen soon and let u all know. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2596992751120007695?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2596992751120007695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2596992751120007695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2596992751120007695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2596992751120007695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-shall-post-fuyan-blog-post-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvRTCiRk5pw/TYHIk5FiNEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/HIDfsI9fGvE/s72-c/IMG_3788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5307465647481453280</id><published>2010-12-24T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:38:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSg67JJiKI/AAAAAAAAAro/7CQS9KNWHfc/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;i haven blogged in the longest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhows! i decided that i should blog about smthing that i would look back one day and laugh on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so its about me and ing ann's crazy addiction for bubble tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if one day we ever get bored of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will look back and remember how random and crazy we used to be =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it all started with KOI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never understood the craze of bubble tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day me and my hall mates had some impt project presentation to MCYS people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were in toa payoh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to celebrate our success, all of them wanted to get this thing called KOI bubble tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never knew what it was - i just knew it was fa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mous overpriced milk tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nonetheless i queued up mad long and bought me and ing ann two cups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even before we knew it, we were hooked - i swear it was the pearls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSgvSZFv5I/AAAAAAAAArA/cHcb2rVXQIg/s400/IPHONEPHOTOS%2B058.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554240974706032530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;heres a photo of one of the many times we drank koi bubble tea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but soon after, both of us who are avid stalkers of xiaxue for cheap geeky entertainment (yes we have no life outside each other sadly) found her raving about gong cha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ing ann suggested the most preposterous thing, "LET GO GET IT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok may i remind u how crazy this is cos ing ann has always struck me as a rational person and well for one, he doesnt drink SWEET stuff at all last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im always swept away by his rise for the occasion spirit *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont ask why im just a follower*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon we were hooked onto gong cha and its numerous pea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rls - there was the white pearl and the black pearl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSgvscB_LI/AAAAAAAAArI/1fsK5m81Bak/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554240981697690802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;heres a photo of our first gong cha - we were so proud we lifted our butts off his chair in clementi and drove all the way to novena &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately, even as we celebrated it expansion into ps, the joy was shortlived as the quality was shoddy - no proper quality assurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our loyalty soon dissipated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U would have thought we gave up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we heard of eskimo from frens - we googled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it relentlessly to find out its branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tada! it was at dhoby exchange our usual date night location&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hunted it down and excitedly ordered the milk tea and dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were in love all over again - with the milk tea of cos not each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSgv-KN92I/AAAAAAAAArQ/7YoVEMdjidQ/s400/IMG_0370.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554240986454816610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that wasnt enough, when we scoured nex for dessert (i gained so much weight with him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we spotted this new tea shop apparently from taiwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we saw the snaking queue and like all brainless singaporeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we fell for it hook line and sinker - plus the camelia pink pearls with an eyecatching billboard announcing its health benefits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so great, we found our new love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSgwPwQr9I/AAAAAAAAArY/CgxhXIZL_zk/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554240991177781202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats the story of me and ing ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we always wanna do something EPIC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we outperform everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from hunting for bubble tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to eating the famous mellbon crab &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to going for 2 movies in a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i think its plain crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but most of the time im just so happy to be with him =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you for tolerating me for 7months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. and well! i was mega happy with his xmas present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that funny boy scoured coach and boasted to his frens about how he found the perfect present under budget cos of the sales!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just love the mint color! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSgwSI6m7I/AAAAAAAAArg/jgCa-cCYF_0/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he finally rid of his AH TIONG NTU jacket cos i got him a new adidas jacket =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSiKW2pa-I/AAAAAAAAArw/8_61DzvXlq8/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TRSgvSZFv5I/AAAAAAAAArA/cHcb2rVXQIg/s72-c/IPHONEPHOTOS%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4082445687558488082</id><published>2010-12-06T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:38:03.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cos my friends complain that i dont blog enough...&lt;br /&gt;here it goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently mugging in this mega northpole freezing cold styled seminar room in NBS (no wonder foreigners wear jackets in our seminar rooms even though they strut around with mini skirts in their countries during winter)&lt;br /&gt;hurhur&lt;br /&gt;anw this is going to be a mega random post so the thoughts may spew out incoherent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking about alot of things&lt;br /&gt;how i always cant seem to cope with stress&lt;br /&gt;and well this semester couldnt get worst but somehow what helped was that actually despite alot of things, the friends whom u have will never change =) and i really mean that =)&lt;br /&gt;there were things that warmed my heart immensely when i heard about it&lt;br /&gt;i guess in a way even though there are things that go way wrong, theres really alot more in the flip side that u cant see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, u know really competitiveness can make people stoop so low&lt;br /&gt;i was way turned off this sem and i promise myself that i will work so hard ON MY OWN so i can prove to everyone that u dont need to do stuff like that to get ur first class&lt;br /&gt;honestly its a big turn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly cant wait for holidays cos wells, theres really so much i wanna do and so many people i wanna catch up with =) i cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4082445687558488082?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4082445687558488082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4082445687558488082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4082445687558488082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4082445687558488082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/12/cos-my-friends-complain-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8428582117535837231</id><published>2010-11-07T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:57:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the days where u feel really terrible and no one at all understands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8428582117535837231?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8428582117535837231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are days i look into the dart room and really think about the old days how everyone used to dart together&lt;br /&gt;i can still hear everyone's voices "check!", "down to 5", "dammit cannot check out!"&lt;br /&gt;even as i run&lt;br /&gt;i still remember how i was always lagging behind everyone&lt;br /&gt;and slowly catching up as the frequency of runs increases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breaks me apart from inside&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea that the nightmare from exam period was still not yet over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could say im sorry and everything will be magically be alright&lt;br /&gt;i will i was as strong as my frens but im not. i still miss everything&lt;br /&gt;i still miss everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i say sorry will it be sufficient? cos im really tired of fighting&lt;br /&gt;im not as strong or as hard hearted as u think i am when i left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smtimes i wonder if i just totally give up&lt;br /&gt;will someone just tell me what to do cos im just too lost 2nd guessing all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5731734084658657084?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5731734084658657084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5731734084658657084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5731734084658657084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5731734084658657084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/10/emotionally-im-faring-pretty-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5779206489394360588</id><published>2010-10-24T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:10:23.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont be weak.&lt;br /&gt;but i falter far too many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5779206489394360588?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5779206489394360588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>tiredness and disappointment wells up&lt;br /&gt;i dont think u understood as well&lt;br /&gt;what i truly meant by nostalgia of a frenship, just a frenship without expectations&lt;br /&gt;or changes for the better - does it really apply to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my position&lt;br /&gt;i have no right to judge or to complain&lt;br /&gt;but i do perhaps have the right/inability to control the swell of emotions within me&lt;br /&gt;ive always been a nostalgic person&lt;br /&gt;i thought you might be able to understand or perhaps at least sympathise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think today, i finally really am ready to take the journey forward&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter the destination, i guess ultimately its the journey that matters&lt;br /&gt;i promised ing ann im going to try to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;and i believe i will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5831498580397513646</id><published>2010-10-22T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:34:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of the worst days of my life&lt;br /&gt;im writing this here cos i as much as i will be putting down this baggage, i dont want ever to forget life lessons to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i confronted the person with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;he said dont be too nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;i stared on at the screen wishing it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt;yes dont be nostalgic, cos he who said he still wanted to be best friends has no more use for a person who has no more value&lt;br /&gt;he continued on to insist he still wanted to be frens&lt;br /&gt;every bit of that half truth cut just as deep as a lie&lt;br /&gt;even when he continued on to say he was interested in someone else and said that he has no right to force his feelings on her&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help but think back about just one year back when i told his i really treasured his frenship&lt;br /&gt;he said its either all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;even as i wrote hte words with a light heart, i cried for reasons i cant explain&lt;br /&gt;prolly nostalgia i guess&lt;br /&gt;i was disgusted at myself&lt;br /&gt;disgusted for getting so hurt over a fren who has hurt me so many times over and yet not considering the feelings of ing ann who is the man i truly loved and hope to spend a future with&lt;br /&gt;even as he continued to apologise for what had happened&lt;br /&gt;the remorse feel belated, and at best rubbing salt on wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure he has changed alot for the better&lt;br /&gt;he probably would make a very good fren to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;im thankful for life lessons&lt;br /&gt;i thankful i took one year to learn this lesson cos im stupid i need the hurt to sink in to finally get the idea&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame him cos i only have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as the night grew old&lt;br /&gt;i and a good old fren drove out to a semi jetty like place&lt;br /&gt;and as i poured my disconnected thoughts to him&lt;br /&gt;i controlled my emotions&lt;br /&gt;he told me life is unfair&lt;br /&gt;cos what did a cancer patient do to deserve what he did? or a down syndrome child?&lt;br /&gt;and the silence that followed was defeaning&lt;br /&gt;did i deserve to be treated this way by u from the start?&lt;br /&gt;did i deserve to be the one always apologising about the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;with a heavy heart i went back to hall&lt;br /&gt;played truth and dare with frens&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt want to spill anything about my life&lt;br /&gt;i drank 1 whole cup of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;my head began to whirl very slow&lt;br /&gt;but i was still conscious my head pregnant with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and even as emotions overwhelmed me in my semi srunken stupor, i controlled my tears cos i didnt want to cry over nothing anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog entry is entirely biased and im pretty sure people who are his frens will be happy&lt;br /&gt;even as i and zh talked about relationships&lt;br /&gt;i said smthing that i said to all my frens and heard so many times&lt;br /&gt;" we must live better, we must love ourselves more, and treasure everything we have now"&lt;br /&gt;i have ing ann, the best bf is the world to me, my roomie who flirts with guys while im emo talking with her (im joking), and really reliable frens that fly down just when i told them i need a ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;live well ive never seen u this strong, this independent&lt;br /&gt;i will strive to live my life way better den the tattered mess uve seen me in&lt;br /&gt;ill be a different person&lt;br /&gt;i must thank u, cos u a life changing fren&lt;br /&gt;i hope i never have to see u or hear about u ever again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5831498580397513646?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5831498580397513646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5831498580397513646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5831498580397513646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5831498580397513646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-was-one-of-worst-days-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4759494667942605552</id><published>2010-10-19T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:54:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its quite sad how some ppl can promise the world and deliver nothing&lt;br /&gt;i should have just let things remain the way they were and stop being sentimental&lt;br /&gt;i will rid of that nagging feeling of what-it-was-like-in-the-past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4759494667942605552?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3553157615693880661</id><published>2010-10-08T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:24:22.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes u can feel it breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;yet u cant stop it&lt;br /&gt;all u can do is make it worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i get this de ja vu feeling back again&lt;br /&gt;i think i should have known&lt;br /&gt;maybe i already knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its not that i dont want to believe&lt;br /&gt;its just that sometimes it feels too fragile&lt;br /&gt;and just too untested&lt;br /&gt;thats why the moment the context has changed&lt;br /&gt;smhow we get so easily innudated by it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5735945105184900902</id><published>2010-09-29T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:12:47.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vulgarities are just a sign of weakness most of the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5735945105184900902?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5735945105184900902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5735945105184900902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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least i know that i didnt make the other party embarrassed like f on fb&lt;br /&gt;i had at least that amount of respect for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ruining EVERYTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7603176825465106349?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7603176825465106349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7603176825465106349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7603176825465106349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7603176825465106349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3449658226704000873</id><published>2010-09-29T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:48:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i rather let it be this way&lt;br /&gt;let the whole world think im the bitch who let u down&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to rely on anyone whose entire gang hates me&lt;br /&gt;im not such an f-ing wimp&lt;br /&gt;i have my own dignity&lt;br /&gt;and im tired for living the way people want to live&lt;br /&gt;just screw it la&lt;br /&gt;if u wan to be a fren, be a normal fren&lt;br /&gt;and not someone who forces me to do smthing that im uncomfortable with&lt;br /&gt;havent there been enough damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im an f-ing wimp for posting it up here&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time at least i dont go posting it on fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt i try to treat politely?&lt;br /&gt;fml&lt;br /&gt;every f-ing thing i do get f-ing judged&lt;br /&gt;dont call me vulgar&lt;br /&gt;i have every right to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3449658226704000873?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3449658226704000873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3449658226704000873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3449658226704000873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3449658226704000873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-rather-let-it-be-this-way-let-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6765801235297826925</id><published>2010-09-29T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:29:25.