<?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-19584929</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:40:53.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over The Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584929.post-116607664472036297</id><published>2006-12-14T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:13:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5533/1928/320/373348/blogleaving.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering i get irritated when people move blogs too often, i didn't think it would happen.. &gt;&lt; but alas, i have succumbed to the wonders of Livejournal, with the nice friends-only posts and private posts and neat little &lt;b&gt;LJ cuts&lt;/b&gt;. The only downside is that LJ's a bit hard to personalise, unless you've got a paid account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! while i dont think i'm gonna update this anymore.. i still won't take it down. since it contains most of my sec 4 life, and thats special &lt;3 in fact, maybe thats good, in a way, cos all this blog contains is my sec 4 life. ayy my blog is one year old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with the old, in with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://delusionised.livejournal.com"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116607664472036297?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116607664472036297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116607664472036297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116607664472036297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116607664472036297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/12/but-alas-i-have-succumbed-to-wonders.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19584929.post-116274197862635022</id><published>2006-11-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:58:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;STARLIT NIGHT 2006 &lt;33&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done to everybody on the comm for all the hard work put in! Thank you for everything, I had a lot of fun with you guys haha, even though things were more than a little rocky at first. (: But it paid off, and Suetping will forever hold close the memory of prancing around in a Scream mask like a gorilla. Is love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends my journey in RGS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would cry during Farewell Assembly. Obviously I am a sucker, and I did. How do you put it? Even if we bitch and whine and moan and groan about RGS, you can'tt deny that this place has shaped us, and changed us, and made us who we are today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you have laughed.. and you have cried.. and rushed out your PTs.. and failed your tests (unless you're someone like Charmaine, who doesn't fail, full stop. Haha.). This is where your classmates have impromptu dances in the middle of classroom cleaning, where you get to laugh and insult people like Quanquan endlessly, where you climb up tables to put up banners for Starlit Night, where you stay back in school until 7.30pm for rehearsals, where you eat (extremely unhealthy) cup noodles after school because you havent had lunch, where you fooled around for the past four long years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you get pissed at people, and then you try not to get pissed again, and maybe you end up bitching, and then you stop and feel bad, and then you try to be nice and at the end of the day, you realise you'll still love-in a weird, awkward, willing kind of way- that person despite all these negative vibes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You. Yes, you. You know who you are. Well, I can't say that I welcome you bitching about me. But well, if you don't like me, I wish you would come and let me know in a straightforward way, instead doing it behind my back and then &lt;i&gt;being so nice to me at the very &lt;b&gt;same time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Not only is it disturbing, it's very disappointing. &lt;strike&gt;You can't have your cake and eat it.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It perplexes me that I hold an affection for you, just like something similar to what I hold for all the others. I don't know if I was wrong to give you respect? And worse, I don't know if I would trust you much anymore. That, in itself, is just disappointing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, if I can complete my layout for this place, I'll stay on. If not, it's off to Livejournal permanantly for me. Prepare yourself! &lt;3 And yea! I have decided to take on Lit in JC. (I may die of boredom otherwise.) Will try for Humans Prog, feels insecure without science. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116274197862635022?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116274197862635022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116274197862635022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116274197862635022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116274197862635022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/11/starlit-night-2006-33-well-done-to.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116187105191769356</id><published>2006-10-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:57:31.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i think i've finally lost it. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing fanfiction in chinese, and it is the &lt;i&gt;cheesiest&lt;/i&gt; thing ever, just so i can fit in all the lovely sentences. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116187105191769356?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116187105191769356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116187105191769356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116187105191769356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116187105191769356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-i-think-ive-finally-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116160959137255392</id><published>2006-10-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:20:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't really think i should be blogging, but oh darn, i think im on some kind of mad updating spree. :/ it may very well be the fact that &lt;strike&gt;i dont want to start studying&lt;/strike&gt; stress is energizing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for choir today. well, it's the first time in a long time. had many interesting thoughts and insights. hn. decided that i do like laudate pueri after all, and that the co room is (as always) very cold. i've missed it, i realised, even though i thought i was past that already. and i realise that i miss singing very, very much. it may explain why i have been breaking out into random song in long john's / foyer / toilet. ha. ha. maybe i will try for chorale after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for lunch with cat and joo and fiona and pat! we camwhored. fiona is amassing a collection of horribly-embarrassing-and-unflattering photos. we obliged. and after analyzing talk, i had a romantic stroll (!) with quanquan HAHAHA into orchard road. (rain had fallen, and flowers lay &lt;strike&gt;squashed&lt;/strike&gt; under our shoes, and the smell of rain hung in the air!! &lt;3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were wandering around far east when we saw mich tan and frances. so we said hi! see how polite and nice we are! HAHAHA. and speaking of which, cat the WITCH stole my prospective customer, the traitorous mich tan, from right under my nose!! HAHAHA. at least pat is wonderful and will buy from me! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have missed many people, i think. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im going to find food now. im hungry. AGAIN. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116160959137255392?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116160959137255392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116160959137255392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116160959137255392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116160959137255392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-really-think-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116150429464976655</id><published>2006-10-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:04:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>discussions with quanquan regarding lemons are so &lt;i&gt;hopeless&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suet.           curl your fingers around the clouds. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg okay i wanted to type HAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suet.           curl your fingers around the clouds. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i typed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suet.           curl your fingers around the clouds. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suet.           curl your fingers around the clouds. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quan 荃 - do you live to eat, or eat to live? says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. OMG OKAY HAHAHAHAHA. and when you put it all into the context that we were talking about fanfiction lemons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just realised that i'll be celebrating / bemoaning Chinese O levels with Incognito, now that we've got another performance on that night itself. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116150429464976655?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116150429464976655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116150429464976655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116150429464976655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116150429464976655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/discussions-with-quanquan-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116118710280423724</id><published>2006-10-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:58:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To sum up my week so far, I present you with random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait for prom! I feel so &lt;i&gt;prom&lt;/i&gt;iscuous!" - Quan Quan &lt;br /&gt;(This wouldnt be so bad, IF IT WERENT FOR THE FACT THAT QUANQUAN BEING PROMISCUOUS IS LIKE CAT BEING AN AIRPORT RUNWAY. hahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To build solidarity between conversational participants, speakers often employ humourous devices such as teasing, swearing, dirty jokes etc. HAHAHA. This I understand immensely. So I conclude Incognito is super on about solidarity ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanting walks like she's got stuff hanging in between her legs (and her mummy agrees, by the way!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have jackfruit, banana, papaya, fig, lime and pomegrenate trees in school. Everything is fruiting right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sports I can even attempt to play are sports that involve sticks and balls and the ground. (Sounds bad, doesn't it?) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting dizzy spells lately because I havent been getting enough sleep. Darn, and Options are supposed to be fun? Haha wait, I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; go to sleep now I think. I can't believe that there was a period of this year that I could live on 4 to 5 hours of sleep every day. :/ Now, 6 hours arent even enough &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My urge to write fanfiction always comes when I've got a million and one things to do. Like now. Which reminds me, Chinese Os are coming. ahhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to sleep! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116118710280423724?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116118710280423724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116118710280423724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116118710280423724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116118710280423724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-sum-up-my-week-so-far-i-present-you.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116090158155922739</id><published>2006-10-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:39:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in my hands, i have $240. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME TO GET PAID, INCOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116090158155922739?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116090158155922739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116090158155922739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116090158155922739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116090158155922739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-my-hands-i-have-240.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116089464221789978</id><published>2006-10-15T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:44:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i have returned to breathe some life into this place! and it just rocks that tagboard has completely gone and screwed itself so now i'm gonna have to find something new :/ and forgive me for being slow, but i have just discovered that my layout looks &lt;i&gt;atrocious&lt;/i&gt; on some computers (i.e. the ones in the school library). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. im entertaining some thoughts about moving everything over to LJ now. darn am i the only person who thinks that LJ is addictive? shit shit shit, i am a poor soul with no life haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly im feeling all grumpy and mugger again. may be due to the fact that im ploughing through options SAs (which are all due one day after the other on week 6) and the fact that my chinese sucks and Os are coming up. well. heh, im amused by some of the SAs can? HAHAHA. &lt;strike&gt;who sets factual questions for essays and calls them 'Structured Essays'?&lt;/strike&gt; transcription for Analysing Talk is vaguely &lt;strike&gt;annoying&lt;/strike&gt; amusing as well! snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i am really happy because. well. i know for a fact i won't be lugging feminine products around in prague. ^^ i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for RJC Open House on Friday with the rest of the RGS Sec 4 population. im wondering if ill see any of my primary school friends there next year? cos i think some of them may be trying for RJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, maybe it's just me, but somehow i don't feel very connected with the school compound. besides the fact that everything is green and white (-.-!) and atrociously big and state-of-the-art.. the place feels cold, in a way. and it really doesnt help that you hear all these things about how everyone is so segregated and competitive. (which i sincerely, sincerely, for the sake of survival for the next 2 years, hope aren't that true.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in some ways, i kind of wish i could start on a blank slate, because i dont want to go in with all these pre-conceptions and biased ideas. but in some ways, im really glad ill go in with my batch, because then at least i know i have &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; to fall back upon, right? i guess ill take a more positive view of things, and who knows, maybe ill really like my time in RJ. part of me does want to go there. and a part of me doesnt want to leave here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im a confused little girl. HAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking also about CCA and subject combi. i think im going to try for 2 CCAs? haha im not really sure if i want to try for Chorale, but the idea is getting more and more attractive to me. i'll probably go for the auditions (and pray that i do get in), and maybe try out for some of the clubs and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ideal subject combi involves a H1 Math. damn damn damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116089464221789978?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116089464221789978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116089464221789978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116089464221789978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116089464221789978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-i-have-returned-to-breathe-some.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-116013894657918017</id><published>2006-10-06T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:31:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took the stairs on my way down to the first level at the MRT station today. a little boy was on the escalator and when he went past me, he yelled, "HI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made my day. &lt;33 in other updates, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my chinese sucks; i dont want to fail my Chinese Os T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) EVERYBODY, GO FOR &lt;strong&gt;STAR&lt;u&gt;LIT&lt;/u&gt; NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i have a &lt;a href="http://delusionised.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! HO i feel accomplished. Friending people is such an exciting thing to do! But that place is for all my fangirling stuff, so haha. this place stays, though it's pretty dead already. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-116013894657918017?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/116013894657918017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=116013894657918017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116013894657918017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/116013894657918017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-took-stairs-on-my-way-down-to-first.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115988723473903420</id><published>2006-10-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:53:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so glad that i dont own a credit card. BECAUSE IF I DID, I'D BLOW ALL MY MONEY ON ONLINE SHOPPING. do you know how terribly addictive it is! if you were to go onto amazon.com or ebay and look at all the &lt;i&gt;gorgeous&lt;/i&gt; shoes and bags and clothes and manga and music and books. &lt;333 dear lord, i may morph into some rampaging shopaholic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to botanic gardens tomorrow! again! !@$%^&amp;*. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost done with my LiveJournal! *is awed* HAHAHA. then i need to go and adapt myself to the lingo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HOLY COW. all our summatives are coming up!! &lt;strike&gt;DAMN i though we were done with summatives. :/ &lt;/strike&gt; well, crap, nevermind! (all it means, after all, is that our time in this school is drawing to an end.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;am i ready&lt;/strike&gt; do i &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to leave? well, actually, i don't really know. in all honesty and neutrality, i dont really know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115988723473903420?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115988723473903420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115988723473903420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115988723473903420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115988723473903420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-glad-that-i-dont-own-credit-card.