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes. i feel that no matter how hard i try in hall&lt;br /&gt;its like whatever i do is wrong&lt;br /&gt;even though i had the most fruitful times in hall&lt;br /&gt;i had the worst of experiences&lt;br /&gt;whether it was politics, relationships or just work&lt;br /&gt;and smtimes even when u sincerely try to explain urself, no one really listens&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it just takes so much courage just to stand and pretend it doesnt matter even though ure crumbling inside&lt;br /&gt;and all it takes for them, is to judge u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6765801235297826925?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6765801235297826925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6765801235297826925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6765801235297826925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6765801235297826925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5745397230246810418</id><published>2010-08-07T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:13:53.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after  my internship - crazy crazy internship hurhur,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i finally started to really start on the stuff i wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;began with POWER STRETCH which was from a company that my brother goes  for dance&lt;br /&gt;i heard they were good and I really wanted to pick up something so I  went to sign up&lt;br /&gt;it was impulsive but i dont regret it&lt;br /&gt;the first lesson i totally died - within 1/2h i was faint and dizzy&lt;br /&gt;the aunties twice my age, some twice my size were still effortless in  action while i retired&lt;br /&gt;but they were mega frenly and encouraging&lt;br /&gt;for 3 days, i couldnt walk down stair properly HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd lesson - my teacher said i was GOOD! yay! thanks to pilates +  yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for true yoga too!&lt;br /&gt;and wow it was mega good. its not super strenous like powerstretch but  each session is a great workout&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY enjoyed it! and im definitely going to go for more next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i went for scrapbooking with darling!&lt;br /&gt;haha! the story about how he decided to join me is both sad and funny at  the same time!&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, he was actually MEGA good ok!&lt;br /&gt;i must say that between my first draft and his.... his was WAY better&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh right?!&lt;br /&gt;but of cos with the magic hands of our trainers, both of ours looked  fantastic ok!&lt;br /&gt;and we are going to exchange for our 3rd monthsary pressie!&lt;br /&gt;it was really mega fun!&lt;br /&gt;he secretly admitted to me that he was gian to do more!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! its fun ok!&lt;br /&gt;anww! i got my daddy to sponsor my mega expensive next scrapbooking  course cos i really loved it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently been slacking alot at YIA's place&lt;br /&gt;watching liars game and all sorts of movies&lt;br /&gt;somehow we can spend 25hours together in a day and never get bored of  each other&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. but I'm damm lazy - if I want to sleep, I want to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;anyhows! its been a GREAT 3 months =)&lt;br /&gt;my parents love u! his parents.. hmm.. i think they love me abit at  least? =D&lt;br /&gt;and hes always there for me - IM MEGA PAMPERED GF i admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend alot this month but I guess ultimately, thinking about it, u  live life only once!&lt;br /&gt;I have spend my 3months working! So I should reward myself!&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll regret it in the future if i don't enjoy myself now!&lt;br /&gt;tata! here are the photos!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wW-mm-tI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yd4wJhz-VQk/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wVesWEGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/kNb79QsR5fU/s1600/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wVesWEGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/kNb79QsR5fU/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502607465291059298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the teacher has arranged the photos for us, need to take photo to remember! OR ELSE CONFIRM FORMAT CUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wV05QELI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IBlz-XAnv1g/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wV05QELI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IBlz-XAnv1g/s400/IMG_1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502607471250772146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;busy handling the sticky dots to stick all the stuff on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wW-mm-tI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yd4wJhz-VQk/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wW-mm-tI/AAAAAAAAAqs/yd4wJhz-VQk/s400/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502607491036805842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS HIS MASTERPIECE! which belongs to me as a monthsary present! quite zai right! im so proud of him =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wWRlyLMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IXRA70emWHg/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wWRlyLMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IXRA70emWHg/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502607478953749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mine! wanted a vintage feel! but cant find the patterned papers! so i made it bright and cheery instead =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5745397230246810418?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5745397230246810418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5745397230246810418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5745397230246810418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5745397230246810418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-my-internship-crazy-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TF0wVesWEGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/kNb79QsR5fU/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6236186725986880413</id><published>2010-07-23T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:46:05.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes the knowledge of being imperfect incapacitates u&lt;br /&gt;makes u fear&lt;br /&gt;and makes u believe that just like in the past...&lt;br /&gt;ure really nothing much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for power stretch&lt;br /&gt;i shall be a rubber band (or a dead belly) by the time school starts!&lt;br /&gt;PAWNS lihui and her almighty yoga!&lt;br /&gt;haha - i am overspending the jingles fund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it, ive never really got down to learning/doing smthing&lt;br /&gt;i guess instead of talking about it, i should act on it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6236186725986880413?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6236186725986880413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6236186725986880413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6236186725986880413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6236186725986880413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-knowledge-of-being-imperfect.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5704709853670202963</id><published>2010-07-12T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:42:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish sometimes i was more understandable to others&lt;br /&gt;or maybe. i just wished someone would understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6082834156610086479</id><published>2010-07-09T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:49:31.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all that has happened&lt;br /&gt;the truth is&lt;br /&gt;i am regretting every bit of my folly in thinking i was being nice and maintaining the frenship&lt;br /&gt;it has been cruelty on my part&lt;br /&gt;for my stupidity and sheer insanity&lt;br /&gt;i apologise&lt;br /&gt;sincerely from the bottom of the heart&lt;br /&gt;i should have known it will turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;i was too convinced by your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret and blame myself for not listening to my frens harsh words to cut it off&lt;br /&gt;i tot i was being giving&lt;br /&gt;i was actually prolonging the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u were a person i trusted so much&lt;br /&gt;and i think u can testify to that&lt;br /&gt;but u crushed it time and time again&lt;br /&gt;im sorry. but i dont think ill ever forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;cos everytime i was left to pick up the broken pieces when u left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forced myself to smile when ppl teased us&lt;br /&gt;cos i cannot tell them ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im selfish&lt;br /&gt;but when i saw i could have a chance at happiness&lt;br /&gt;i immediately grabbed it&lt;br /&gt;cos i was so tired of this emotional baggage i had to carry myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wont even know the internal conflict inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;u know what, i think u can never comprehend how important it was to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry u cant forget&lt;br /&gt;but neither can i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will always carry that scar u left behind&lt;br /&gt;but this time im really determined to move forward&lt;br /&gt;im the person who has let u down&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to get away from the suffocated feeling of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of being emotionally drained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6082834156610086479?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6082834156610086479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6082834156610086479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6082834156610086479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6082834156610086479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-all-that-has-happened-truth-is-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7734560987664293259</id><published>2010-07-08T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:27:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TDVrO4rgjpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Pk67RsUep34/s1600/IMG_1210edited"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TDVrO4rgjpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Pk67RsUep34/s400/IMG_1210edited" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491413224125402770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TDVrxVP77BI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cwDZlC7n3Oo/s1600/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TDVrxVP77BI/AAAAAAAAAqE/cwDZlC7n3Oo/s400/edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491413815909936146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my 21st bday&lt;br /&gt;many things that could go wrong, went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but well. u know im really glad i had my frens who stood there with me through it all&lt;br /&gt;simone - thank you for going all the way just to get a battery for me. its only a simple bday and yet u did it for me. it really made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;mas van fizz - HAHA. thank you for being my women slaves for the day. i owe u guys SUPER alot. seriously. dinner on me next time. i really feel very loved =)&lt;br /&gt;darling - poor boy had to take the whole brunt of my emo-ness. lol! thank u for being there and sweating buckets for me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will edit the other photos soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stars screwed up a little&lt;br /&gt;different classes from my normal frens&lt;br /&gt;but u know the important thing i guess u really need to know what u want&lt;br /&gt;i guess this sem i really wanna work hard and stop feeling unprepared when i go into the exam hall =)&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. looking forward to after internship! HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7734560987664293259?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7734560987664293259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7734560987664293259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7734560987664293259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7734560987664293259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-had-my-21st-bday-many-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TDVrO4rgjpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Pk67RsUep34/s72-c/IMG_1210edited' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6983969286438027127</id><published>2010-06-16T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:53:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a long delayed post!&lt;br /&gt;but anw! really like to thank my long suffering bf - yeo ing ann for sticking with me despite everything&lt;br /&gt;u know my frens always say im a great girl fren but a nightmare gf&lt;br /&gt;and i think thats super true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since nat and a whole slew of problems in hall&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was always commitment shy&lt;br /&gt;and whenever there was pressure from work, family or commitments&lt;br /&gt;i always turned my back on the relationship&lt;br /&gt;and even though it was always my fault, he always coaxed me back every single time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really the first time in a relationship that i actually felt so pampered&lt;br /&gt;and so living for myself rather than for the other person&lt;br /&gt;i felt liberated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also nice in a way cos we are doing so many things together that i never did with my ex&lt;br /&gt;1. brotherhood bday dinners - hurhur. so weird. i felt like some tai tai going with hubby for some career event at some attas eating place.&lt;br /&gt;2. we go to henderson wave at whim - like i say, it would be nice to go there in the future! den he will say, den go lor! den we will drive there and walk through this mega thick forest just to reach the henderson wave panting3. his basketball matches and scream with his teammates about the good calls and bad calls and be his water girl - mega funny.&lt;br /&gt;4. i visit his parents at his house and chit chat with them&lt;br /&gt;5. he comes to my house to eat regularly. my mummy always ACCIDENTALLY cooked extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjUCVNssQI/AAAAAAAAAps/cQ1X1jNulQk/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjUCVNssQI/AAAAAAAAAps/cQ1X1jNulQk/s200/IMG_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365682843005186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;haha. teaching him how to fold stars cos he dont know how to fold! while i camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjUCDwuVPI/AAAAAAAAApk/o1VhnPKb1So/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjUCDwuVPI/AAAAAAAAApk/o1VhnPKb1So/s200/IMG_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365678158075122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pigging out at daily scoop after his basketball match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjTiHrcN_I/AAAAAAAAApc/xwlh-04t5Zw/s1600/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjTiHrcN_I/AAAAAAAAApc/xwlh-04t5Zw/s200/IMG_0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365129453844466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a million of unglam photos of u! u cannot break up with me now or ill release them all on FB! haha! this is during his bb match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjThk_wzeI/AAAAAAAAApU/h9BDLv09GsI/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjThk_wzeI/AAAAAAAAApU/h9BDLv09GsI/s200/IMG_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365120143838690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before tai tai gathering with his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjTgpNG9tI/AAAAAAAAApM/tWRllPJZzsw/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjTgpNG9tI/AAAAAAAAApM/tWRllPJZzsw/s200/IMG_0743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365104093689554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saigang warrior! PEEL MY CRAB NOW! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjTgfpDJqI/AAAAAAAAApE/mXQPpMxYLQs/s1600/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjTgfpDJqI/AAAAAAAAApE/mXQPpMxYLQs/s200/IMG_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365101526525602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did i mention ill get fat with him?! i told him not to buy anything MORE after what i bought and den he go get chilicrab. we almost died from fatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not be the best girlfren&lt;br /&gt;but i thank you for always staying around for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;and me will try my best for u ok!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! ok. im entitled to as many tantrums as i wish for this month right?!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thank you the rest for tolerating my mushy nonsense! once in awhile ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6983969286438027127?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6983969286438027127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6983969286438027127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6983969286438027127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6983969286438027127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-long-delayed-post-but-anw.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/TBjUCVNssQI/AAAAAAAAAps/cQ1X1jNulQk/s72-c/IMG_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2842252038301046475</id><published>2010-06-15T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:48:28.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighs.&lt;br /&gt;u know the worst thing is that ure not even entitled to be upset and breakdown&lt;br /&gt;when the weight of everything comes crashing down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2842252038301046475?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2842252038301046475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2842252038301046475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2842252038301046475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2842252038301046475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/06/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5325605229283402246</id><published>2010-06-08T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:16:59.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a random tot.&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss how simple everything was back then&lt;br /&gt;u live for urself&lt;br /&gt;u dont judge&lt;br /&gt;and dont stand to be judged&lt;br /&gt;but everything has changed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. ill update with a happier blog entry later.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a random tot to wrap up all the things that have happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5325605229283402246?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5325605229283402246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5325605229283402246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5325605229283402246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5325605229283402246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-random-tot.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6370119898618978624</id><published>2010-05-22T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:14:03.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long journey&lt;br /&gt;university that is&lt;br /&gt;i have made so many so many mistakes that smtimes i cant even count them myself&lt;br /&gt;i just felt i owe a dedicated apology to smone&lt;br /&gt;putting myself in his shoes, i think i prolly would have gone crazy, hated and despised me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i do look like im going on fine&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it might scare u since we were so much of each others life then&lt;br /&gt;as much as it is not easy for u, it is not easy for me&lt;br /&gt;there are days i wake up, berating myself for what ive done&lt;br /&gt;the guilt gnaws at me till today&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven let myself sufficiently grieve over it&lt;br /&gt;its theoretically not correct&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to let u know, it was important to me while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;i did really regard u as high priority&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always feel a tinge of regret that i didnt do what was SUPPOSED to be right at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;i guess if i did, life would have been alot easier for us now&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, ive let u down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, life buzzes on like a busy bee. smtimes i find it difficult to breathe if not for the fact that i have a caring bf next to me right now&lt;br /&gt;thank u for being there for me too =)&lt;br /&gt;and for my frens, thank you for not giving up on me and giving me the support to pull thru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6370119898618978624?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1431363024476300444</id><published>2010-05-04T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:05:24.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word. busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my exam tm&lt;br /&gt;5th. date with roomie to conquer all the new shopping malls - that ulu girl haven go 313!&lt;br /&gt;6th. meeting with committee members and hopefully drama watching with yia!&lt;br /&gt;7th. watching movie with yia and moving out of hall!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8th. presentation of our maxar event to youngchangemakers grant. give us money please! and evonnes party. in her words "its my post party clubbing event. how can bel not go". emos.&lt;br /&gt;9th. iron man with xj?!&lt;br /&gt;10th. committee meeting ALL DAY and den sponsor meetings. lethargic!&lt;br /&gt;11th-13th. byebye singapore hello msia&lt;br /&gt;17th. work starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i actually really wanted to spend some fruitful time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;and family =(&lt;br /&gt;but alright. i guess im geared for the challenge of minimal sleep and maximum pressure!&lt;br /&gt;2.5 months i think =(&lt;br /&gt;and den ill take a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand =) im really feeling quite excited about my bday - like finally&lt;br /&gt;cos i dont know! i feel its like really remembering my life as i exist for like 20year and 364 days to be exact =)&lt;br /&gt;and well.... thru it all, i really just suddenly feel so blessed to be standing here today!&lt;br /&gt;im really looking forward to it =)&lt;br /&gt;its exhilarating. i think i just feel that suddenly im living a new life =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1431363024476300444?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6004981576359228669</id><published>2010-05-03T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:14:03.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel i dont deserve this. but let me relish the moment while it lasts =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6004981576359228669?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6004981576359228669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6004981576359228669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6004981576359228669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6004981576359228669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-i-dont-deserve-this.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6926885120645505114</id><published>2010-04-07T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:24:08.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;anw! just wanted to say im really very happy! cos i finally found like new frens in NBS!&lt;br /&gt;u know all along ive been feeling so like upset in NBS cos i feel my clique feels and thinks im dumb!&lt;br /&gt;yesh. so anw! my new frens are you zhi and ing ann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ing ann is like this giant in my communications class!&lt;br /&gt;den hes really very charismatic la! so i also dont know why he will talk to me&lt;br /&gt;ok i know - cos im the class rep!&lt;br /&gt;lol! but anyhow! we started talking cos hes really quite a nice chap!&lt;br /&gt;and i think he realised im quite crappy and not all that cold as i look!&lt;br /&gt;so its pretty amazing cos he really made me look at stuff from a different angle now!&lt;br /&gt;i guess cos hes pretty optimistic! anyhows! its nice chitchatting with him!&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel a little less anitsocial as i already am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youzhi! haha. i also dont know why we talked!&lt;br /&gt;oh cos we had this common fren. so we began to like ... hmmm. gossip behind his back?!&lt;br /&gt;lol! yeah. so well. its really pretty fun. and hes super gentlemanly&lt;br /&gt;well yep yep. i mean its pretty nice hanging ard him la cos hes not really like typical guys&lt;br /&gt;lol who the hell ask ppl to go toilet with him when hes a guy!&lt;br /&gt;ohmytians! haha&lt;br /&gt;anw yeah. owe him quite abit la. he always help me with my projects, take me out for destress(or distracting) meals - paid by him! tians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows! there are some side issues la. like a certain someone getting a little upset!&lt;br /&gt;but u know i really think they are just like good frens!&lt;br /&gt;and well i just enjoy having this frenship with them as i do with all of u! =D&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me happy to know theres just one additional fren out there who cares! u know? =D&lt;br /&gt;yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. work has been bad. so i shall end here and start mugging my ass off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7610091784392147800</id><published>2010-03-14T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:21:54.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. u know i used to always collect these little snippets of like why relationships that are seemingly so perfect (i.e. Boy and Girl are so compatible go wrong)&lt;br /&gt;and well. turns out whatever ive been hearing or conceptualising has some sense to it.&lt;br /&gt;read this~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="a0c44b92ed52676c85211a2a694797ca" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;KEY to a  LIFE-LONG, SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you fall in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like  their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn't hard. In fact, it was a  completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything.  That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; why it's called "FALLING" in love. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there;  doing nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; and then something happened TO YOU. Falling in love is a passive and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being  together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; the euphoria of love fades. It's a natural cycle of EVERY relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all),  touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's  idiosyncrasies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary  with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your partner might start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; asking, "Am I with the right person?" And as you reflect on the euphoria  of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with  someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; else. This is when relationships breakdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The key to succeeding in a relationship is NOT finding the right person; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; it's learning to love the person you found, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a  hobby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to  this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it. I'm  not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; years later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Because (READ THIS VERY CAREFULLY): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The key to succeeding in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Relationship is not finding the right person;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; it's learning to love the Person you FOUND. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And  most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are  specific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; relationships. If you know apply these laws, the results are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; predictable. Love is therefore a "DECISION". Not just a feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; REMEMBER THIS ALWAYS :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; God determines who walks into your life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and  who you refuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; to let GO!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know what! i absolutely agree.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its like when ure truly in love - u can forgive, u can forget =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other one from hehshyang as i was quoting about how my mother loves to dig up the past and scold me like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;" woman - there is no such thing as writing off bad debt. its always in the current liabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;man - we always forgive and forget. everything is written off in the income statement"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! sorry for the deep undertones of accounting concepts&lt;br /&gt;but yeah! i found that really true too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i guess in a way smtimes i just like to choose to ignore situations im in, so that i dont have to face them smhow.&lt;br /&gt;but its just that smtimes i feel so overjudged by so many people already&lt;br /&gt;u know i really feel smtimes even no matter what i do&lt;br /&gt;ill be in the wrong anyway&lt;br /&gt;so i just shall leave it as it is&lt;br /&gt;im jaded with this fragile emotion that have broken the hearts of so many, reconciled so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say&lt;br /&gt;everyone has freedom of choice&lt;br /&gt;but smtimes it feels that im one of the few out there with little freedom to choose so that everyone can enjoy utilitarian benefits&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i rather be just simple at times.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess this just sounds like mindless rantings to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;so tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7610091784392147800?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7610091784392147800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7610091784392147800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7610091784392147800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7610091784392147800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7593595651086135996</id><published>2010-03-09T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:15:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=(&lt;br /&gt;deep sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7593595651086135996?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7593595651086135996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7593595651086135996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7593595651086135996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7593595651086135996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/03/deep-sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8377269540806266585</id><published>2010-02-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:39:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha. oh my gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just chanced upon the most ridiculous thing ever. like really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its this book i used to have between my church frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me sara and esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha. how to say. we all fell out now in a very natural manner i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos one of them(lets call her A) used to like my ex and my other frens (B) ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who yup - as the story goes, were attached with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so apparently, it was pretty bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she never told us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess thats how frens fall apart huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they get attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah. anw. back to the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its like between me and B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and well we kind of write to each other - we were young den ok! sec 3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and hah. it basically frames the whole story of how i and nat got together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos u share stories with ur fren right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and omgosh. i was MEGA childish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol. its almost humiliating to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i guess the takeaway point is, it was a very sweet memory. in the past in the present and perhaps in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in a sad way, it reminds me of how time erodes frenship that u didnt invest enuf time and effort to keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8377269540806266585?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8377269540806266585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8377269540806266585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8377269540806266585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8377269540806266585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-566221215180521882</id><published>2010-02-21T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:39:30.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe im just too tired out from everything&lt;br /&gt;but ill walk away feeling alright cos i tried my best&lt;br /&gt;i dont need many frens. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i just need those who really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are some of them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/S4Du31SjIpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/IGkC0EFWXg4/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/S4Du31SjIpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/IGkC0EFWXg4/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440610992828654226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van bday was extremely enjoyable becos i was her designer! haha!&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty funny cos we were like still preparing all the way till like backup manpower had to come over and save the day&lt;br /&gt;and she loves our gift! HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;its a pretty camera we bots for her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/S4Du4BgWbsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bLTxzawpGlo/s1600-h/20141_483346755245_742920245_11152415_3466431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/S4Du4BgWbsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bLTxzawpGlo/s400/20141_483346755245_742920245_11152415_3466431_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440610996107767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh my gosh! i have only been like seeing evonne and shuyi!&lt;br /&gt;and i only meet like von in a million years for some reason =(&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;and when i talk to shuyi, its always about HALL!&lt;br /&gt;so well it was really great just to meet up with them all and gossips! heh!&lt;br /&gt;well i couldnt stay over! but i had fun talking with them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it made me think about alot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;i know my roomie has said it a 1000th of times&lt;br /&gt;but i just never really got it down into my numbskull head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"some frens, will always be great frens, no matter how little u all meet up. but the moment u all do, u just cant stop talking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well. while i have lost many frens, im glad to have known as many frens that would always been my GREAT frens despite how little we meet up =)&lt;br /&gt;loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well! time to run the rat race =)&lt;br /&gt;i must commend myself on being a little more hardworking this semester!&lt;br /&gt;so lets keep up the momentum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! haha! recently ive been quite vain - erhems.&lt;br /&gt;infected by the online shopping! cos everyone looks so pretty online and all know how to dress immaculately!&lt;br /&gt;rawr! and ive been binge eating so much tt i gained weight!&lt;br /&gt;so ive been moping in depression - yeah i know its stupid now =(&lt;br /&gt;but u know! when i saw this SUPER beauty conscious guy senior hugging his chubby girlfren lovingly&lt;br /&gt;i guess smtimes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; its not that ure ugly. u just haven learnt to love urself enuf =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. im going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. humph.&lt;br /&gt;and im not quitting online shopping. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-566221215180521882?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/S4Du31SjIpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/IGkC0EFWXg4/s72-c/IMG_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2546625329125095065</id><published>2010-02-17T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:40:45.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on hind sight. i must have been a nightmare to be with when i was reeling from my breakup.&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I MET UR MOTHER is pure joy to watch =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2546625329125095065?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2546625329125095065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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utterly lost and down&lt;br /&gt;and i think that is an understatement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna go back to those simple times&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that ive changed a little too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7574637651749344162?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7574637651749344162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7574637651749344162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7574637651749344162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7574637651749344162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-utterly-lost-and-down-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8902523922332787086</id><published>2010-01-11T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:52:32.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;haha. this post is a little belated. but nonetheless necessary =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a really really eventful year!&lt;br /&gt;i almost cant believe a year has ended =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some of u may know, i had a BIG squabble with my dear roommate&lt;br /&gt;which left me in a horrible shape&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i broke up with my bf =(&lt;br /&gt;i was quite a terror to be with during that period of time cos i always moped and wanted go home to sleep =(&lt;br /&gt;lol but i guess its only when u have these kind of quarrels that u realise how much ur frens mean to u?&lt;br /&gt;anw, i apologised to her in a dramatic fashion and all was fine =D&lt;br /&gt;we had like a mega chitchat session on that day&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately despite us being roomies, we dont really enjoy that often =( sads&lt;br /&gt;but well! its good&lt;br /&gt;shes smsing me abt little useless nothings again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which eligible guy wants my cute roomie? lelong lelong! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jokes aside&lt;br /&gt;its barely two weeks into the semester and im beginning to feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;in my attempt to start thing with a bang,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to try deciphering my notes&lt;br /&gt;to which my roomie says " dont be crazy. u know u wont last"&lt;br /&gt;yeah i didnt. after trying to crunch numbers for a few secs, i went online window shopping =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw =D my new year resolution is only one! to appreciate more! in all sense of the words. frens, family, studies (PUKES), teachers (please give me good grades this sem) and most importantly myself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights!&lt;br /&gt;i really miss darts!&lt;br /&gt;the adrenaline rush everytime u start the game and when it all abruptly ends (cos im not very pro, so usually the end is abrupt/unexpected)&lt;br /&gt;i felt so horrible when i lost the last two matches cos we didnt get to semis cos of that!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. i guess its one of the things i felt i could actually contribute in =)&lt;br /&gt;but im so glad that i MAY get to play again next year =D if i get hall that is =D&lt;br /&gt;shall dart a little bit everyday =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8902523922332787086?