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115980020675345081</id><published>2006-10-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:43:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is an angry angsty post, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, do i say "grow up, kid" or do i say "i'm sorry"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's done is done. and unfortunately, i can't explain it to you.. because yes, there is a reason why it was done that way, and yes, i could see how you felt but no, i still wouldnt have done it the way you wanted to. do you understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you're never going to see this anyway :/ good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, since im in my emo mood right now, i might as well say it. i think that somehow i've become &lt;i&gt;such a bitch&lt;/i&gt; over the past 1 to 2 years. i dont know when it started, but it did, and now im just barging around trampling on people's toes everywhere. and the worst thing is, i wont even notice it until ive already squashed their toes into the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like im losing myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be nice, be sensitive, suet ping. argh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I NEED MY PERIOD TO COME BY NEXT FRIDAY. otherwise it's going to come smack in the middle of prom(gasp) or prague(dies). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being so critical, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115980020675345081?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115980020675345081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115980020675345081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115980020675345081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115980020675345081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-angry-angsty-post-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115961550549167538</id><published>2006-09-30T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:25:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always thought i was SOMEWHAT html-savvy. until i went over to livejournal and died from the entirely foreign language that came barraging down. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO PROPER CUSTOMIZATION LIKE THIS? :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suet Ping is dizzy. !@#$%^&amp;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should focus on making a layout for this blog instead -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115961550549167538?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115961550549167538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115961550549167538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115961550549167538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115961550549167538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-always-thought-i-was-somewhat-html.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115954028598270141</id><published>2006-09-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:31:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bravecows.livejournal.com/118160.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is the most hilarious thing that a Singaporean BLEACH fan should read. HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not too sure what is more amusing: the idea of Rukia stomping around and roaring 'Raffles!' in a Low Manly Voice, or the LKY vs. Aizen showdown, or Byakuya serving NS in a &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; shaved head. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life is good, i think. at the moment anyway. &lt;3 i think i shall change my mind next week, when our test papers are being returned. i am REALLY sure that i've failed my chinese already. damn damn DAMN. im not really happy with the way i handled this year's EOYs, mostly because &lt;strike&gt;i got myself drunk on Bleach a week before the papers and i couldnt really stop&lt;/strike&gt; i did quite crappily on the subjects that im &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be good in. oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115954028598270141?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115954028598270141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115954028598270141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115954028598270141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115954028598270141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-most-hilarious-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115902675354946296</id><published>2006-09-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:52:39.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have many things to say, but then again, i think they should be left private. (: yes well, i am at peace (for the moment at least). we'll just pick it all up i think. nonetheless, all the huge fuss that has happened in the past few days is taking a toll. (my eyebags, which disappeared furing the holidays, are coming right back again :/ damn.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dont you wonder about how long things can last? one moment, you could be all swept away in your fervour and excitement, and the thing is, once you learn to let it go.. suddenly it seems it just trickles all away, and you cant really seem to conjure up the past moments when you were so filled with energy and just ready to shoot. suddenly you dont really seem like you were once around, and then you are, to your horror, even doubting yourself, doubting others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of people, i think. like 203 people. and 107'05. and choir. sometimes i find myself not really missing them like oh-i-can't-help-but-keep-you-on-my-mind-24/7 missing them.. but when you stop and think about it, you still miss them. or maybe the word isnt to 'miss' them. just that you wonder how they have changed since the time you were all tied together by something, and are they okay now, do they remember what we did together. and most importantly, are they doing fine, whatever it is that they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho i am EMO-ING. :/ maybe because i am listening to gloomy grey music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i suppose something is better than nothing, and for that i am thankful. &lt;3 theres a lot coming up in the next few weeks, and we're gonna tide them through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115902675354946296?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115902675354946296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115902675354946296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115902675354946296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115902675354946296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-many-things-to-say-but-then.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115850381214264566</id><published>2006-09-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:46:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im trying to decide whether Bankai Ichigo or Intellectual Ichigo is sexier. Behold my dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/bankai%20ichigo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/bankai%20ichigo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/library.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/library.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. well maybe tomorrow i will skip down to get myself a nice big poster so that i may slap it in front of my bed and wake up and begin squealing incessantly. &lt;strike&gt;it would mean the end of oversleeping for suetping!!&lt;/strike&gt; hahaha. somebody give me volume 23, im &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to do some drawing. and writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone tell that i am not in the mood for Math and Philo? :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes oh yes! went out with liuhui wanxi and jasmine on saturday. haha. 75% of our time was spent eating and sitting down somewhere &lt;strike&gt;and flirting with little boys who gelled their hair up so very charmingly&lt;/strike&gt;. we had a cake! a brownie-cheesecake with heaps of brownie chunks on top, and green chocolate! hahaha. and we even came up with semi-baked plans on reuniting 203. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i have missed everybody. and im glad i went out on saturday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115850381214264566?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115850381214264566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115850381214264566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115850381214264566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115850381214264566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-trying-to-decide-whether-bankai.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115815662878062552</id><published>2006-09-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:10:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the sake of keeping a record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incognito &lt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for all the times we sang (or were invited to, anyway)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Encore'05&lt;br /&gt;2. Speech Day'05&lt;br /&gt;3. Open House'05&lt;br /&gt;4. FAM'05&lt;br /&gt;5. CCA Orientation'06&lt;br /&gt;6. (Old Girls' Dinner @ Pines)&lt;br /&gt;7. Bel Canto'06&lt;br /&gt;8. Wedding gig &lt;br /&gt;9. Somethingood'06 [Opening Ceremony]&lt;br /&gt;10. Somethingood'06&lt;br /&gt;11. Open House'06&lt;br /&gt;12. Speech Day'06&lt;br /&gt;13. RGS Connect Dinner&lt;br /&gt;14. (RGS Golf Tournament)&lt;br /&gt;15. Ringers' Concert (Guest Perf)&lt;br /&gt;16. (&lt;u&gt;Bone Marrow Donor Prog Dinner&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ms Loo says Choir Concert 2007 too but haha we don't know if shes kidding haha.&lt;/strike&gt; anyway! the latest one makes me very excited. because.. its our first &lt;i&gt;professional&lt;/i&gt; one. oh man pls let's go for it! :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am - this is me&lt;br /&gt;There's no where else on earth I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - it's just me and you&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new world - it's a new start&lt;br /&gt;It's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day - it's a new plan&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Here I am, by Bryan Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115815662878062552?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115815662878062552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115815662878062552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115815662878062552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115815662878062552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-sake-of-keeping-record-incognito-3.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115807001641111180</id><published>2006-09-12T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:06:56.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, Suet Ping turns legal today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to everyone who stopped and wished me happy birthday, and to all those who gave presents to me. &lt;3 thank you pretties (: particularly so if i didn't say it to you nicely and properly and followed it up with a hug (eg. i was distracted because i was going omgomgomg over some present haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so, thank you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an amused note, i got some &lt;i&gt;verrrrry&lt;/i&gt; interesting stuff today. ;) HAHAHAHA. some of which fit wonderfully! some of which im still trying to find out the purpose for. O.O HAHAHA. my mummy took one look at all the thingies and her expression ranged from 'oh, that's nice' to '...they invent such things?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets talk about &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;OPTIONS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. finally got our options at 11.15am today (which is a little late, if you ask me -.-) but oh well! im beginning to think that horticulture will probably end up the most exciting course, despite my initial hohum-ness. for one thing, our class is really small and we have many fieldtrips! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got quite a lot of stoning time for the next six weeks however. :/ like today. got released early today for Arab-Israeli and spent 2 hours in BK with geet minsi aruna. and for some reason we ended up telling ghost stories and er i got so freaked out at one of the stories i started crying. HAHAHA now that i think abt it im so amused at myself, but IT WAS REALLY FREAKY ARGH. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and before i forget: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NETBALL CARN + CLASS DINNER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. netball carn got kind of fun after a while, oddly. haha. i like it when it rains. well done 409, though we are indeed a lazy bunch for not taking part in anything except the main games and shooting hahaha! 410 won again (suetping approves :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class dinner was quite funny. oh well. i suppose the right word is &lt;i&gt;cosy&lt;/i&gt;, considering we got a corner of the place to ourselves and we just made a lot of noise and irritated the hell out of all the other diners :D &lt;strike&gt;i dont know how much i love &lt;i&gt;the class&lt;/i&gt; as a whole but&lt;/strike&gt; i do love a lot of people in our class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im tired i shall go sleep soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115807001641111180?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115807001641111180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115807001641111180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115807001641111180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115807001641111180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-suet-ping-turns-legal-today.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115786410199047929</id><published>2006-09-10T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:55:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i have changed my font colour. hopefully it will help to starve off the astigmatism :/ thanks mich tan for the html code :D obviously i am too lazy to go and dig it up on my own AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. im trying to write my own testimonial, considering it is 'holiday homework'. but uh. okay i shall keep my comments private. it's just very icky to write about yourself. hnnn. hahaha okay i realised i can cut and paste the whole chunk about CCA from the sample testimonial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! did i forget to add. my cousin is going to ACS(I) next year. he already has a place there. omgomgomg. im thinking of him as a paikia dude with spikey hair and low pants and chasing after girls. (which im sure isnt the case for all of them, but hahaha let me indulge in my imagination) HAHAHA omg okay i am so amused. oh no i think it will be really exciting and amusing if he starts looking for a girlfriend. ha ha ha ha ha! he's such a quiet serious boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on to more serious topics :/ i'm not really looking that forward to options in term 4 because i'm not even going to get anything i have an interest in? and unfortunately i think that completely defeats the purpose of options altogether. spent 3 hours in the queue, trying to reopt, went off to do NE quiz (and came back again to join the end of the queue) and in the end i'm still pretty sure that we'll end up with leftovers. i feel kind of bad for Mr. Lui (because seriously, he looked like he was about to collapse) but at the same time i'm quite disappointed and upset too. cos after all.. we're going to be the ones taking these courses ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall stop complaining (: i guess if it comes down to it, i wont mind taking stuff like photonics and horticulture haha. it will be interesting, even if i happen to prefer something else! :D yay lets be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after our extremely long wait, went out with uh 3/4 of incognito for lunch. haha you know im going to miss times like that, when we'll just sit in Long John Silver and get high on too much coke or something -.- our conversations went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Joo: *random pun*&lt;br /&gt;Cat Quan Suet: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Quan: *pauses* But it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;Cat Quan Joo Suet: HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Suet: Okay my stomach hurts. *pauses* Why are we laughing?&lt;br /&gt;Cat Quan Joo Suet: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- i dont know what was going on but still. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115786410199047929?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115786410199047929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115786410199047929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115786410199047929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115786410199047929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-i-have-changed-my-font-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115760256475930092</id><published>2006-09-07T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:16:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im contemplating changing my font colour to something which wouldnt cause my astigmatism to skyrocket and my eyeballs to start bleeding. :/ but oh darn, that means i have to prowl around looking for the right colour code and that is just oh-so-time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see, the crimson tide puts suetping in a not-very-happy mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway! i think i have a very promising career in cleaning okay. i cleaned the house up :D hah i am in awe of myself HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no wait. you know what. i can't remember The Chair Dance. T-T!!! my heart is in pieces. suddenly i am overtaken by emo-ness. hmm im erratic. and at the same time, im missing a lot of people. &lt;3 its very weird not to see them, esp after you just spent a year seeing them every single day. i want to steal a copy of the Bel Canto video ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really random but. i dont regret anything at all. :) thank you very, very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm now i have to get lunch and get drinks for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115760256475930092?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115760256475930092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115760256475930092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115760256475930092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115760256475930092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-contemplating-changing-my-font.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115755311012063729</id><published>2006-09-06T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:31:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. my feet hurt magnificently because i wore new heels today. !@#$%^&amp;* describes the extent of my suffering eloquently, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many gatherings / outings being planned. went out today with grace and soonae &lt;strike&gt;for the first time ever&lt;/strike&gt; and really, Singapore is so tiny. bumped into so many many people in the span of 3 hours:&lt;br /&gt;- lili&lt;br /&gt;- eliza and sam (who ran away from me, may i add -.