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8902523922332787086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8902523922332787086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8902523922332787086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8902523922332787086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3765025970003018489</id><published>2010-01-02T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:10:25.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happiness does not arise becos ur life is perfect&lt;br /&gt;but cos u have chosen to look past the imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say ive done that&lt;br /&gt;there are sooo many things i still wanna do&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna be that perfect fren&lt;br /&gt;still wanna be sociable&lt;br /&gt;still wanna be capable&lt;br /&gt;hardworking, enthusiastic...&lt;br /&gt;or simply just being in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im still fine.&lt;br /&gt;next sem will be better =) i will learn to juggle better =)&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. i will look past the imperfections and be thankful for what i have =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be a GREAT 2010 ahead.&lt;br /&gt;no more breaking down so easily. or whining over the littlest things. or belittling myself.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for next monday. darts =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3765025970003018489?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3765025970003018489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3765025970003018489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3765025970003018489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3765025970003018489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-does-not-arise-becos-ur-life.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7777795396264070428</id><published>2009-12-07T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:29:28.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAWR STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW EITHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. stressed out enough.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7777795396264070428?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7777795396264070428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7777795396264070428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7777795396264070428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7777795396264070428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/12/rawr-stop-asking-me-questions-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2916326672559916618</id><published>2009-12-05T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:25:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just went on an insane online shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;its like as though im making up for this sems lack of shopping - last sem i shopped quite regularly&lt;br /&gt;so anw - i found a better place where u can get ur loots!&lt;br /&gt;its called cozycot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wont believe how insane i was. i went like checking out all the online posts&lt;br /&gt;to see whether they sell the stuff that i missed online&lt;br /&gt;for those who dont really online shop - ull be amazed at how fast the things sell out - i once wanted to buy this top from theshoplifters and i commented one hour after the launch. which i tot was quite impulsive already. but apparently the top sold out in MINUTES after the launch.&lt;br /&gt;oh my freaking gosh!&lt;br /&gt;anw anw!&lt;br /&gt;i managed to get alot of things at a steal price! like a few dollars cheaper than the shop and they are brand new in package or at most worn once only! =) which i think really isnt a problem unless ure purchasing undergarments or smthing =)&lt;br /&gt;super happy with my loots!&lt;br /&gt;managed to get all that ive been eyeing the past few weeks =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! loads of lazy wear for outings!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to head out for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note - i need a part time job. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;NO more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till den! cant wait to head out with all my frens! JIO ME FASTER FASTER!&lt;br /&gt;im up for running, canoeing, swimming, shopping (gulps nervously), dinners, lunch, breakfast! xD&lt;br /&gt;after no one jio me. ill be quite emos =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2916326672559916618?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2916326672559916618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2916326672559916618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2916326672559916618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2916326672559916618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-went-on-insane-online-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1019332040603160038</id><published>2009-12-01T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:30:27.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxXtFJYbbOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/c9iuCP3kbXo/s1600-h/Inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxXtFJYbbOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/c9iuCP3kbXo/s400/Inside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491200029027554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised xmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;haha! we should do smthing exciting this christmas! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam preparation has been fine so far&lt;br /&gt;been relatively productive despite the long journey towards exams =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait to restart my academic cycle&lt;br /&gt;and plan roomies bday! ^^&lt;br /&gt;till den! tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that kedai kueh kueh (some competitor of bengawan solo) sponsored singapore idols and i got to eat their lovely odeh odeh&lt;br /&gt;it was supperrrrr big and flat and had loads of the sugary stuff inside!&lt;br /&gt;yums! it looked smthing like the one on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more emo note. sighs. i just cant wait for this nonsense to end.&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1019332040603160038?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1019332040603160038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1019332040603160038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1019332040603160038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1019332040603160038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-suddenly-realised-xmas-is-coming-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxXtFJYbbOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/c9iuCP3kbXo/s72-c/Inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5189346437835766244</id><published>2009-12-01T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:31:38.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxQPgF8M4sI/AAAAAAAAAog/E7l6trledBM/s1600/4831Kite+flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxQPgF8M4sI/AAAAAAAAAog/E7l6trledBM/s400/4831Kite+flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409966096403718850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just suddenly inspired to blog&lt;br /&gt;i realised how often i get too caught up with my responsibilities and studies&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i just forget/neglect friendships and just the little simplest things in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really have to credit my fren for letting me always bounce off these little crazy ideas i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered my brother loving to watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;and i never really fully got to enjoy in cos i was always such a lazy bum since young&lt;br /&gt;and ever since den, i never ever had a chance to catch the sunrise/set every again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flying kites.&lt;br /&gt;i read this when i was really young&lt;br /&gt;and i pouted to my dad. why cant we fly kites like normal kids do - apparently not so normal in our era&lt;br /&gt;and my dad got me this really colorful kite and we would go to this really big field with many ppl&lt;br /&gt;and there were like SO many kites there&lt;br /&gt;i even researched on how to make flying kites - or at least my daddy kind of tried to put in simple terms how the line was made - he said "oh they melt the glass and coat it on the string"&lt;br /&gt;too young to know that we cant generate temperature hot enuf to melt glass den ^^&lt;br /&gt;but never really got to fly another kite den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to love going east coast beach with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;climb the rocks and catch mudskippers!&lt;br /&gt;we actually do catch them ok! and fishes too! ull be amazed how close they are to shore!&lt;br /&gt;and dig really really big TRENCHES! and by e time we are done - the tides up =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and simple days where we have long lazy meals stretching 1-2hours&lt;br /&gt;now we just eat and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where we will take a long stroll down new places&lt;br /&gt;i rmb my dad used to keep asking me out to the park connectors&lt;br /&gt;and i always brushed him aside - im busy, i need to study, i got an assignment due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i missed too many things in life&lt;br /&gt;i missed the time to be concerned about my friends&lt;br /&gt;missed the time to be close to parents&lt;br /&gt;and the time to really just be myself and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe it just occurred when studies became the central of my life&lt;br /&gt;and the loss of him just made it worst i guess at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wells maybe i will finally learn all these =) cos its really not too late! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5189346437835766244?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5189346437835766244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5189346437835766244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5189346437835766244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5189346437835766244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-suddenly-inspired-to-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxQPgF8M4sI/AAAAAAAAAog/E7l6trledBM/s72-c/4831Kite+flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-955525226971261853</id><published>2009-11-29T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:02:37.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studying is immensely depressive&lt;br /&gt;IMMENSELY&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up this sem&lt;br /&gt;period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT anyhow! i decided to blog a happy blog today!&lt;br /&gt;about my incurable addiction&lt;br /&gt;ONLINE SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;tians. when ure stuck in hall&lt;br /&gt;and u simply go out just to socialise and not to shop anymore,&lt;br /&gt;online shopping is just the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while yeah its true u dont really get to see and try the quality&lt;br /&gt;u get cheaper clothes that are truely what you like - i mean u dont like know what u want immediately when u step into a store cos they are all hanging on the hangers and you wont know how they look unless u try them on!&lt;br /&gt;and unless u know ur taste well and will NEVER change ur fashion - ull end up normally trying many clothes&lt;br /&gt;which seriously tires me out --&gt; given the fact im a lazy shit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh and i just love their models! so pretty. makes me feel like putting more effort in dressing up =)&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the blogshops i LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonitochico - they sell really really exclusive self manufactured stuff&lt;br /&gt;and they have a really keen eye for fashion!&lt;br /&gt;i always find myself oogling at the designs cos its just too pretty!&lt;br /&gt;thankfully they are all too pretty and i dont think i can carry them off =((&lt;br /&gt;and a little pricey! but nice to oogle at anyway!&lt;br /&gt;and they have won best blogshop! beat that =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLVOE_PyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/-NyiFn1VhYI/s1600/aDSC_0340-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLVOE_PyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/-NyiFn1VhYI/s400/aDSC_0340-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409539299097919266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh my gosh. i totally heart this top. its like in my fave colour its super super lazy =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLU0kCvQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BZEP__9OcUg/s1600/aDSC_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLU0kCvQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BZEP__9OcUg/s400/aDSC_1222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409539292248849666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love the dress color - its like muted but the colors are just so pretty together. its just the perfect dress to wear out to town =))&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLUuZjOWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Himt-KQm6HU/s1600/aDSC_1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLUuZjOWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Himt-KQm6HU/s400/aDSC_1730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409539290594228578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this dress is uberrr chic too! its like young and sweet even though its like a toga - i normally associate togas with matured ppl. hahaha. but yea =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollyhoque is another shop that i simply love cos they have very casual fashion&lt;br /&gt;unlike bonitochico that seems to go quite up class these days&lt;br /&gt;hollyhoque stays true to their target audience with a fair share of tops and dresses&lt;br /&gt;and their self manufactured stuff are just super nice =)&lt;br /&gt;very laid back and wearable to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLV1ElNfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/i7-TLPx4apE/s1600/19-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLV1ElNfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/i7-TLPx4apE/s400/19-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409539309565195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to buy this cos its so lazy and chic! haha! i love the dulled color too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLVawPGaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/UIp2RVgmC1E/s1600/17-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLVawPGaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/UIp2RVgmC1E/s400/17-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409539302500538786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bought this! cos its like my signature Vneck and long sleeve =) i quite dig long sleeve now. simply cant bother to bring jacket these days =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i would love to go on. but i have enuf break from studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK love love! 8th of dec! lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to bonitochico.livejournal.com and hollyhoque.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO visit --&gt; thestagewalk.livejournal.com, theshoplifters.livejournal.com, onepintplease.livejournal.com, myglamourplace.livejournal.com cos they sponsored me =P haha! i love theshoplifters the most!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-955525226971261853?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/955525226971261853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=955525226971261853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/955525226971261853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/955525226971261853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/11/studying-is-immensely-depressive.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SxKLVOE_PyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/-NyiFn1VhYI/s72-c/aDSC_0340-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8998267015458356202</id><published>2009-11-22T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:22:56.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even god cant help the unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;hai. i promise and i will study hard next sem&lt;br /&gt;no more complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be a regular contributor in group work&lt;br /&gt;i will not pon any of my lessons despite how useless it may seem&lt;br /&gt;i will be truly interested in my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really a stark difference from my yesteryears&lt;br /&gt;could see my parents were really disappointed in me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy got a job =)&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's quite happy now&lt;br /&gt;my brother has a job too!&lt;br /&gt;ernst and young! =) accounting big 4 =)&lt;br /&gt;and we are due for a malaysia trip! SHOPPING DESTRESS here i come =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only 15 days. ure stronger den this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8998267015458356202?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8998267015458356202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8998267015458356202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8998267015458356202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8998267015458356202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-god-cant-help-unprepared.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5282771618806751201</id><published>2009-11-16T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:12:49.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we always ask ourselves&lt;br /&gt;what do we need in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for myself i cant do without frens&lt;br /&gt;but ever since i entered hall and university&lt;br /&gt;its like u realised the superficiality of it all&lt;br /&gt;the frens u make in hall&lt;br /&gt;they were never meant to last anyway&lt;br /&gt;its like when u leave hall, they prolly wont even remember ur actions, ur likes, ur pet peeves etc&lt;br /&gt;they might not even remember u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the thing is. even if u try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;its prolly not going to matter anw&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times where i knew i didnt have to try overly hard&lt;br /&gt;i just needed to be myself&lt;br /&gt;i could be weak, hot tempered, insensitive - and even so, still obtain understanding from my frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smtimes in here, i feel only valued for what i can offer&lt;br /&gt;oh bel is good at being a business manager&lt;br /&gt;oh shes quite responsible lar&lt;br /&gt;oh shes quite helpful - always buy stuff for us&lt;br /&gt;oh shes always around anyway&lt;br /&gt;its like sometimes i wonder if i was just as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good for nothing&lt;/span&gt; as i was in my younger years&lt;br /&gt;would i even be appreciated here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry this is immensely self depreciating&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its like an apt summary after some self introspection and observation&lt;br /&gt;but after this i guess i know i should really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;appreciate the people who care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all these while&lt;br /&gt;even though the feelings are long gone&lt;br /&gt;he was really the best i could have ever had&lt;br /&gt;and no one else would ever be able to replace him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5282771618806751201?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5282771618806751201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5282771618806751201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5282771618806751201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5282771618806751201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-always-ask-ourselves-what-do-we-need.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5957750953779181221</id><published>2009-11-05T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:30:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i do realised i have been posting some immensely emotional blogposts online&lt;br /&gt;anw i guess its time to reflect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a series of events did happen this semester.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be in jcrc top 4&lt;br /&gt;and there was quite alot holding me there since there was the need to feel useful in hall&lt;br /&gt;and a certain girl fren who was in the team becos i was in too&lt;br /&gt;but due to the fact i just simply felt i couldnt work with the team&lt;br /&gt;i went thru a very emotionally draining decision process before i decided to pull out&lt;br /&gt;at a very last min&lt;br /&gt;and den our clan had some major issues with our cgl&lt;br /&gt;i missed out alot on the clan cos i was really too tired to catch up with everything&lt;br /&gt;yeah so the whole hall got embroiled in a whirlwind of politics&lt;br /&gt;blackmailing. sarcasm. rallying others to vote against each other.&lt;br /&gt;quite alot of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got myself too involved in that as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i embarked on different portfolios&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was trying way too hard to meet expectations&lt;br /&gt;took many things on myself&lt;br /&gt;and i guess in a way, i was feeling a little unappreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life was in a sense quite a mess for me&lt;br /&gt;studies were really neglected&lt;br /&gt;alot of last min work&lt;br /&gt;alot of ponning of lessons&lt;br /&gt;it was just a vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u know. while everything seems so horribly wrong now&lt;br /&gt;i just am glad that despite everything - i still have friends&lt;br /&gt;despite my neglecting of my clan, i found frens i can talk to =)&lt;br /&gt;frens who care to talk to me and study with me&lt;br /&gt;and people who have always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try my best. i will appreciate myself more. and my frens too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this note =) all the best for exams =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1188851554228913585</id><published>2009-10-29T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:20:15.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow. this is a struggle. futile struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1188851554228913585?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1188851554228913585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1188851554228913585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1188851554228913585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1188851554228913585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1082789057341033327</id><published>2009-10-10T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:39:20.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe smtimes alot of decisions should have been decisively made a long time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think smtimes. i really want not to care anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school. hall. and my own ability to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smtimes it feels good just to be on holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1082789057341033327?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1082789057341033327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1082789057341033327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1082789057341033327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1082789057341033327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-smtimes-alot-of-decisions-should.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-962995837912128214</id><published>2009-10-05T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:59:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be happy!&lt;br /&gt;stay cheerful!&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-962995837912128214?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/962995837912128214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=962995837912128214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/962995837912128214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/962995837912128214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-happy-stay-cheerful-it-doesnt-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8633834353800213715</id><published>2009-10-03T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:11:32.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Marit Larsen - If A Song Could Get Me You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could try with the waltz&lt;br /&gt;I could try rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;I could try with the blues&lt;br /&gt;If a song would dig you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sing it high or low&lt;br /&gt;When I let you go, you know&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was for the best&lt;br /&gt;Now it is so obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I could try it rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;A change-your-life-forever-tune&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;I could make it high or low&lt;br /&gt;Sing it on the radio&lt;br /&gt;If that is what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could run for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;I'd take off and I'd start flying&lt;br /&gt;I could cross land and sea&lt;br /&gt;If you'd just believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not have hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;This old house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;Without you here there's no use&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time left to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I could try it rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;Change-your-life-forever-tune&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;I could make it high or low&lt;br /&gt;Sing it on the radio&lt;br /&gt;If that is what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me through&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing my way right back to you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, I'll start tonight&lt;br /&gt;I know I could make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you that if I knew&lt;br /&gt;What I was getting myself into&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't answer to my fears&lt;br /&gt;I'd never leave you standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only see me&lt;br /&gt;I would prove my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I could swallow half the moon&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where, tell me when&lt;br /&gt;I will have you back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, here it is, here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I could try it rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;A change-your-life-forever-tune&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;I could make it high or low&lt;br /&gt;Sing it on the radio&lt;br /&gt;If that is what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I could try it rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;A change-your-life-forever-tune&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;I could make it high or low&lt;br /&gt;Sing it on the radio&lt;br /&gt;If that is what I need to do&lt;br /&gt;If a song could get me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. reminds me of the past really =)&lt;br /&gt;its really sweet. makes u &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST &lt;/span&gt;believe true love exist&lt;br /&gt;u must listen to her. her voice is so endearing&lt;br /&gt;as compared to the recent overwhelming in ur face lady gaga, black eyed peas etc etc =(&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8633834353800213715?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8633834353800213715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8633834353800213715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8633834353800213715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8633834353800213715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/10/marit-larsen-if-song-could-get-me-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4825219577664259664</id><published>2009-09-27T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:36:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just not good enough for u smhow&lt;br /&gt;i prolly just cant appreciate or accept what is in front of me&lt;br /&gt;theres just too much past behind this "perfection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4825219577664259664?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4825219577664259664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4825219577664259664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4825219577664259664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4825219577664259664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-actually-finally-getting-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2865429751845486188</id><published>2009-09-21T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:10:11.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why issit so disgustingly hard to do a big project?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2865429751845486188?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5025354179934161545</id><published>2009-09-20T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:19:56.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow. i never knew the essence of busyness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tot i would be more free after taking on the decision of not running jcrc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now smhow.. there is jcrc backlog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certain political issues that smhow i got embroiled in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foc new ideas and plans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maxar big projects...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which im all very excited over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the question is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are u &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to handle all those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im finally beginning to believe that maybe im just one person after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that reality really hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5025354179934161545?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5025354179934161545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5025354179934161545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5025354179934161545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5025354179934161545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5942625137847462303</id><published>2009-09-07T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:22:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;refer to below post.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should really take a break from certain things that are adding load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5942625137847462303?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5942625137847462303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5942625137847462303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5942625137847462303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5942625137847462303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/09/refer-to-below-post.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-298311400481468169</id><published>2009-08-14T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:42:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually. i think i really just want a break from this all.&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-298311400481468169?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/298311400481468169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=298311400481468169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/298311400481468169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/298311400481468169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/08/actually.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8412298844237273799</id><published>2009-07-31T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:46:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling abit low of late&lt;br /&gt;recent spate of events that really made me rethink matters&lt;br /&gt;these days smtimes i sit thru frens meetings and i really start to wonder - does it even matter whether im around?&lt;br /&gt;even more so in the family &lt;br /&gt;at recently at work - just left the company&lt;br /&gt;its like this sudden sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of reminded painfully of the insignificance of it all when i contacted an old fren&lt;br /&gt;its like u have frens that u dont have to contact all the time but u still feel like OLD frens when u finally meet up with them?&lt;br /&gt;now its like the moment u dont meet them for an extended period, there goes the frenship&lt;br /&gt;i guess i only have myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows. amidst depressive thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;im kind of trying to get my act together for FOC and hall life in general&lt;br /&gt;i finally made the leap of faith to join JCRC again&lt;br /&gt;but i just feel that i am running low on fuel&lt;br /&gt;and on FOC side, i just dont know whether im ENTHU and YOUNG enough for it&lt;br /&gt;ha. dont even know whether my juniors will like me ='(&lt;br /&gt;but well! im going to make sure i do all i can to make the FOC a good one for them =)&lt;br /&gt;alright. look forward to catching up with my frens soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8412298844237273799?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8412298844237273799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8412298844237273799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8412298844237273799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8412298844237273799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-abit-low-of-late-recent-spate.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1064447975237894381</id><published>2009-07-23T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:42:10.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;haha. i feel SO silly now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its like only one thing is resolved but i really feel damm relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its really smthing im going to look back on and really laugh smday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i and my roomie are like excitedly talking over facebook, sms etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;laughs. its soo fun to be in different OGs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and we were like OMGOSH- complexion cui - cannot find cute freshies blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok thats her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i just get the kicks from reading their comments. check these out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;they were asked to write smthing about themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anything interesting.    It could be your previous school, CCAs, hobbies etc. ok. i shall censor their names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hi =)  (how is that anything interesting. i cant quite tell actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Grow up grow up,everytime    i look up myself i throw up. Ha just kidding, didn't really knw what    to write here...just a brief one then. Loves Sports. Loves Music. Loves    hanging out and many many many many more. (really cool. i think i shall try to get this guy into my clan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Random filler text. (good job. just leave it blank next time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have no idea, its usually    the rest of the people who tell me who or what I am. So try asking my    friends to know more. o.0 (OH MY GAWD. i do not want this guy in my OG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love ernie! (i hope its a girl. OH MY GAWD. its really a girl. skies. what kind of girls are there in this world today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'M    FROM NANYANG JC. I'M A DRAGONBOATER AND I PLAN TO JOIN THE NTU DRAGONBOAT    TEAM. I MAY LOOKED SMALL BUT I'M ACTUALLY QUITE STRONG! (hm. alrite alrite. we need strong guys. no need to justify.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i am    very very interesting &amp;amp; you will find out soon. haha (this sounds so wrong. haha. and its a GIRL! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am    very hyper :) (uhuh uhuh. im very hyper too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fun :) (uhuh. who doesnt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of funnier ones but i shall not post them up! anw! sounds fun. cant wait to terrorise * erhem* i mean treat them with tender loving care ^^&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOMIE! I LOVE U!&lt;br /&gt;see i told u i miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 107px; height: 1px;" border="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom"&gt;   &lt;td width="1350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1064447975237894381?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1064447975237894381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1064447975237894381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1064447975237894381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1064447975237894381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2786689106302395384</id><published>2009-07-21T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:54:08.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish it was just so much easier to share the same feelings&lt;br /&gt;but smhow it just crumbles apart everytime i tot its feeling right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows i pretty unexcited to get back to school&lt;br /&gt;facing an awful number of decisions that i jus wish smone wud help me make&lt;br /&gt;but its impossible to believe an individual cant make decisions on her own huh&lt;br /&gt;i guess im a little fearful of expectations&lt;br /&gt;living up to them and giving more&lt;br /&gt;its like u dont want to leave a blemish on what u have done so well previously and on certain issues, why i cant even put in a decent amount of effort to show im even trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smtimes it just feels as though im living for the expectations of others&lt;br /&gt;and yet it seems selfish not to live up to their expectations&lt;br /&gt;and even if i fight it, i jus end up lost again, directionless without a directive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually for the first time in my life i feel like i actually am bottling alot inside&lt;br /&gt;i just dun know how to start and justify myself&lt;br /&gt;cos i know all these while, i already went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh wells. this is like an introspective blog entry&lt;br /&gt;im not particularly emo or anything&lt;br /&gt;i just feel super helpless&lt;br /&gt;and schools starting&lt;br /&gt;jcrc's finishing jobs are starting&lt;br /&gt;foc is starting&lt;br /&gt;decisions have to be made&lt;br /&gt;and im still at the start point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note ichiban boshi and udders tm! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2786689106302395384?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2786689106302395384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2786689106302395384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2786689106302395384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2786689106302395384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-it-was-just-so-much-easier-to.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-22515849602930488</id><published>2009-07-10T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:50:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;its like sometimes i want to believe&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is just plainly simply sitting there&lt;br /&gt;we are two very different ppl wanting different things from one another&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know why i choose to ignore that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-22515849602930488?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/22515849602930488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=22515849602930488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/22515849602930488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/22515849602930488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-like-sometimes-i-want-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3874671458424475631</id><published>2009-06-29T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:12:16.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>belicia has just got herself unpaid ot&lt;br /&gt;lol. its retribution for slacking at work.&lt;br /&gt;skies. have to cancel frens outing =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just had the simplest bday celebration but it was really sweet&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my dear fren hehshyang =)&lt;br /&gt;shall update another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile... thank u everyone.&lt;br /&gt;bimbos who surprised me totally&lt;br /&gt;jingles who smsed really sweet stuff&lt;br /&gt;my MOH buddy and chocolate buffet&lt;br /&gt;some little boy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belicia is getting brainscrewed at work in the meantime =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3874671458424475631?