-)&lt;br /&gt;- some trackers from our level&lt;br /&gt;- cat (over the phone anyway :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! i cannot believe i'm going to open up my house to my pri school classmates tmr. not that i wouldnt like to see them, but aiya, the crimson tide is upon suetping and very soon her house shall cease to exist. i doubt we'll be doing a lot of studying. :D i shall attempt freaking integration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and incognito outing on friday! okay i dont think it can be considered an outing cos SO MANY PEOPLE ARE PRACTISING CHEERING FOR NETBALL CARN / ATTENDING MEETINGS. but okay at least we have more than half the group going alr! &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, if things go through, i may meet up with liuhui and wanxi and jasmine once again! ah! such sweet joy our reunion brings HAHAHA. (liuhui is becoming well-versed in anime in her search for gayness; it's scary -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY okay now i have to clean up my house in antipication of the crowds that shall throng tmr. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suetping looks at the photos on &lt;a href="http://hamkey.shutterfly.com"&gt;sam's shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; and wonders why the nehneh did she agree to stand around in retarded poses and let them take photos of her. (including the one where quanquan sits on suetping; anything involving quanquan is sure to be retarded, after all -.-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115755311012063729?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115755311012063729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115755311012063729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115755311012063729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115755311012063729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115751082298442066</id><published>2006-09-06T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T10:47:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[anime rant]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. i think i rock; i just read Bleach all the way to the latest chapter and watched up to episode 94 (okay i skipped all the crappy bits, which would equate to nearly 20 episodes :D) and finished the 2 OVAs. i dont know if i should be proud of my 'accomplishments' or i should lock the computer up and stop spending 12 freaking hours being glued to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i realised i have morphed into a huge ichiruki fan. especially after i started on the manga. &lt;3! &lt;3! &lt;3! manga pwns the anime, severely. okay i can't wait for the manga to be animated :D is it just me, or is there something about the fact that Rukia's zanpakutou is completely white and Ichigo's zanpakutou is completely black in Bankai? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have decided i'll go somewhere else to rant, cos nobody will understand what i am saying here -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/anime rant]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway! im going out with grace and soonae later. yes it shall be a wonderful  excuse for me to &lt;strike&gt;wear heels and tower over the two of them&lt;/strike&gt; flounce around having fun. the holidays are making me severely antisocial (because, you see, i cannot leave the Bleach alone), and so therefore i look forward to my reassimilation into society. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! and maybe tomorrow i'll try to join my primary school friends for studying. &lt;strike&gt;not that i have anything to study :D&lt;/strike&gt; it will be nice to meet them again! actually i think it is very &lt;3 how we can talk for 2 hours on the phone after not seeing each other for months. yay. oh no okay i hope such things can last, and that the same will happen for secondary school too. because it would be a shame otherwise, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want an incognito outing / sleepover! okay i shall go call people up to bug them. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115751082298442066?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115751082298442066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115751082298442066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115751082298442066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115751082298442066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/anime-rant-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115727293912528442</id><published>2006-09-03T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:42:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i got a new template. although i'm beginning to wonder if i made the right choice, considering that it's kind of hard to read my wrods and i'm quite sure that after a while, my astigmatism may just skyrocket. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, during the exams, it seems as though there are 3856629 things to do! but somehow, once the exams are over, you struggle to plan your days. sigh. such a loser i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out! god i am in need of shoes. im craving for shoes. would anyone be kind enough to throw me a wad of money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/ones%20farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/ones%20farewell.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/farewell.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should stop going home so early, so that we can take proper group photos together. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115727293912528442?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115727293912528442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115727293912528442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115727293912528442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115727293912528442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-i-got-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115719218056902602</id><published>2006-09-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:22:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) SOUL SOCIETY ARC ENDED! MY LIFE IS IN DISARRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i'm officially a ichiruki fan. &lt;3 THE RAIN STOPPED, HE SAID! OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) matsumoto and her jigglies amuse the shit out of me. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) bankai ichigo is sexy. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) im bursting with so many theories and ideas, but okay i shall resist the temptation to write an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm in convulsions after fangirling with chanel over Bleach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) what should i watch next! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115719218056902602?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115719218056902602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115719218056902602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115719218056902602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115719218056902602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-soul-society-arc-ended-my-life-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115717966980144365</id><published>2006-09-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:47:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im officially an ichiruki fan. i always thought they were cute, but episode 59 just takes the cake. &lt;3 YAY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would anyone be kind enough to tell me where to skip the annoying fillers after the soul society arc and move on to more rewarding stuff, if any? :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115717966980144365?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115717966980144365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115717966980144365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115717966980144365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115717966980144365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-officially-ichiruki-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115712015267993779</id><published>2006-09-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:15:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided that i shall do a really long post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets start with &lt;u&gt;teachers' day&lt;/u&gt;! i realised that in qihua primary, there are a lot of people from my batch who keep going back. in comparison to the years before us, anyway. you know i really do miss the place quite a lot. (all the renovations only came in after we left -.-) met up with 6/11 but couldnt stay long &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know this sounds really dumb, but i think its kind of cool, and a bit wistful, to see that all the teachers who have aged &lt;strike&gt;and put on weight&lt;/strike&gt; and how we ourselves have grown. some of us not so physically (eg. huibin HAHA) but i guess you could say that the change in 4 years is quite amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you put it? primary school was so much simpler. there is something sad about it i guess. not that i dont love sec school. but it's a different kind of love, and so i guess you can't really compare. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings to mind the question of whether i'll be coming back to RGS next year. as sad as this sounds, i don't really share much affection with any of my teachers. the only teacher i would be grounded by is actually Ms Loo (but she tends to skip Teachers' Day hahaha). and there wouldnt be the factor of meeting up with your ex-classmates, because &lt;em&gt;they'd all be in the same school with you &lt;/em&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a totally random note, i think i should have no problem sneaking into rated movies / pubs / buying condoms -.- which i'm not very sure if that's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Sec Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bank Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;: So, you pre-u student is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suet Ping&lt;/strong&gt;: O.O Er, no, I'm not yet 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Sec Four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dental Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;: Will you be free on 15/8, 2.10pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suet Ping&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh, actually I'm not really sure, because my school is having a new timetable from next term onwards, so I won't be able to confirm my lessons yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dental Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh okay.. are you teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suet Ping&lt;/strong&gt;: O.O I'm Sec 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. okay i admit, i'm amused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY okay let me tell you about this not-very-intellectually-stimulating-but-very-schoolgirl-fantasy-indulging book i just read! it's &lt;b&gt;Avalon High&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/b&gt;. i'm not really attracted to Princess Diaries, but her adult fiction is very swoonifying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes im a sucker. ): the story got a bit predictable sometimes, but that can be forgiven, given the originality of the idea. ah yes! it has fulfilled my cravings and now i trudge through FF.net in search of more fluff! HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to tackle my !@#$%^&amp;* options tomorrow. everything is clashing -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115712015267993779?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115712015267993779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115712015267993779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115712015267993779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115712015267993779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-decided-that-i-shall-do-really.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115703619721352040</id><published>2006-08-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:56:37.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... choosing options is like playing sudoku. ..!.. BLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115703619721352040?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115703619721352040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115703619721352040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115703619721352040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115703619721352040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115694531458188471</id><published>2006-08-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:41:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) i am such a DUMBASS. argh, i freaking left Ms Ko's present on the MRT. &lt;em&gt;ARGH&lt;/em&gt;. !@#$%^&amp;* okay i am so dumb, i surprise myself, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) sianying-san got caught in the rain today while on her way to MOELC for jap papers. ...her fingers turns blue! :DD HOW COOL IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm going to watch bleach until my eyes pop out and NO ONE will stop me. Mwa Ha Ha Ha Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) okay i'm going back to qihua primary for the first time in 2 years! (obviously i couldn't make it back in time last year.) hooray i shall go there super early and stake out the chicken rice store and seek out my teachers and make fun of the little kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm morphing into a bimbo. i have an abnormal craving for chick flick movies and chick lit and fluff. &lt;33! and shoes! omgomgomg i'm thirsting for shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm going into town on friday afternoon, WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO JOIN ME? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) and of course.. HAHAHAHA OMGOMGOMG HAHAHAHA FINALLY &lt;strong&gt;I'M FREE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115694531458188471?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115694531458188471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115694531458188471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115694531458188471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115694531458188471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-i-am-such-dumbass.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115669154275023655</id><published>2006-08-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:12:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish my chinese were good. because honestly, it's a very beautiful language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emphasis, of course, is on the word &lt;i&gt;wish&lt;/i&gt;, because in reality, my mandarin is atrocious and would probably cause my ancestors to roll around in their graves in agony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have cousins who go to Peking University to major in CHINESE, of all things. i am a descendant of some chinese dude who rode across China on a horse and carried two swords and had three wives. (i'm serious, by the way.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MY MANDARIN SO SAD. I CAN'T EVEN SPEAK CANTONESE, AND I'M CANTONESE?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my english standards are dropping. i'm not going to take Lit in JC. and it makes me really sad, because even though i don't exactly pay superb attention to the Lit Teacher &lt;strike&gt;but REALLY you can't blame me&lt;/strike&gt; but i'm going to miss Lit, because taking it for the past 4 years has given me an excuse to receive pretty pieces and moan around incessantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess FF.net is going to be one of my main outlets from now on. you know, i've never taken fanfiction writing this seriously before. but it's quite amazing what kind of nice and constructive feedback you can get from random strangers if you ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately, i'm in it, because i love the way you can distill something so big into something so neat. it's very sad, i think. i mean.. for a lack of a better way to put it: how &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr im totally incoherent now. &lt;3 three more days, and we'll be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115669154275023655?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115669154275023655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115669154275023655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115669154275023655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115669154275023655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish-my-chinese-were-good.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115634239696800037</id><published>2006-08-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:43:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/sianceleneme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/200/sianceleneme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to the remaining 203-ians &lt;3 still pursuing the ever &lt;strike&gt;banal&lt;/strike&gt; exciting 日本語。Indeed, gaze upon our brave faces as we step tenaciously into the darkness known as 日本語オラル（四年生）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, you may never see us again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait. Celene-san will pass with flying colours, Sianying-san will probably find a way to sweet-talk her way through. So that leaves Suet Ping writhing in agony. Perhaps I will resort to my last-minute-sure-work back-up plan to compliment the sensei on her むね！Ha Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;みんな、一生懸命に頑張りましょう！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am inspired. ha ha. perhaps only catty will understand the underlying meanings. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115634239696800037?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115634239696800037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115634239696800037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115634239696800037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115634239696800037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-to-remaining-203-ians-3-still.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115625599644201791</id><published>2006-08-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:13:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am choosing the &lt;strong&gt;WORST &lt;/strong&gt;time to be getting into some maniacal anime obsession. i cant stop watching bleach AND i am in need of good fanfiction. i think its some kind of exam-induced thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCIPLINE IS IMPORTANT, SUET PING. DO NOT SUCCUMB TO YOUTUBE AND FF.NET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.. i had this freaky dream okay! i dreamt that we were learning new stuff for organic chem. and we had to name the 'opposites' of the homologous series. and so they were all known as omni-alkanes, omni-alcohols etc. and i woke up thinking, omni-cyclohexane HMM. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to anime and exams. i think im the only person in the whole of sec 4 to sit through today's Eng compre and think, "Hmm. Social implications of chimera research ---&gt; INUYASHA. Technological determinism --&gt; FULL METAL ALCHEMIST." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i need more time. i need more hours in one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days and i swear i'll celebrate by running around stark naked (in my room with the windows and doors closed, of course :D) HAHAHAHA. shit im so amused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise i was kind of looking back to going for choir, even as other things weighed on my mind. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random observation. when we were all getting ready for the paper today, right before it started? suddenly i felt so filled with love. &lt;3 or maybe that's how i'm feeling now? either way it doesnt matter (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115625599644201791?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115625599644201791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115625599644201791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115625599644201791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115625599644201791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-choosing-worst-full-metal.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115591271895482023</id><published>2006-08-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:51:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is friday. EOYs start on tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever noticed that when you are feeling particularly stressed out, you have this tendency to want to waste your time doing pointless things &lt;s&gt;such as blogging&lt;/s&gt;? and interestingly, it gives you mad bursts of sudden inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its speech day tomorrow and i really hope my voice doesnt crack because i caught the &lt;s&gt;!@#$%^&amp;&lt;/s&gt; flu from the &lt;s&gt;!@#$%^&amp;&lt;/s&gt; kim! -.- okay no im not that mean. so im going early to warm up with catty! at the freaking ungodly time of 7.10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling driven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i need to sort myself out a bit. i need some time to get myself back to the centre. (eck this sounds like zen yoga thingy) but i cant do anything until EOYs are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. today is the last day of normal classes for the sec 4s. im not sure how am i supposed to be dealing with all this movement right now. sometimes i feel liberated. sometimes i feel displaced. im missing a lot, but im also not missing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its better than nothing. sigh my head is hurting. im going to sleep &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one step at a time, we go. i'll get past, im sure. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115591271895482023?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115591271895482023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115591271895482023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115591271895482023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115591271895482023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115537110011768666</id><published>2006-08-12T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:25:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh crap i didnt realise that we have a grand total of 9 days to EOYs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting distracted by the computer. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while revising i realised that i should really try paying more attention in class, even if it IS boring and repetitive and sleep-inducing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read farewell notes again just now. okay once EOYs are over i'll drag my lazy butt and send out all the emails i've been intending to. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115537110011768666?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115537110011768666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115537110011768666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115537110011768666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115537110011768666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-crap-i-didnt-realise-that-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115526303524590904</id><published>2006-08-11T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:23:55.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When will you be home?" she asks&lt;br /&gt;as we watch the planes take off&lt;br /&gt;We both know we have no clear answer to where my dreams may lead&lt;br /&gt;She's watched me as i crawled and stumbled&lt;br /&gt;As a child, she was my world&lt;br /&gt;And now to let me go, I know she bleeds&lt;br /&gt;and yet she says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn leaves fell into spring time and&lt;br /&gt;SIlver-painted hair&lt;br /&gt;Daddy called one evening saying&lt;br /&gt;"We need you. Please come back"&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her laying in her bed&lt;br /&gt;Fragile as a child&lt;br /&gt;Pale just like an angel taking flight&lt;br /&gt;I held her as I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Keep your gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying every step along the way&lt;br /&gt;Even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away&lt;br /&gt;ohh...&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;Baby fly away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Fly Away", by Corrinne May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115526303524590904?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115526303524590904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115526303524590904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115526303524590904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115526303524590904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-will-you-be-home-she-asks-as-we.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115526112720636831</id><published>2006-08-11T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:52:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt that i had a small metal spoon stuck in my nose / windpipe and i couldnt get it out. when i woke up, i was still thinking about how to get it out, until i realised that THERE WAS NO SPOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115526112720636831?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115526112720636831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115526112720636831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115526112720636831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115526112720636831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dreamt-that-i-had-small-metal-spoon.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115509773360388768</id><published>2006-08-09T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:28:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/studyplan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/200/studyplan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115509773360388768?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115509773360388768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115509773360388768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115509773360388768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115509773360388768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115503804647853253</id><published>2006-08-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:54:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so very very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; grateful for our 5 days of precious unbroken holidays. &lt;strike&gt;of course, it's more like self-mugging period but&lt;/strike&gt; hooray im looking forward to waking up late :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mummy is going to Genting Highlands with her friends. ): darn we've all been abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im currently making a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY PLAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for the next two weeks! im feeling excited hahaha! you know sometimes you look at a neatly typed list of things to do, and the satisfaction of crossing each one out is just SO GOOD. &lt;strike&gt;better than sex!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yay im in quite a good mood today. tonight i will slack, and then tomorrow i will study my pants off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im filled with love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115503804647853253?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115503804647853253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115503804647853253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115503804647853253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115503804647853253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-very-very-very-grateful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115478196745825539</id><published>2006-08-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:48:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after one whole week, i'm finally having a bit of free time to myself. it's like the calm before the storm, because after next week, we'll go through hell and then it'll all be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first time i'm blogging since we stepped down on tuesday. i guess, i will blog about choir. and because i've been meaning to do this since eons, for the first time since a long time i'll do a more 'honest' post. honest to me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after farewell, for some reason i kept thinking it was monday, when it was actually wed. farewell gave me. closure. but you know it didnt really sink in until on thurs, when i was still in the classroom at 3.25 and suddenly i realised i wouldn't ever have to hop around in my seat on thur afternoons, waiting for mr.jalleh to finish SS on time so that i can rush down for choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because obviously, i won't ever GET to rush down for choir anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thought made me really, really sad. and, i guess, that was the moment when it really did sink in properly. the point is that it's over, and we can't stay any more. we can't worry over what's going to happen, or who's going to have problems, or how the choir's going to have to deal with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the point is. we need to let go and it's time for you to learn how to walk on your home, without having someone hovering. if you fall, you fall (and for your sake i hope you get up again). if you run, well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was sec one, i was a really irritating / rude / loser / weird / stoned / retarded sec one. and we would flounce around so happily and do retarded stuff like playing bollywood dancing, to the point that we were seriously scolded by velda and the other seniors. (speaking of velda, i met her at rjc today) and ms loo would terrify us periodically with her agitated stomping that would break her heels, and how she made us sing one by one, and always scolded us for not expressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad we got scolded by the seniors. remember the reauditions? i was so scared i would get kicked out. i think that, and the scolding, actually made me think for the first time how much i loved choir, even as a sec one. i admit: i'm slightly senior-phobic HAHA. even now, when some of them come back, i'm still mildly intimidated &gt;&lt; but they've been really patient, now that i think about it, and i'm glad we had them as our seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with sec 2 came choralfest&lt;3 and magic flute. remember the choreo (which was DAMN funny?) that was the first time we worked with ms lim. so many people cried during the course of concert that year. ms loo said she wouldnt mind kicking everyone out until she had 20 dedicated people left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of when limmy lay down in the gym and looked like she was about to die. and about when we were in the lorry after concert with all the props, and we just went on some mad concert high and couldnt stop singing and screaming at the cars in the middle of the night. and singing at budak's concert at the esplanade, with candles and oreo shakes at YMCA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in sec 3, suddenly we just all seemed older. that was when incognito&lt;3 started busking. i went with jac to arab street to buy cloth (we went like 3 times?!) and we peered into the sleezy massage parlours. we stayed back to paint like mad, and wondered if we could get high on turpentine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the choreo practices for concert. crying before SYF, because alto 1 had problems with sakura's pitch, and after SYF. remember the camp? with the water bombs the choir stole and hid? and wondering if we would be able to handle the choir at the end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year. my mummy came up with a way of expressing this year; she said: how many times since the start of sec 4 have you come back home with a pissed expression or cried because of CCA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again: how many times since the start of sec 4 have i laughed and hugged someone and felt so high and nostalgic because of CCA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody says our batch is very close. i'll say that we do have our problems.. but  i'd like to think we are pretty close overall? at least, i love everyone in our batch, and im glad to have met you all &lt;3 sometimes i think &lt;strong&gt;incognito&lt;/strong&gt; is really the best thing that happened to me in sec school, like jac said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think farewell gave us closure. at least, for me it did. reading all the notes and looking through all the gifts made me feel (for the lack of a better word) heartbroken. but at the same time it made me feel like this was finally it. this was all i've done, and it's enough and we have to go now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the farewell notes made me think. and after thinking i realised that even though sometimes i get so pissed with some people, or feel so hurt by others. ultimately in the end i love them all, because no matter what, this is all that matters to me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the only thing that has ever kept me going through all the horrible periods was the fact that i wanted to give the choir something. i wanted to give the juniors something to remember their stay in choir by and do something for the choir's sake. i dont really how if we've succeeded much as a sec 4 batch; i hope we have. &lt;strike&gt;but sometimes i seem to have this feeling like some people can't seem to wait for us to leave? (or am i being too sensitive hmm?)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll pretend that i don't know anything for now. because i think and hope they dont mean it that way. i just wish they would be more sensitive sometimes. because sometimes what you express does hurt, even if no one says anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more peaceful note. so i guess this is it. at the end of my four years here in rgs choir, i just want to say thankyou to the choir. i don't think my entire sec school life could have been the same without it. nothing else really expresses it. it's kind of sour-bitter-sweet. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love many people, and i wish i could have more time to watch them grow. and perhaps, grow with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115478196745825539?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115478196745825539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115478196745825539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115478196745825539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115478196745825539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-one-whole-week-im-finally-having.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115425143491196679</id><published>2006-07-30T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:23:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RINGERS CONCERT: CARILLON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou RINGERS for the invitation to perform, and the dinner and to their conductor for being nice to us even after the 1st super embarrassing rehearsal. thankyou ZAN SHZEHUI ZONGMIN for the flowers, which were horribly horribly sweet! thankyou MRS DTAN for the heart-shaped balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, thankyou &lt;strong&gt;INCOG&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. even though only 7 of us could make it for yesterday's performance, and so it definitely wasnt our best, but it went well all the same. speech day is our last performance and its coming up soon. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;there is something so romantic about singing in a circle in the carpark at night, uder a cresent moon and two stars and holding flowers.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you choir. friday made me so sad. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you distill 4 years of ups and downs into one single farewell session? or rather, how &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115425143491196679?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115425143491196679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115425143491196679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115425143491196679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115425143491196679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/ringers-concert-carillon-thankyou.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115391652316812542</id><published>2006-07-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:22:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is something wrong with me. i seem to be living in limbo all the time. before i get used to one thing, another one just comes along and suddenly im stuck again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be coming full circle. sigh. like swami says, another chapter's coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;maybe you are right, but you dont know how hard it is sometimes. but everything's over anyway, and i wont say a word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ill come back here when i can get my thoughts collected once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115391652316812542?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115391652316812542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115391652316812542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115391652316812542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115391652316812542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-is-something-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115374210409152787</id><published>2006-07-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:55:04.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to be doing organic chemistry, for fear of facing the Wrathful Teacher tomorrow. but obviously my fingers get itchy and while surfing blogs, i read &lt;a href="http://xepiih.livejournal.com"&gt;jac's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, maybe its pms (because after all, it is the right time). but i guess im already feeling nostalgic and sad. and anyway i just want to dedicate a shoutout to &lt;font size="4"&gt;INCOGNITO&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love busking with you guys and i wish we could continue for a while in jc, although i guess it is kind of impossible? but oh well. i really hope we can keep in touch, but even if we dont, i think i've really gained a lot of happy memories from you guys. thank you. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i already have 3 incog pictures up on this page. i want to put this one up instead. &lt;3 i love you guys very very very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/comm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/200/comm.0.jpg" border="0"  alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115374210409152787?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115374210409152787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115374210409152787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115374210409152787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115374210409152787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-supposed-to-be-doing-organic.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115374192769109133</id><published>2006-07-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:53:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOOK, LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/wanxiliuhuime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/200/wanxiliuhuime.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2, Teachers' Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/wanxiliuhuime_rhd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/200/wanxiliuhuime_rhd2.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4, Racial Harmony Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i am so amused hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115374192769109133?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115374192769109133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115374192769109133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115374192769109133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115374192769109133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-look.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115340035306043999</id><published>2006-07-20T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:59:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my teeth hurt. !@#$%^&amp;* okay i am in a really bad mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;theres a lot of hurt in this world. i wish it wouldnt be that way. but i guess sometimes thats the way it has to be, and so i hope you stay strong, and i love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115340035306043999?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115340035306043999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115340035306043999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115340035306043999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115340035306043999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-teeth-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115331652827777796</id><published>2006-07-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:42:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided that im going to drag myself out of this sluggish semi-depressed mood that is completely dominating my blog. i think i have some delayed reaction thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i forget, i just want to say that i'm really glad for Ms Loo, because honestly, she is a &lt;em&gt;saint&lt;/em&gt;. i dont think she even knew how close her words struck home, but all the same, it was something of a big comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a lot of turmoil going on. &lt;strike&gt;has ours passed already?&lt;/strike&gt; i hope this one blows over soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling energized again. i think my hormones are out of whack. SERIOUSLY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note. i want to eat corn. mmmmmm. :D okay shit i think i am feeling slightly high. I LOVE GOOGLETALK HEARTS. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to hug people tomorrow, because i want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115331652827777796?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115331652827777796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115331652827777796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115331652827777796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115331652827777796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-decided-that-im-going-to-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115323265384793877</id><published>2006-07-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:24:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ask for a lot, but you know, i dont need that much. just a little, and its enough. i'll be satisfied, because just a little is enough for now. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think overall for today, im feeling heartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/incognito3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/200/incognito3.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/light.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/Copy%20of%20DSC_6104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/Copy%20of%20DSC_6104.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a sentimental attack, cant you tell? &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115323265384793877?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115323265384793877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115323265384793877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115323265384793877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115323265384793877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-ask-for-lot-but-you-know-i-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115314155418736684</id><published>2006-07-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:05:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been doing a lot of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take back what i said yesterday, because i was hurt and i was pissed and i was crying, so i wasnt feeling very coherent or rational. but i've thought about things, slept on things, and ultimately this is what i have left to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that even though sometimes you (for the lack of a better description) break my heart, its okay because i dont think you mean it like that. (or at least, i THINK you dont mean it like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just going to pick up again, and move on, because ultimately, no matter whether it is reciprocated or not, i do love you, and i'll admit that sometimes the only reason why i even try is because i want to do something for you all. and that isnt going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though sometimes i practise my nagging skills on you, and scold you, i do know that overall, you do mean well. after all, no one flounces around, determined to offend. so i'll take comfort in that, and we'll just have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.&lt;/em&gt;" i love comm'06, and i love my batchmates. and in the end, i love the people i work for, regardless of what happens. you know who you all are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i would extend a hug to you. but it would be entirely up to you if you want to hug back. if you don't, its okay too, i won't really mind. but at least know that the hug is always there, so you can have it whenever you want it, if you ever do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115314155418736684?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115314155418736684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115314155418736684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115314155418736684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115314155418736684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-doing-lot-of-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115302914595035020</id><published>2006-07-16T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:52:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought that i should mention this somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discipline isnt about keeping stonily quiet all the time. yes, go ahead and talk and bond; the choir wouldnt be the choir without the bonding. but the thing is, you need to know how to separate the prancing from the serious stuff: once the singing starts, the concentration and effort begins, and the playing stops until it's time for a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discipline is about mental strength, and having that strength to do what is needed at the right time. unfortunately, it seems like the prancing is just spilling over into the serious stuff, and so is the wishy-washy bo-chap attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. there is so much work to do isnt there. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115302914595035020?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115302914595035020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115302914595035020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115302914595035020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115302914595035020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-thought-that-i-should-mention-this.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115296372061381969</id><published>2006-07-15T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:42:00.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this mornnig when i left the house, i had this really bad feeling. like the kind of sense of anxiety you get when the day is going to turn out to be a long tiring one, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much to say. or rather, i dont know to describe what i would like to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just occurred to me that Open House is about the last performance that the Sec 4s will wear the RGS Choir gown to. well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some people i really love, and some people i'm trying my best to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115296372061381969?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115296372061381969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115296372061381969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115296372061381969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115296372061381969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-mornnig-when-i-left-house-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115249287841096756</id><published>2006-07-10T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:54:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg okay i know i am really loser but i love iBooks! &lt;333 hahahaha. although i keep making tons and tons of typing errors. you know i am really not in a study mood at all. i am stuck in some kind of in between holidays limbo and all i want to do is to write me fluffy little pieces of fanfiction aqnd watch nice movies and anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. i am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. the annoying grace says HI. she says she is very nice. (YEAH RIGHT HAHAHA). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently a lot of people are not going for FAM cos of the bad organisation / relatively ulu location. HM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115249287841096756?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115249287841096756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115249287841096756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115249287841096756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115249287841096756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-okay-i-know-i-am-really-loser-but.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115242578636279526</id><published>2006-07-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:20:08.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYC Concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, lets talk about first impressions! there were essentially two thoughts running thorough my head when they first entered the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. excuse me for my slightly airbrained thoughts but i have to mention this: i am once again reminded why i like the nanyang choir's gowns. at choralfest 2 years ago, i thought they looked really elegant and definitely nicer than what most schools had to offer (although if you had plump arms then its a slightly different matter). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;. as the stage filled.. this was what happened in suetping's tiny brain: '...@#$%^&amp;* omg i think they are about twice the size of us.' and later, it was confirmed: they really are exactly twice our size. *faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right! on to more intellectual pursuits. their first few pieces were nice and relatively pleasant, but the song that really woke me up was Jaakonbin Pojat, where they did some terrifyingly exciting screaming. i really liked Como Tu, which according to quanquan is SSSSAAAA (!), Diu Diu Dang A and Papuparong Bukid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCI wasnt that bad either. i mean, for a new choir, they were pretty good. i think in a few years, they may go quite far. although i was greatly amused by the little nerdy boys at the front. hahaha. they sang salmo! although i liked our interpretation of it better. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a few rough patches in some parts of the concert, but overall it was good, and i quite enjoyed myself. i really liked their blending, and their musicality. plus, i think their discipline does show through, and for that, kudos to the nanyang choir. (: apparently rv was even better; darn, should have gone for that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, while i quite liked the nanyang choir's performance, i would have to say that i do prefer our choir's tone colour. haha maybe i am used to it, or biased. and, in my opinion anyway, i think we tend to be more emotionally involved in the pieces. or at least, i wish they had been more emotionally involved in Shinjiru! T-T it is a particularly sacred piece to me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, in any case, after nyc concert i've been doing a lot of thinking and analysing the standards and history of the rgs choir. will we bring standards back up to what we used to be? i'm going to be optimistic and say yes. but its going to take a lot of hard work, and a lot of earnest attitude and working together, as well as even more work on discipline if we want to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;everybody says they want to improve discipline. well, if that's the case, then you jolly well start from yourself. actually, as i look back over the course of the year, i think we have managed to make some improvements. but some people still do not respond, and unfortunately we have a long way to go. and the worst thing is that the sec 4s are leaving already. if you want it, choir, you are going to have to work for it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. i realised nanyang choir and rgs choir appear to share many coincidental quirks for some reason! when i was in choralfest 2 years ago, i met a nanyang suet! (met nysuet and lilin yesterday on fri night haha. nysuet said "suet!" and someone commented how weird it was for suet to call suet. i am greatly amused.) but to add on! their president is an alto 1 too, and they have a jacqueline in the comm. PLUS they too have a jiajun in alto 1, a samantha in alto 2, and while we have a phua quan quan in sop 1, they have a teo chia chia! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115242578636279526?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115242578636279526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115242578636279526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115242578636279526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115242578636279526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/nyc-concert-first-lets-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115211070238056273</id><published>2006-07-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:45:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to say that i really feel quite proud of the group of 409 people who learnt up their parts and lyrics so quickly over the past two days! yep i think we really made a huge improvement and above all, i really did have quite a lot of fun with you people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway theres choir tomorrow! im happy. hahaha would you believe it if i said that im actually really looking forward to choir these few days because we have &lt;strong&gt;such exciting songs &lt;/strong&gt;lined up? :DD omg i want to do What Shall We Do again. it is so lovely and antisocial and rumpy! &lt;3 and (!!) ITSUKI NO KUMORI UTA! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115211070238056273?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115211070238056273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115211070238056273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115211070238056273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115211070238056273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-want-to-say-that-i-really-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115176742798703938</id><published>2006-07-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:30:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me share with you a little gem i found while rearranging my files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/geet%20and%20me%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/geet%20and%20me%21.jpg" border="0" width="250" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...HAHAHAHA. this was the very first photo i took with swami! we were sec one!! (i.e. geet's head was even smaller before!) arent we cute? HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115176742798703938?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115176742798703938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115176742798703938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115176742798703938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115176742798703938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-me-share-with-you-little-gem-i.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115149973316020049</id><published>2006-06-28T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:02:13.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i'm still stuck in the holiday mood. i think i've just entered it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't written anything in a long time. i haven't updated in six months! holy shit. sometimes i have such wonderful seizes of emotion, but it sucks that i can't really sit down and bemoan my need for fluff / angst / whatever by writing it out. i think its therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling explosive. not like, angry or anything. just that i feel like i have so much i want to say sometimes, so much that i'm thinking of, or feeling, that i just want to explode a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im being crappy. yes, its back to dy/dx! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115149973316020049?