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3874671458424475631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3874671458424475631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3874671458424475631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3874671458424475631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/belicia-has-just-got-herself-unpaid-ot.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6027263431953909557</id><published>2009-06-22T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:58:46.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha. ok. dammit. im slacking at work again. but who cares..&lt;br /&gt;yay! im so excited! jingles finally confirmed an outing!&lt;br /&gt;anw! lihui was saying we should have a theme for that night!&lt;br /&gt;and i think its pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that it prolly means i have to change out cos my company is quite strict on dress codes =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of color codes or theme based!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;color code&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;everyone chop one color and dress that color! i want BLUE! (theres &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;theme based - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young-sters (dress cutesy cutesy - yingchern will just fit the bill),&lt;br /&gt;clubbing (i will get killed at work),&lt;br /&gt;beach wear (flowers prints!),&lt;br /&gt;hip hop ( i DEFINITELY have to change out) etc!&lt;br /&gt;haha! lets vote!&lt;br /&gt;and lets TRY to put make up alrite =P&lt;br /&gt;SHUYI i dont care - we will bua lihui's make up on u =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. im so excited. plus there is bimbos outing!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to meet those crazy girls and bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ my dear fren is watching transformers with me!&lt;br /&gt;happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6027263431953909557?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6027263431953909557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6027263431953909557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6027263431953909557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6027263431953909557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha_22.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6221755792610585028</id><published>2009-06-17T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:48:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in a very lazy mood now so i shall just post a few photos of my trip =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stong was again another new experience i guess =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like smthing u just have to try once in ur life =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very apologetic to lihui and von for being quite a burden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos my sandals were super cui and i kept slipping and just being very lousy with helping out =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and since i was like naturally not very photo-frenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i usually just slack around and see them take photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but u guys were great company alrite =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i appreciate u all attending to my nonsense =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im sorry i like keep sticking with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he isnt usually that nice in real life so i must treaure it more right? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. thank u =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u really made my day =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348289315377012162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sjjwy78QXcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/saMw9tUEhO0/s400/4977_119298185785_646645785_3419316_7447891_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;for the person who always complain i never blog abt him. nah la nah la =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348289320188066578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjjwzN3TOxI/AAAAAAAAAns/BBw0ZMrzHiY/s400/4977_119298165785_646645785_3419312_4119346_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;to my frenly clique that i have imposed on terribly much =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to lie to u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u knew that there isnt going to be an ending to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are u still fine with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6221755792610585028?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6221755792610585028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6221755792610585028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6221755792610585028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6221755792610585028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-in-very-lazy-mood-now-so-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sjjwy78QXcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/saMw9tUEhO0/s72-c/4977_119298185785_646645785_3419316_7447891_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1991000033423316841</id><published>2009-06-13T11:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:21:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. ok. i should have at least a decent post before i leave for stong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw. i would first like to talk about the stayover with the jingles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its quite fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets introduce the members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lihui - the greedy. see how much food she hogs&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657569923289794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMku2buUsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Pu51OyaM8To/s320/4907_187007095245_742920245_7142725_2941826_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evonne the lazy who is ALWAYS late. at her worst - 3 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657574132929410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMkvGHYU4I/AAAAAAAAAms/3jCN8skZ3G4/s320/4907_187006895245_742920245_7142689_1586374_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shuyi- the person who always gives the spotlight to others. but always kajiaos me mercilessly =(  in her words. im a joke =(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657566443062498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMkupd-ROI/AAAAAAAAAmU/fXCz1Ug1h3Y/s320/4907_187007125245_742920245_7142729_2743790_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simone- straight forward frank person who is always ready to photograph us =D the PRO-grapher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657562358304658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMkuaQFz5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/E4xQRlvZwcQ/s320/4907_187007120245_742920245_7142728_7501423_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yingchern - sweet nice little girl that will melt the heart of guys! haha! xiao mei mei that want to take care of ADULTS like US xD hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657567763526674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMkuuYy9BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/gqWFedj3_OU/s320/4907_187007155245_742920245_7142734_22169_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the bday girls lihui and yingchern &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk54tZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAnM/n0q2KZLSnOw/s1600-h/4907_187007215245_742920245_7142743_4074622_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657759512880402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk54tZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAnM/n0q2KZLSnOw/s320/4907_187007215245_742920245_7142743_4074622_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two cute angels (whoops. im sorry. one only. lihui doesnt qualify anymore =P ) making their wishes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657751849613218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk5cKVt6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/nw2yOPI8QZA/s320/4907_187007195245_742920245_7142739_6595760_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blows the candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657751895990738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk5cVZYdI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Q8vNTnFVkP8/s320/4907_187007205245_742920245_7142741_2223252_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lihui face of horror when she realises that the bday cake should not be cut entirely or else ure like "cutting" off ur wishes upon which she quickly shoves the cake to me to cut -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk5nZvH0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/YpUSaiVsla0/s1600-h/4907_187007210245_742920245_7142742_476722_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657754866982722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk5nZvH0I/AAAAAAAAAnE/YpUSaiVsla0/s320/4907_187007210245_742920245_7142742_476722_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha! this is such a cute stuffed toy lar! loves! mone im going to DROOL on it and ull have to give it to me! muahahaha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657762064679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMk6CNzQuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GkGUkgrmXdc/s320/4907_187007055245_742920245_7142717_4573273_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMlAbjnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/3fz_OCA3pBQ/s1600-h/4907_187007070245_742920245_7142720_1171455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657871946278754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMlAbjnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/3fz_OCA3pBQ/s320/4907_187007070245_742920245_7142720_1171455_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm. i found a job finally! its like this internship at an imageworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its an image consultancy - i wonder why im there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well my boss is a fantastic lady but with high expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she intimidated me alot at first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos she was like so skeptical about me and my abilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she was like ure on trial basis only and we cant lengthen ur time here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but actually shes really nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she teaches me etiquette - skies i have to arrange my teacups in a certain manner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wants to pass me clothing and a makeup set &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she even lent me a book "how to be like women in power"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she gives me alot of duties like designing publicity materials, drawing up detailed roles and responsibility (dammit, its pay back for slacking in OB), marketing plans (for slacking in marketing as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i even became a model for their makeup lessons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha wow. they are really zai - the day make up makes u look like a photoshopped classy individual, the night make up makes u really look like a party animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughs! i wished i had the photos to show u guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways! im going stong soon! tata! loads to update my frens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im happy! i finally cleared my sms backlog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heh shyang contacted me for birthday date! happys! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SjMku2buUsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Pu51OyaM8To/s72-c/4907_187007095245_742920245_7142725_2941826_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5830598478603647872</id><published>2009-06-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:05:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow. it is an inherent tendency for men to want to play with fire&lt;br /&gt;even thou they know that it would hurt them anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5830598478603647872?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5830598478603647872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5830598478603647872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5830598478603647872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5830598478603647872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-132103974687911377</id><published>2009-06-10T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:32:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im officially brain screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-132103974687911377?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/132103974687911377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=132103974687911377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/132103974687911377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/132103974687911377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-officially-brain-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3860108380153246050</id><published>2009-06-05T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:04:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hai. just tell me the truth already. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for the memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i told u it will turn out this way. didnt i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3860108380153246050?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3860108380153246050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3860108380153246050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3860108380153246050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3860108380153246050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-let-someone-be-priority-in-ur-life.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4290280458226619166</id><published>2009-06-05T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:32:37.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;i always selfishly wished i was a little bit more important to u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its a wish i know will never come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was never good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or significant enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life has been pretty much quite exciting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ranging from getting grounded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meeting new frens at stongs briefing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;touring joshua's waterfront condo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;having long chitchats with old pals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sewing pclan photoshoot attire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going for interviews - skies. ive lost touch with interviews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting a trial job offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;catching up with really OLD cpf frens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baking with mas and van&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i really have done what i wanted to do this hols&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-JUST LEFT WITH CANOEING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now its just really down to doing well in my trial job offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha i got like a demanding boss who says she'll like hire me on trial first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and den see whether im up to it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and den ill be her personal erhem! saigang erhem! assistant&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol. but i guess it will be quite an experience to live up to her expectations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos im apparently supposed to draw up her organisational charts, contacts lists, contact her clients etc&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so well! hopefully i do well! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meanwhile, jingles! i miss u guys! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha! cant wait for the stayover which i haven got approval yet! =( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lihui... we should really start running, gyming and swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;date me date me! xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not i have to run with my crazy cgl who is always super busy =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;von me and hehshyang after the run! happys! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343804573723412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SikB8nXkSXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BvUXdAsuzWc/s400/small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4290280458226619166?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4290280458226619166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4290280458226619166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4290280458226619166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4290280458226619166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wished-i-was-little-bit-more.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SikB8nXkSXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BvUXdAsuzWc/s72-c/small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5948736009786390675</id><published>2009-06-01T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:11:45.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skies give me a job before i commit suicide from my controlling parents and brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so desperate im hoping fervently i actually get the job offer as a sales assistant for some branded watch company that prolly will get me to work 6 days a week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish smhow i could have a little of my own space smhow =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5948736009786390675?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5948736009786390675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5948736009786390675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5948736009786390675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5948736009786390675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/06/skies-give-me-job-before-i-commit.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-928921680199562083</id><published>2009-05-27T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:59:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahh! finally get to meet my sweetest jingles! hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it brings much fond memories thinking about how that name originated xD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anws! there were news of bankrupt individuals, fascinating love plots and happy endings etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what can we expecting coming from my very attractive group of frens eh? xD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lolx! we ate at marmalade parlour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like this nice classy restaurant very catered to females cos cheap alcohol and cheaper bills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stayover next! excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbROqo31I/AAAAAAAAAls/cBML-L1tCYc/s1600-h/n742920245_6947004_6443598.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173240963227474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbROqo31I/AAAAAAAAAls/cBML-L1tCYc/s400/n742920245_6947004_6443598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; the prettys with their drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbQ_JhxDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/U1xnSP8A7EU/s1600-h/n742920245_6946652_701811.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173236797817906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbQ_JhxDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/U1xnSP8A7EU/s400/n742920245_6946652_701811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; lihui the smart focused on the flower resulting in us being in blur and the flower in focus xD&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173094849845842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbIuWfmlI/AAAAAAAAAlM/XXWk5utKRvQ/s400/4667_177471490245_742920245_6946653_2597236_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;take two - attempts to look sweetly at the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbQklxUbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pbLQdwsAeJc/s1600-h/n742920245_6946647_1045111.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173229668520370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbQklxUbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pbLQdwsAeJc/s400/n742920245_6946647_1045111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; the RIGHT way to handle cutlery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbIarT7UI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WqQtr0K-IxE/s1600-h/4667_177471360245_742920245_6946633_234387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173089568451906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbIarT7UI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WqQtr0K-IxE/s400/4667_177471360245_742920245_6946633_234387_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; prays before eating my only course for the day =) new york cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbIHmppeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZBBrdedynIQ/s1600-h/4667_177471330245_742920245_6946628_3618552_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173084448630242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbIHmppeI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZBBrdedynIQ/s400/4667_177471330245_742920245_6946628_3618552_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; advertisement for marmalade parlour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbHzgfP-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/n2RA9pA7loc/s1600-h/4667_177471315245_742920245_6946626_6053775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173079054073826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbHzgfP-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/n2RA9pA7loc/s400/4667_177471315245_742920245_6946626_6053775_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; tired but happy girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340173092378211570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbIlJNdPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/QeUNpNQ6D4Y/s400/4667_177485565245_742920245_6947007_3289200_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a fancy toilet. now u know why ur girlfrens are taking so long in the toilet =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i didnt have to complicate matters as well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but u wouldnt believe me, would u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah everything is uncertain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but one thing's for sure, u make me smile more den once in awhile =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only i was ever good enough for u,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-928921680199562083?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/928921680199562083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=928921680199562083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/928921680199562083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/928921680199562083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahh-finally-get-to-meet-my-sweetest.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShwbROqo31I/AAAAAAAAAls/cBML-L1tCYc/s72-c/n742920245_6947004_6443598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-6670662138328831387</id><published>2009-05-20T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:08:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gramps just passed away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hit me like a bullet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how sudden how simply someone's existence can simply erased by a snap decision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and since i was already quite affected by existing issues, i was hit quite hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dashed out to take the train to outram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only for mum to say its impossible to see him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt horridly helpless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and blindly followed the crowd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ended up calling my hall fren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i must have sounded horrible cos he rushed out to meet me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but otherwise the day turned out great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had curry rice and rojak (my new comfort food)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we went shopping at courts, fairprice, shop and save- smhow we always end up shopping for household items&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;truly, thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it meant so much more than just a meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6670662138328831387?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6670662138328831387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6670662138328831387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6670662138328831387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6670662138328831387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/05/gramps-just-passed-away-it-hit-me-like.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4456722921240163971</id><published>2009-05-19T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:25:56.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShLXPKoMTlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9PknHtvzFmU/s1600-h/IMG_6610%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337565163938401874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShLXPKoMTlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9PknHtvzFmU/s400/IMG_6610%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;haha im entirely detesting the freedom of hols&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. i guess im born workaholic so i cant really stand boredom of any sort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but wells i guess if all goes well i may get a job at NUS after all =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;should they have job vacancies &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anw! other den that i did really relish my meetins with  frens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;met with my nice old hall fren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we were bouncing pickup lines off each other randomly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he won hands down though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do u beat this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" when i see u, i see a trap i cant help falling into"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it felt nice cos we simply just did what we wanted to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like "oh. lets eat lunch!", "oh lets watch movie den eat dinner!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and haha! that picture above is some cute heart shape thing that i was saying looks super pretty to eat and i dont mind having for bday present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that guy just simply BOUGHT it. skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it tasted super gd cos it was like raspberry sorbet icecream inside!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and b4 u guys get any romantic ideas, he ended with a smirk, " now i get to save $ on ur bday present"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went out with bimbos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was great except we missed tallie alot! =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas! get well soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its nice hearing cy just talk about her new exciting story plots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fizz with her bimbotic moments - ur appetite is still poor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;van being just her- good listener&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. we must BRIDGE. we must. we waited for one whole sem for this mannn xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its hard to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even harder to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smtimes giving up the present, so that i can recall how it was in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4456722921240163971?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4456722921240163971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4456722921240163971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4456722921240163971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4456722921240163971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha-im-entirely-detesting-freedom-of.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ShLXPKoMTlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9PknHtvzFmU/s72-c/IMG_6610%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2791557046313771287</id><published>2009-05-18T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:05:43.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha. skies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so super in love with taylor swift songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are so fairytale like! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kind of injects more hope into jaded people like me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is so cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZByLvUWzts"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZByLvUWzts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2791557046313771287?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2791557046313771287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2791557046313771287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2791557046313771287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2791557046313771287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7930797718123676860</id><published>2009-05-12T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:22:03.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ok i think i owe myself an update on hokkaido&lt;br /&gt;its a beautiful place for ppl who like to RnR and for couples&lt;br /&gt;for me i wud say i loved it&lt;br /&gt;but i still love singapore =P&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sgmc3pW5DhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/SAShVaHlMA4/s1600-h/eating+icecream.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334967713405668882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sgmc3pW5DhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/SAShVaHlMA4/s400/eating+icecream.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha. have u ever eaten 15 dollars icecream? yeah. this is one has like all the goodness in the world. its like ahhh and den omgosh. heavenly xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sgmc3ROQDzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wxEE4EP_k3M/s1600-h/food+of+hokkaido.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334967706926976818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sgmc3ROQDzI/AAAAAAAAAkM/wxEE4EP_k3M/s400/food+of+hokkaido.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; hokkaido contrary to belief, has the most fattening food in the whole of japan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1. inspired by my boss my hero where the protaganist goes thru great lengths to get a pudding, i decided i must try a pudding too! and i must say. looks doesnt always translate in actual taste. but it tastes classy =P&lt;br /&gt;2. ice cream cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;3. cheesecake that literally melts in ur mouth&lt;br /&gt;4. mango icecream with caramel drizzled on it&lt;br /&gt;5. lavender icecream. light vanilla feel to it&lt;br /&gt;6. grape and corn icecream - they have practically any flavour u think up of. we even ate sakura blossom icecream!!&lt;br /&gt;7. ricecake cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;8. strawberries! best ive tasted!&lt;br /&gt;9. melon bun! its really like melon! its green outside and orange inside! im a sucker for these kind of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sgmc1ywfaNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Pe2oR48Hj2M/s1600-h/hokkaido.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334967681569220818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sgmc1ywfaNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Pe2oR48Hj2M/s400/hokkaido.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. ishiya magical land. its like a mini disney&lt;br /&gt;2. asashi beer factory. beer beer and more beer.&lt;br /&gt;3. some commercialised street for rich ppl. LV prada gucci u have it all. blockade permanently for the road&lt;br /&gt;4. some smoking mountain&lt;br /&gt;5. yet to bloom lavander fields&lt;br /&gt;6. SAKURAs!&lt;br /&gt;7. lake!&lt;br /&gt;8. green house!&lt;br /&gt;9. ice cream parlour&lt;br /&gt;10. cheesecake farm&lt;br /&gt;11. snow capped mountain&lt;br /&gt;12. icecreeeaaaam!&lt;br /&gt;13. macdonalds. they have MACPORK! SKIES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its like wanting something u cannot have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and hurting others in the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when have u become so selfish, belicia ong meiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7930797718123676860?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my dear roomie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if ure reading this, u should be studying and not online shopping! laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for being such a lovely roomie all these while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while i was packing my stuff i was like... gosh. i miss my roomie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will be spending many lonely nights without u =( cries! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for always being there for me when i needed u =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i couldnt have had a better roomie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yesh. pls give me more of ur time next sem ok? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-6235110872992316109?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/6235110872992316109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=6235110872992316109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6235110872992316109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/6235110872992316109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/04/ppl-are-forgettable-but-i-always-prided.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-9218097919967908533</id><published>2009-04-15T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:49:57.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently very addicted to these songs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) nobody but u - wonder girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) taking back my love - enrique feat ciara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ure so clueless that u make me cant get angry at u =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though i try very hard all the time xP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the climb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The climb by Miley Cyrus =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-9218097919967908533?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/9218097919967908533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=9218097919967908533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/9218097919967908533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/9218097919967908533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-really-just-expected-but-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3212758601869951525</id><published>2009-04-09T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:42:00.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to know whats wrong whats right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so it was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abstain from whats wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and do whats right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im finding it harder and harder to judge whats wrong whats right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to do and what to abstain from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;validifying myself with weak excuses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and comforting myself that i will be forgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this really right? is this really ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have lost every fragment of conscience that i used to possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this has to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3212758601869951525?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3212758601869951525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3212758601869951525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3212758601869951525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3212758601869951525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-see-end-already-it-was-never.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8140813620504793909</id><published>2009-04-04T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:43:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like getting angry at a child who just spilt milk on your clean floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it just doesnt work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe it was just me at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish it didnt have to be so complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8140813620504793909?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8140813620504793909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8140813620504793909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8140813620504793909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8140813620504793909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-like-getting-angry-at-child-who.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-578043720671427764</id><published>2009-03-31T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:54:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ive done the smthing stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-578043720671427764?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/578043720671427764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=578043720671427764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/578043720671427764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/578043720671427764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-done-smthing-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-7081618153116238242</id><published>2009-03-31T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:28:50.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel as though im on the verge doing smthing stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its just so simple to do foolish things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and dismiss it saying that we were all too young to understand the consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont be foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im very blessed. i really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smtimes it just feels &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; to be this fortunate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like im not entitled to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIHUI STOP IGNORING MEEEE =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;running? swimming? mugging? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss u! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shouts towards hall of residence 15!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7081618153116238242?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7081618153116238242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7081618153116238242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7081618153116238242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7081618153116238242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-as-though-im-on-verge-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-4264742139057808553</id><published>2009-03-25T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:42:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the most depressing stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this always has to happen once a sem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its almost like the conflict in every movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a fictious climax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry. this is my only outlet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-4264742139057808553?