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115149973316020049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115149973316020049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115149973316020049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115149973316020049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-im-still-stuck-in-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115122969861051040</id><published>2006-06-25T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:03:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here is something i believe in. sometimes i dont know if it is true, sometimes i wonder if its just a more optimistic outlook on things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are building walls the strongest? frankly, i dont think so. you know whats really strong? its having the strength to let things in, even after they've hurt you, and dealing with them from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're stronger than that. sometimes, nothing's going to happen, until you let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you read this. from the bottom of my heart, i hope you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115122969861051040?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115122969861051040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115122969861051040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115122969861051040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115122969861051040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-is-something-i-believe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115116113392523775</id><published>2006-06-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:58:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im crying as i type this, but i mean every word of it, whether you believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that i love all the people who have been a part of my life. like all the choir batchmates and juniors and seniors. and all the 203 people who gave me two wonderful years, and the 409 people who have been so amusing. and my primary school friends, and everyone whom i've talked to and who've made up a part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i may not get along that well with everyone. even though i may say things i dont really mean, do things i dont really say. even if you frustrate me, or irritate the hell out of me, or make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that i love you, before one day i drift apart from you, or some misunderstanding happens, or for some reason or another, i just dont see you around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when you wont listen to me anymore. and i dont know what to do. but i can, with all fucking honesty, say i love you. and its up to you if you want to accept it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i just want to say that i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115116113392523775?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115116113392523775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115116113392523775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115116113392523775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115116113392523775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-crying-as-i-type-this-but-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115105112997109452</id><published>2006-06-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:25:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yep, ive changed my layout. never heard the song before, but i find the lyrics horribly poignant, for some reason. cliched, but very poignant, and somehow, very sad. anyway i will attempt to do a long entry for once, which obviously i havent done in a long time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Somethingood 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so somethingood for incognito is over! oh well. honestly, i have to say that i did have quite a lot of fun busking at somethingood! yay THANK YOU to all the people who have dropped by so nicely and donated, and to all the wonderful strangers who just smiled / did funny little jiggly dances / sang along / joked with us. haha we even had tourists who came up to take pictures with us hahaha! it was quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and THANK YOU also to the really nice group of SCGS basketballers who just stopped to watch and donate. they were super nice! and we didnt even know them (: you know, i love incognito! really, every single person in incognito, and i mean it. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Choir Gathering'06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, we had such spectacular plans to roam the streets of Orchard Road at first, unfortunately they had to be cancelled. -.- but anyway! hahaha i have to say that i had a lot of fun running around splashing water. HAHA. yes, we got eyefuls of translucent shirts and black bras. hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i guess i just want to say that i really love the choir. (although i think this is the 50000th time im saying it already) but im really thankful for everything that RGS Choir has given me, and i'll be lying if i say i won't miss it like shit. i've had really nice seniors, sweet juniors and fantastic batchmates, not to mention that Ms Loo is really, indescribably wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot i want to say, but i wont say it now. one day, i'll do a really long entry where i'll say exactly what im thinking and feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is a shoutout to &lt;font size=+1&gt;QUANQUAN&lt;/font&gt;: i just want to tell you that i love talking on the phone to you and im really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; glad to have met you. i think that you are one of the few people who can really understand me well and be on the same wavelength. thank you, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;strong&gt;INCOGNITO&lt;/strong&gt;: theres nothing for me to say except i love love &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have so much love i want to give, and i dont know how to channel it out to the people its being directed to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115105112997109452?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115105112997109452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115105112997109452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115105112997109452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115105112997109452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/yep-ive-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115072782627997557</id><published>2006-06-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:37:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened tonight. So, Suet Ping is here to regale you with the description of her reaction to this something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she starts hyperventilating. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, she keels over in shock / horror / despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, we are doomed.  Suet Ping dies. !@#$%^&amp;*@#$% HOW NOW BROWN COW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115072782627997557?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115072782627997557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115072782627997557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115072782627997557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115072782627997557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115062613841459299</id><published>2006-06-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:22:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive just come to the end of Full Metal Alchemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT THEY COME UP WITH BETTER, MORE SATISFYING ENDINGS?! THAT WAS THE MOST !@#$%^ AMBIGUOUSLY-TRYING-TO-SOUND-CHIM-AND-SMARTASS ENDING EVER! !@#$%^&amp;!@#$%^&amp;!@#$%^!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i think i will go into depression for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115062613841459299?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115062613841459299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115062613841459299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115062613841459299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115062613841459299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-just-come-to-end-of-full-metal.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115046065048117726</id><published>2006-06-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:24:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am looking at the photos from somethingood that quan sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... HAHAHAHAHA I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE WERE DOING BUT I THINK WE ARE DAMN RETARDED HAHAHAHA. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115046065048117726?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115046065048117726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115046065048117726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115046065048117726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115046065048117726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-looking-at-photos-from.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-115036597387583220</id><published>2006-06-15T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:06:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i quote cat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine (yes, sweet intellectual funky-haired loser retarded charmaine chia) was "quite disappointed" at the lack of hot french dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i go off into spasms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115036597387583220?l=windstrewn.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-19584929.post-115021692613127591</id><published>2006-06-14T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:43:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ripped this from geri's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Damn, you are good in bed&lt;br /&gt;B-You are always fun when it comes tomeeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;C- you're wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;D-You have trouble trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;E-You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;F-People totally adore you&lt;br /&gt;G-Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;H-You have very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I-Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;J-Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You like to try new things&lt;br /&gt;L-You have a nice ass ;-)&lt;br /&gt;M-success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;N-Have a big warm heart.&lt;br /&gt;O-You love foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;P-You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q-You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R-You are very hot and sexy!&lt;br /&gt;S-People think you are so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;T-you are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;U-You are really chill.&lt;br /&gt;V-You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W-You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let ppl tell u wat to do&lt;br /&gt;Y-One o hardest gangsters alive&lt;br /&gt;Z-You like it VERY VERY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;- you're wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;-You have very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;-You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;-Damn, you are good in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;-You have very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;-People think you are so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;-You are really chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;-You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;-you are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;-You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;-Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;-Have a big warm heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;-Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethingood was quite good (: even though i would just go and bash my head into the wall if i hear the doo-wop medley one more time. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should try and bring more water and lozenges on the 21st! right now my voice is like perpetually lower than usual thanks to non-stop singing yesterday. &lt;strike&gt;it &lt;em&gt;cracked&lt;/em&gt; into the mike twice HOW EMBARRASSING IS THAT.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im going to watch full metal alchemist now! MAES HUGHES HOW COULD YOU DIE. &lt;\3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-115021692613127591?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/115021692613127591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=115021692613127591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115021692613127591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/115021692613127591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/ripped-this-from-geris-blog-damn-you.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114993375433729963</id><published>2006-06-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:02:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FORGOT TO ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incognito will be performing at &lt;strong&gt;Somethingood 2006,&lt;/strong&gt; a charity busking festival in aid of the Bone Marrow Donor Programme during the following slots!&lt;br /&gt;- 12th June (Mon) ; 11am - 12pm ; between Isetan &amp; Shaw House [&lt;em&gt;Opening Ceremony&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;- 12th June (Mon) ; 3pm - 6.30pm ; Shaw Underpass&lt;br /&gt;- 21st June (Wed) ; 11am - 2pm ; Shaw Underpass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come by and support if you're in the area during those days! &lt;em&gt;If you're not, just donate to any of the other buskers anyway&lt;/em&gt; :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114993375433729963?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114993375433729963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114993375433729963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114993375433729963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114993375433729963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-forgot-to-add.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114993282620183291</id><published>2006-06-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:47:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the delegate of egypt has returned from three long days of RMUN 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been an interesting time, and honestly speaking, i think i got some valuable exposure from it. um although i have to say that i didnt have wild fun, per se, but still i feel a bit wistful now that its over. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;partly, i guess, because i think i should have spent more time interacting more closely with the others.&lt;/span&gt; in a way, RMUN reminds me of Choral Fest 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i had fun laughing at some of the &lt;em&gt;extremely lewd &lt;/em&gt;performances put up by some of the countries during the fashion parade ha ha! not to mention some of the really funny things people say. :DD so, for the sake of recollection, i'm going to post up some of my favourite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Denmark has lots of milk. I have got lots and lots of milk."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delegate of Denmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, think of the women! Think of the children! Think of the sheep!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delegate of USA, during the RMUN flash crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This resolution is like a clogged toilet bowl. No motion can be passed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bad resolution joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What school is the girl sitting next to you from?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Poland to the USSR, referring to Vatican City (Lydia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The situation we're in is desperate! Like Desperate Housewives!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delagate of Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As India has a female president, we are very concerned with the commission on the status of women. Hence, we urge Argentina to give equal status to all females and female sheep."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delegate from India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Vatican City wishes to speak. Amen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aileen + Lydia of Vatican City, in their note to the Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. the state of Somalia will cease to exist shortly, following the dumping of all nuclear weapons of the world on Somalian land. HAHAHA. omg HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad that our council on &lt;strong&gt;Trade Barriers&lt;/strong&gt; managed to &lt;strike&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strike&gt; pass the resolution proposed by China, Uganda, UK, USA and Zimbabwe. (:  although i admit i didnt play a very big role in the going-ons of my council, owing to&lt;br /&gt;1) our pro-US stance. USA says, Egypt nods.&lt;br /&gt;2) general &lt;em&gt;"o.O ummm"&lt;/em&gt; sentiments&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i got to talk to people from other &lt;strike&gt;countries&lt;/strike&gt; schools! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. and i met TANNEH. i have missed tanneh, actually. and a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will put up photos soon if i can get them (: thank you to everyone who has helped me when i err faced an imminent crisis HAHA, and for being there when i got so pissed with some stuff.  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114993282620183291?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114993282620183291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114993282620183291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114993282620183291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114993282620183291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/delegate-of-egypt-has-returned-from.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114939296339347088</id><published>2006-06-04T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:52:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is an entry dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;INCOGNITO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i am thinking of now. it's about yesterday, when we went to the esplanade, found some small corner and practiced for one hour. and it was super hot and we were so tired and sian, but thanks to the infrastructure we sounded all echo-ey and lovely and the sky just got darker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess. its just things like that which make you sit back and suddenly feel thankful. all i can say is that im really glad incognito came together to busk &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYBODY. yes, &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt;, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a prancier note, i think yesterday's performance was quite good! :DD and the audience was really quite nice. yay i am waiting for photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i wouldnt mind doing something like that again. &lt;strike&gt; not only is it a nice ego booster HAHA but we got a fantastic view and very nice springrolls.&lt;/strike&gt; yay actually i am quite excited for somethingood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114939296339347088?