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/4264742139057808553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=4264742139057808553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4264742139057808553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/4264742139057808553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously-this-is-most-depressing-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-8553026526508481522</id><published>2009-03-20T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:46:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone should watch this =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its only 12 mins!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fforums%2Ehardwarezone%2Ecom%2Esg%2Fshowthread%2Ephp%3Ft%3D2307296&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fforums%2Ehardwarezone%2Ecom%2Esg%2Fshowthread%2Ephp%3Ft%3D2307296&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-8553026526508481522?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/8553026526508481522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=8553026526508481522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8553026526508481522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/8553026526508481522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyone-should-watch-this-its-only-12.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2377484583464877916</id><published>2009-03-18T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:57:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the grand hall anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were in the decorations team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i couldnt say how frustrating it was cos everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we were tired burnt out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the end result was just spectacular!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536388996516066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGsCwGSOI/AAAAAAAAAis/_9O7QH7yd_s/s320/hallanni%2520(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;backdrop -- disney inspired! La Nuit Magique -- A Magical Night&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536393242170482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGsSkV1HI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Ht3pdIzUW5s/s320/IMG_5704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the front banner dreamworks inspired. it gave us seriously alot alot of headache drawing the SMALL boy and the BIG moon but it was pretty! Nice silvery and black balloons! and the RED CARPET!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536400835523506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGsu2vM7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/vVUVVY9eVKQ/s320/hallanni%2520(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the transistion into the magical world =) with balloon sculptors creating a scene! xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEG-zAJixI/AAAAAAAAAj0/vLcXR2X-evE/s1600-h/hallanni%2520(104).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536711186385682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEG-zAJixI/AAAAAAAAAj0/vLcXR2X-evE/s400/hallanni%2520(104).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; our colorful jcrc members! i was called the little pink fluffy thing by dear yingqing cos i was easily spotted by my color -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEG-xx3BLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/cTXxXLx1uZs/s1600-h/hallanni%2520(102).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536710858015922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEG-xx3BLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/cTXxXLx1uZs/s400/hallanni%2520(102).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; biz mag psychos the jcrc to pose with her sponsored items! FNN! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540147087141794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEKGyuua6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZnfczUxQUxU/s400/hallanni%2520(92).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the goody bag as a fashion item!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEG-f1G45I/AAAAAAAAAjU/kP1pvXQrPuw/s1600-h/hallanni%2520(82).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536706039800722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEG-f1G45I/AAAAAAAAAjU/kP1pvXQrPuw/s400/hallanni%2520(82).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hockey girls! we look good outside our sports attire too alrite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGtIftDCI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ZVPufRftwsU/s1600-h/hallanni%2520(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536407718235170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGtIftDCI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ZVPufRftwsU/s320/hallanni%2520(38).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my kind president! who has given me alot of advice and helped me alot all these while! what will i do without u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGslWfmaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z1KUdihAbxo/s1600-h/hallanni%2520(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536398284364194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGslWfmaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Z1KUdihAbxo/s320/hallanni%2520(37).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear partner in crime for hall anni! i must say her drive really kept me going =) thanks dear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will really really miss all these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;u know how cindrella will always wish that the clock will never strike 12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how we never wished we knew santa didnt actually exist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had always wished this wouldnt happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it always does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont break this fragile balance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont think i can take another loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2377484583464877916?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2377484583464877916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2377484583464877916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2377484583464877916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2377484583464877916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/grand-hall-anniversary-we-were-in.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/ScEGsCwGSOI/AAAAAAAAAis/_9O7QH7yd_s/s72-c/hallanni%2520(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-1889879132546041802</id><published>2009-03-17T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:33:14.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sb6ZOJUv-5I/AAAAAAAAAik/YiPlfpmRl7U/s1600-h/outin+with+jingles!+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313853078643932050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sb6ZOJUv-5I/AAAAAAAAAik/YiPlfpmRl7U/s400/outin+with+jingles!+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; haha! this is evonnes idea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but this entry is dedicated to you you you and you, yingchern darlin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on ur happy happy bday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i decided to take this super old photo cos its so nostalgic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember the days we would used to compete who will get a flat stomach and less flabby arms soon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or the days u will drag me and simone to toilet together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or the days we will moan about our maths and the lack of understanding for it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how we would laugh at each others childish ethics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u would baby me alot even thou im taller den u! xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pat my head as thou im years younger den u!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we would love to go to stall 8? (wanton stall?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;complain about drink stall auntie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and den later realise shes not that bad after all when we are leaving anderson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i and u will break down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we get all flustered cos we dont know what to do at the sight of tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but smhow smwhat we will always be there for each other? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well. its just been so fun with u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that smhow when u really went away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it didnt seem that real for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anw! on this very special day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wanted to say how much all these memories meant to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear yc! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-1889879132546041802?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/1889879132546041802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=1889879132546041802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1889879132546041802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/1889879132546041802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha-this-is-evonnes-idea-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/Sb6ZOJUv-5I/AAAAAAAAAik/YiPlfpmRl7U/s72-c/outin+with+jingles!+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-2433687121760104511</id><published>2009-03-10T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:29:31.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4X5tbkFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Mcqf5Hjn8cs/s1600-h/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311424425065418834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4X5tbkFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Mcqf5Hjn8cs/s400/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my senior recreational dir. hes like a very interesting person to talk to!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4XdTeorI/AAAAAAAAAh8/e7KFh8EadNM/s1600-h/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311424417440375474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4XdTeorI/AAAAAAAAAh8/e7KFh8EadNM/s400/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my supper fren! except that pretty girl there. shes just my bestest fren in hall! other den roomie!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4XMlCldI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dWzP66jF29k/s1600-h/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311424412950631890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4XMlCldI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dWzP66jF29k/s400/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yesh i know i shouldnt take photo with pageant queens. but haha! this is a nice nice photo xD yay! i loves her many many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="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;/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;anw. that was our play, interim seraphim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was erm. not fanastic as compared to RJC plays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was a musical thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it was pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw. work for me has been just crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my hell week was barely over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this week is hell for jcrc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in the decorations team and its driving me nut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not a creative person but im forced to think of cheapo alternatives to decorate the whole area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im thankful for yingqing who has been like my greatest source of encouragement to continue to drink that awful red bull to cheong the work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while everything that could have went wrong just went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we learnt very quickly i must say =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on another note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im very grateful for my frens in hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have this really cute guy fren who like smses me 3 times in a row cos i didnt reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and cos i was telling him about my NBS fren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whom i asked " hey! can help me buy some yum yum to eat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which just literally meant some nice food to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought for me like 2 cups of the meiji yan yan -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he bought me 2 cups of that too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in exchange he wans secret recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we get all excited talking about going to msia for cheapo food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yingqing who just really motivates me to continue working hard for hall even thou we are all so burnt out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my president with his never ending lame pick up lines and perverted passes at all the young girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what will i do without these ppl =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-2433687121760104511?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/2433687121760104511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=2433687121760104511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2433687121760104511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/2433687121760104511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-senior-recreational-dir.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbX4X5tbkFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Mcqf5Hjn8cs/s72-c/interim+seraphim+-+hall+8+prod+09+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-790968308188658690</id><published>2009-03-07T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:52:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbKS_xVnIeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/TfbqQ0GpspM/s1600-h/coffee_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468534896632290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xmGn5HIXEWY/SbKS_xVnIeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/TfbqQ0GpspM/s400/coffee_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;omgosh. i was like looking for photos to make me happier and i found this! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like too pretty to drink! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosh the world is becoming decadent these day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i went to kopitiam and asked for take away kopi in a very ahmah voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only to get my kopi in a very nice cup with corrogated paper around it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how ups! i instantly imagined the logo of starbucks on the corrogated paper and felt a tad un-CLASSY =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like saying sorry and feeling apologetic from the bottom of ur heart just doesnt count anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos nothing that i say or do can change anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was just looking at my store one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the mountain of sponsored items &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it made me just smile despite the overwhelming tiredness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and think back and just look at how much i have changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2a.m sleeping habits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cup noodles and supper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drafting out endless lists of sponsorship letters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hunting down for sponsors like spying on other halls and ccas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;currying favour with sponsors and pushing my luck with quantities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;endless phone calls to sponsors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coffee coffee coffee and redbull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;signing the sponsorship letters (oh. i just lovee the fact that under the price column, they type FOC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just times where i just wanted to break away, flare up, break down at the futility of it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet i just dont know how to live without this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just cant imagine life without thinking about how else to get my sponsorships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to get the BEST goody bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to make the BEST event&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will miss all these terribly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will miss all the ppl i worked with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will miss everything. &lt;strong&gt;everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-790968308188658690?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/790968308188658690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=790968308188658690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats an understatement. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its like the sweet relief that washes over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i had just had the time to appreciate it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thank everyone out there who have supported me thus far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-7182861213433567401?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/7182861213433567401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=7182861213433567401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7182861213433567401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/7182861213433567401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-3559300039106609249</id><published>2009-02-25T05:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:29:16.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smtimes. running away is much easier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-3559300039106609249?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/3559300039106609249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=3559300039106609249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3559300039106609249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/3559300039106609249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/2009/02/unwanted-confrontation-pent-up-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>glassbottle==</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770928201502364184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297449.post-5216979235370227598</id><published>2009-02-19T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:12:31.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY dear SHUYI! i still love u alrite! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont judge me cos of my lack of sms to u on ur bday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i solemnly vouch never to do that again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a lighter note!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life has been alot more optimistic looking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with key exams over, jcrc stuff looking to finish soon, great great frens...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yep and basically just taking things more lightly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my fren was amusing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he sent me a studio photo of my eye candy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughs! my gosh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i almost laughed to death when i saw the email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thing is that i always joke about the person being my eye candy but i never actually meant it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skies! these little things really really brighten my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos it feels as thou ure just young and foolish again x)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297449-5216979235370227598?l=glassy--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glassy--.blogspot.com/feeds/5216979235370227598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297449&amp;postID=5216979235370227598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297449/posts/default/5216979235370227598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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