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114939296339347088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114939296339347088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114939296339347088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114939296339347088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-entry-dedicated-to-incognito.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114922067905244234</id><published>2006-06-02T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:57:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i think i suck. i should be doing the glorious physics PT right now, but instead i am struck with an urge to roll around like an unglamorous cow. hooray. which explains why i am blogging instead of reading up on kWh and electromotive force. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel surrounded by love. that tends to happen, when you eat too much pizza for breakfast and your milo is too sweet and you talk for one-and-a-half hours on the phone with quanquan the pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 yes, it is back to alternating currents for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114922067905244234?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114922067905244234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114922067905244234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114922067905244234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114922067905244234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/shit-i-think-i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114914952336732385</id><published>2006-06-01T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:19:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i swear i was going to get a nice pretty layout. then i saw this one and i couldnt resist. -.- hahaha! i shall change it soon! but for now i must content myself with staring at alphonse and his adorably retarded expression hahahaha. :D hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap i think i am going to gain a lot of weight this holidays. my stomach has visibly expanded (I AM SERIOUS) because all i do is eat and eat and eat. and the worst thing is that i am eating really junky stuff like cheezels (!) and white chocolate (!!) and fried chicken. (!!!) ha i think i am going to grow fat and develop hypertension and DIE. -.- woe is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114914952336732385?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114914952336732385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114914952336732385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114914952336732385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114914952336732385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/06/shit-i-swear-i-was-going-to-get-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114908993718756262</id><published>2006-05-31T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:40:15.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+3&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINSI!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt; (now you may truly go off and have sex &lt;strike&gt;and rape charmaine&lt;/strike&gt; and no one can stop you HAHAHA)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114908993718756262?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114908993718756262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114908993718756262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114908993718756262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114908993718756262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-minsi-now-you-may-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114856197665054678</id><published>2006-05-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:01:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You scored as &lt;b&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/b&gt;. Related majors that match your highest scored category:  American Sign Language, Art Education, Business Education, Counseling, Early/Middle Childhood Education, Music Education, Physical Education, Psychology, Rehabilitation Services, Social Work, Special Education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider all majors in your OTHER high scoring categories. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. Consider adding a minor or double majoring. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114856197665054678?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114856197665054678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114856197665054678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114856197665054678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114856197665054678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-scored-as-educationcounseling.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114831231650806396</id><published>2006-05-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:38:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH OH OH OH OH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many photos of concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i am rolling around in happiness. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114831231650806396?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114831231650806396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114831231650806396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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horny pick-up lines. gosh i feel so loved HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby when you talk like that,   [must not be horny ^^] says:&lt;br /&gt;^^ HAHAHAHAH ITS SUPPOSED TO TURN YOU ON, NOT MAKE YOU LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, angel is very funny &lt;strike&gt;and very sexy&lt;/strike&gt;. :DDD i like angel, she amuses me greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall move on now! i realised i have not blogged for eons. so i am going to blog now! ha ha. i am being rather incoherent, yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir concert feels so long ago. (this is the part where you hear my heart cracking) which reminds me, half my concert presents are STILL with me. yes i suck -.- but you know i think the past few weeks have taken quite a toll on me. i am zonking out in class for practically every block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(holy shit, bio papers are being returned tomorrow.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a recharge. i think i need to spend some time alone just to sort everything out. (: and i want to spend more time with the wonderful people around me so i can wallow for just a little while more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus. i am going to make it a point to change my blog layout soon. hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am overwhelmed with &lt;em&gt;so much love&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;3 hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114831209343634149?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114831209343634149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114831209343634149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114831209343634149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114831209343634149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-suck-i-am-updating-my-blog-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114745115592445233</id><published>2006-05-12T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:37:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the moment, i have a msn window alert that that keeps blinking and blinking orange in a very annoying way. welcome to the wonders of the 16-person post-concert MSN convo, where people go high randomly and talk about weird stuff and you get dizzy just trying to keep up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGSCHOIR I LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it amazes me how we get things done. two weeks ago, we were in deep shit: the choreo was not complete, the songs were not learnt and some scenes were not even &lt;em&gt;touched&lt;/em&gt;. and then suddenly its all over, and by some miracle, it was on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that our medley was pieced together sucessfully, for the first time, &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt; days before concert? or that incog only came up with a complete busking item on &lt;strong&gt;the morning of concert, 6.50am&lt;/strong&gt;, at the foyer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'll come a day when you're losing your way,&lt;br /&gt;And you won't know where you belong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how we can work so hard for 5 long months, staying back until 7+ every day, all in exchange for just 3 hours of crazy adrenaline. you know right before concert, when ms lim warmed us up? i felt like i was somewhere where i was completely at ease, even though people were flouncing around giggling and shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we ran through the pep talk on stage.. i dont know. it was somewhere between really high, and really sad. because it just occurred to me that this was going to be the last concert for our batch, and we'll never have another chance to do this again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the hugging. this is really weird, but i love the hugging part of concert every year. i dont know how to say it, but when you are just &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; that crowd of people, holding someone tight, its as though you are sucking in strength, and giving it all back to them at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like that. concert came, and concert went. in spite of whatever hiccups we had, or whatever mistakes we made, we just &lt;em&gt;went right on&lt;/em&gt;. i dont think im going to be able to forget the curtain call anytime soon: watching everyone run onto the stage like nothing else matters, waving across backstage to those on the other side, seeing people just &lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the trip back to school. passing the pails all up, one by one, while singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel canto was something of a miracle, and im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say that home is where the heart is:&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your heart, and you know you can't go wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know when i was saddest, throughout the whole of concert prep over the past few months? it was during the first time i really snapped at the choir. this is totally retarded.. but i cried after that. because i really didnt want to do something like that, because it was mean, because scolding the whole choir means i wasnt being fair to those who were so wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know when i was proudest? when you stop and look back and see how everyone has changed and have grown so much in so little time. and you see people trying to help where they can, whether it is required of them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wonder what in the world you have done to deserve being a part of all these fantastic people. you wonder why and &lt;em&gt;how on earth &lt;/em&gt;you managed to find your way into rgschoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe everything is over already. i can't believe we're going to be leaving this all behind, just like that. i want to stay on. i really, really want to. sometimes choir seems to be the only thing pulling me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i love the choir to shits. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna change the world, then change your mind,&lt;br /&gt;We'll light the darkness one life at a time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;strong&gt;fournine &lt;/strong&gt;for coming down and for the flowers. its horribly sweet, and i love you guys so much. &lt;3 thanks to everyone else, i think im going to miss people out if i start to listing -.- but yes. thank you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;strong&gt;choir &lt;/strong&gt;for everything. we've come a long way from just two weeks ago, and i think you guys are the most fantastic people i have ever met. thank you for all your effort, for all the screaming and laughing and focus and crying and singing. i cant say anything other than this: i really love you guys and i think im going to miss you &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for Bel Canto. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114745115592445233?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114745115592445233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am supposed to be studying now. but i am crying beacause your heart will lead you home is playing on my speakers. which is quite a stupid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words dont describe how much i love the choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats it. bel canto is over. all that laughing, and scolding, and late nights, and crying, and hugging, and screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114739943321709236?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114739943321709236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114739943321709236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Busking&lt;br /&gt;12.00am-3.00am: Sectionals (Twos) + Medley Script Editing&lt;br /&gt;3.00am-7.00am: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm-11.20pm: Bathing / Scoring&lt;br /&gt;11.20pm-12.50am: Bathing / Busking / Script / Conking off one by one&lt;br /&gt;12.50am-1.10am: Wake Charmaine up (to find coffee powder), Make Coffee &lt;br /&gt;1.10am-4.00am: Sectionals + Medley Script Editing &lt;br /&gt;3.00am- Wake Charmaine up again (to find umbrella)&lt;br /&gt;3.20am- Go high. -.-!&lt;br /&gt;4.00am- Twos conk off.&lt;br /&gt;4.00am-6.00am: Medley Script Editing + Suffering of Effects of Caffeine (PEE PEE)&lt;br /&gt;6.00am-9.00am: SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we STILL have stuff to do. rawrrrrrrr. i am feeling incoherent and wonky now. not to mention muscle aches and bruises on my knees, elbow and hipbone from choreo with ms lim. aiee it is extremely loser! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i forget, i have to mention that charmaine's house is !@#$%&amp; FANTASTIC, and so is her daddy's cooking. seriously, her bathroom itself looks like something out of a hotel. -.- HAHA. i think her parents must be quite O.O at the amount we eat and eat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i dont really have to say this but haha. i think i will. i love the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how it is when sometimes you want to freeze something and take a picture of it and just capture it in that moment? that was how i felt when we had that impromptu bonding session while waiting for the food to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. eleven days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114641367742805789?l=windstrewn.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-19584929.post-114623864105186372</id><published>2006-04-28T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:37:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are thirteen days before concert, and we would expect that particular level of commitment, or at least, effort from you. if you feel that you dont want to provide that, then obviously maybe this is the wrong cca for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant be happy, if you dont love something. dont cheat yourself, and dont make the lives of others difficult. you have a lot of work? you are tired? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. you are just taking part in it, but you are not giving anything back. what about the people who are driving it, and who are putting in thrice the effort and time you do. do you even bother to think where they got their energy and time from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least. you could have the DECENCY not to let the people who &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;care find out about your not-very-welcome sentiments, because you obviously dont think about the effects it has on them. in that case, too bad, dont expect them to be nice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love incognito and the choir. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this is our last concert. and its just thirteen days. once this is over, our time with the rgschoir is almost up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to the busking sleepover tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114623864105186372?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114623864105186372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a Capital Letter mood! Just for the fun of it - The only things I remember about the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ PFT was rawr. I have however passed my I-Pull! In fact, I did a GRAND TOTAL of FIVE. Haha. I should be hailed as the Sportswoman of the Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Chem PT was Very, Very Terrible. &lt;strike&gt;It degenerated into a Mass Cheating Session.&lt;/strike&gt; I am filled with pride for our car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Book Day was funny. Hahahaha. I have a newfound love for caterpillars! Well-done 409! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/1600/bookday%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5533/1928/320/bookday%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Do you know that I am suddenly filled with affection for 409. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Nature Week Presentation: Was funny. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Inconvo went along mostly okay. It wasn't all that fantastic, but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I really love the choir. Nothing new, but I guess I just want to say it here. Sometimes it is so hard to do something that you don't want to do at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to write and write and write and write. But it is so hard these few days. There just isn't enough time to write anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114580952567993306?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114580952567993306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114580952567993306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114580952567993306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114580952567993306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-in-capital-letter-mood-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114493806712400060</id><published>2006-04-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:21:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Heart, don't fail me now!&lt;br /&gt;Courage, don't desert me!&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn back now that we're here&lt;br /&gt;People always say&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of choices&lt;br /&gt;No one ever mentions fear!&lt;br /&gt;Or how a road can seem so long&lt;br /&gt;How the world can seem so vast&lt;br /&gt;Courage see me through&lt;br /&gt;Heart I'm trusting you&lt;br /&gt;On this journey...to the past!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114493806712400060?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114493806712400060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114493806712400060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114493806712400060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114493806712400060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/04/heart-dont-fail-me-now-courage-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114467160324792955</id><published>2006-04-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:39:23.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way&lt;br /&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear,&lt;br /&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,&lt;br /&gt;or even your year, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're there for me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many theories as to why things happen, but in the end, nothing really matters. i dont want to drag things on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry. these few days i've been in a bad mood. things are being really sucky: in choir, in class, in work. please dont provoke me; i'm really mean. i'm disgustingly mean and most of the time i dont really mean it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a really good reason for all this: PMS. but i dont think that alone is enough to justify. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i should just go and hide myself away and be unaffected by everything else. &lt;strike&gt; sorry, i dont give a flying fuck anymore.&lt;/strike&gt; im willing to push forward like mad if thats all it takes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more angsty wanksty please. i dont like angsty wanksty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that somehow, over the previous months, i've come to like 409. i prefer to think, of course, that this bunch of us were dumped into this class for a reason, but uhhh whatever it is, i think being in 409 has taught me a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot a lot a lot. (: hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually having fun with lit pt filming, although its giving me the shittiest of headaches! but ohwell at least something was gained. omg i shall return with scary stories of our outdoor filming at night soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114467160324792955?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114467160324792955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114467160324792955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114467160324792955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114467160324792955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-no-one-told-you-life-was-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114424841259324998</id><published>2006-04-05T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:46:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>make it good           ;    belcanto. 11 may acsb (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you too! really really. ARRRGHHHH SUETTTTTTTTT. &lt;br /&gt;make it good           ;    belcanto. 11 may acsb (: says:&lt;br /&gt;IVE NEVER FELTT HIS WAY BEFORE but now i want choir EVERYDAY so that we can get things done faster and so we can make it the BEST it can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114424841259324998?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114424841259324998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114424841259324998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114424841259324998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114424841259324998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/04/make-it-good-belcanto.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114416328726347231</id><published>2006-04-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:41:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i admit that i really suck when i'm stressed. i get high-strung, snappy, and about as muddled as a chicken running around without a head. and these few weeks are going to be really tiring, so you know what to expect, and im super sorry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everybody says Bel Canto is going to rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. im filled with optimism and inspiration! so yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;SEC FOURS&lt;/strong&gt;: we've met with plenty of shit, and surely we can hold on for another 5 weeks! from now on, lets all just chiong it together till the end. lets make Bel Canto a fantastic last concert for us before we leave, and make it a rocking one for all the sec threes twos and ones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go out with a bang (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgschoir! lets all chiong it &lt;u&gt;together&lt;/u&gt;. yea we rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An RGS Choir Production&lt;br /&gt;11th May 2006, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;ACS(B) Concert Hall, 7.30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114416328726347231?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114416328726347231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114416328726347231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114416328726347231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114416328726347231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-admit-that-i-really-suck-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114395430483923694</id><published>2006-04-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:10:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel really trapped because there are so many things i would like to say, but you just &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;. and it is so unfair, because you can't even justify yourself, and what everyone sees is this kokked screwed version of whats really happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you wonder, oh no maybe we are really that horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its really, really hard to keep running after people and trying to undo the damage, while trying to get everything else done at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;IRONIC. HOW BLOODY IRONIC CAN YOU GET. &lt;/strike&gt; perhaps you should look at what you are saying, in contrast to what you are doing. i think it would be much better if you try to &lt;strong&gt;set an example of what you expect&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. its not the little things. its the whole attitude overall. im tired. sometimes i feel as though the respect has been lost. its very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone understand me? ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh but it doesnt matter in the end! we're just going to plough straight ahead :) i love everybody! hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night quanquan called to play a prank on me (and it was all moronic minsi and jac's idea!) and i couldnt stop hyperventilating for the next 15 min, even after she told me it was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... DONT &lt;strong&gt;EVER &lt;/strong&gt;DO THAT AGAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it was super scary okay. i lost all concentration for physics -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114395430483923694?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114395430483923694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114395430483923694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114395430483923694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114395430483923694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-feel-really-trapped.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114347234818712394</id><published>2006-03-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:12:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes shit happens. but you know what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many strong people in this world. so take heart, because in my opinion i think you are one of them. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114347234818712394?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114347234818712394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114347234818712394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114347234818712394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114347234818712394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-shit-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114334950117338114</id><published>2006-03-26T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:05:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! i am doing this cos im trying to run away from my ss essay and because minsi apparently wants me to do! yeah so lets begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven random facts about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am tall&lt;br /&gt;2. i tend to slouch a lot&lt;br /&gt;3. i love rgs choir&lt;br /&gt;4. i have BAD pms&lt;br /&gt;5. i love singing&lt;br /&gt;6. i like fluff&lt;br /&gt;7. i am weird, so it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven &lt;strike&gt;celebrity&lt;/strike&gt; ANIME crushes (i dont crush celebs!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. aoshi!! &lt;br /&gt;2. ranma!&lt;br /&gt;3. miroku!!&lt;br /&gt;4. sesshoumaru!&lt;br /&gt;5. heero yuy!&lt;br /&gt;6. inuyasha!&lt;br /&gt;7. kenshin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven qualities i want in potential boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taller than me, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;2. able to handle my intense moodswings&lt;br /&gt;3. understands how i feel &lt;br /&gt;4. kind and accepting&lt;br /&gt;5. amusing so that i can laugh at him all day long hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;6. not hideous, please?&lt;br /&gt;7. not a jerk, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven things that scare me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. things that go bump in the night&lt;br /&gt;2. being totally useless to other people&lt;br /&gt;3. flunking everything really badly&lt;br /&gt;4. dying before i get a chance to do all that i want to do&lt;br /&gt;5. losing my sight!&lt;br /&gt;6. people around me dying&lt;br /&gt;7. losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven random songs at the moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Light Shaded Dream from rurouni kenshin&lt;br /&gt;2. Fly Away by corrinne may&lt;br /&gt;3. Say Goodbye by toxic audio&lt;br /&gt;4. All the Things She Said by tatu&lt;br /&gt;5. M by ayumi hamasaki&lt;br /&gt;6. Looking Through Your Eyes by leann rimes&lt;br /&gt;7. Itsuki no Kumori Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven things i like the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rgs choir &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;2. internet&lt;br /&gt;3. my friends!&lt;br /&gt;4. long car rides&lt;br /&gt;5. my family&lt;br /&gt;6. bonding time!&lt;br /&gt;7. holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven things i plan to do before i die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tell the people around me how much i love them&lt;br /&gt;2. travel around the world!&lt;br /&gt;3. love rgs choir &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4. ride in a hot-air-balloon and go skydiving!&lt;br /&gt;5. buy a nice house and car and the luxuries of life.&lt;br /&gt;6. work with children&lt;br /&gt;7. touched the lives of others somehow or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven things i say the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. oh shit&lt;br /&gt;2. *random censored bleeping things*&lt;br /&gt;3. i suck -.-&lt;br /&gt;4. don't be irritating..!&lt;br /&gt;5. i love you&lt;br /&gt;6. *something perverted*&lt;br /&gt;7. obviously lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i decided to skip the last part hahahaha because now i must go offline. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114334950117338114?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114334950117338114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114334950117338114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114334950117338114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114334950117338114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-i-am-doing-this-cos-im-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114330147779931152</id><published>2006-03-25T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:38:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every night when i come online to talk with ppl i realised i use the phrase 'I LOVE YOU' a lot. this is really cliched, but dont you think that one of the greatest things about loving something and someone is that theres no limit to the amount of emotion you can give? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are not built with a automatic limit for love. you can love anything and everything, if you just open yourself to that possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights put me in strange moods sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114330147779931152?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114330147779931152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114330147779931152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114330147779931152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114330147779931152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/every-night-when-i-come-online-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114321386680497973</id><published>2006-03-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:31:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Your Personality Type is ENFJ.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFJ: "Pedagogue" -- Outstanding leader of groups. Can be aggressive at helping others to be the best that they can be. 5% of the total population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ENFJs optimistic outlook toward social relationships is a burden to them at times. When external conflicts affect a group, the ENFJ is likely to assume responsibility. Their ability to empathize then turns into a liability. ENFJs, when over-identifying with the pain of others, will lose sight of their own concerns and interests. Their idealism can also be the cause of some distress when their assumptions are unable to weather the winds of reality. Fantasized relationships rarely translate into reality and even the best charismatic leader encounters unexpected resistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all NFs, ENFJs will disassociate themselves from stressful situations in an effort to protect their sense of well-being and togetherness. The ENFJ, however, will repress the unpleasant side of life only to have to face it later in an intensified form when it explodes from its hiding place. It can manifest itself as fits of anger, sudden outbursts, or emotional explosions. Often the ENFJ's body will reflect pent-up stress by manifesting various physical symptoms that will erupt unexpectedly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Careers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertainer&lt;br /&gt;recruiter&lt;br /&gt;artist&lt;br /&gt;newscaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;writer/journalist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recreation director&lt;br /&gt;librarian&lt;br /&gt;facilitator&lt;br /&gt;politician&lt;br /&gt;psychologist&lt;br /&gt;housing director&lt;br /&gt;career counselor&lt;br /&gt;sales trainer&lt;br /&gt;travel agent&lt;br /&gt;program designer&lt;br /&gt;corporate/team trainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;child welfare worker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social worker (elderly...services)&lt;br /&gt;interpreter/translator&lt;br /&gt;occupational therapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;executive: small business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alcohol/drug counselor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sales manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitytest.net/cgi-bin/q.pl"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this is kind of true to a certain extent. especially the Danger-Please-Keep-Away-From-Radioactive-Weirdo-In-Times-Of-Stress: May-Explode-or-Eat-Other-Humans-Alive warning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single career thingy tells me to go into either teaching or counseling. nyahh. actually i am seriously considering pursuing a career in law just a few years, before i move over into teaching or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like that tree outside the school, right before the fork in the road where you either walk to the bus stop outside the school, or cross the road. that tree has really good memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114321386680497973?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114321386680497973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114321386680497973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114321386680497973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114321386680497973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-personality-type-is-enfj.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114304373171440113</id><published>2006-03-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:08:51.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;☻☺     some people live just to play the game      &lt;3 says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay suet to be specific its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;☻☺     some people live just to play the game      &lt;3 says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida, having sex with a porcupine is illegal. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan 荃 says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do floridians have fetishes for porcupines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan 荃 says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to have sex with a porcupine tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114304373171440113?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114304373171440113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114304373171440113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114304373171440113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114304373171440113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-people-live-just-to-play-game-3.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114304309906031261</id><published>2006-03-22T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:58:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in view of my immense adoration for quanquan my illicit lover, i shall wish her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/font&gt; three minutes in advance. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114304309906031261?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114304309906031261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114304309906031261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114304309906031261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114304309906031261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-view-of-my-immense-adoration-for.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114278296418966566</id><published>2006-03-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:42:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the holidays are over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;GASP &lt;/strong&gt;THE HOLIDAYS ARE OVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i think i suck. i havent done a single productive falala thing this entire week! okay actually i have, BUT THE POINT IS, there is so much work left! gosh i feel like a workaholic! workaholic! workaholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. okay yes it is night and i am slightly high. i am also sleepy. but it is okay! you know, i have to wake up at the ungodly hour of SIX tomorrow morning. how atrocious is that? it's learning journey week. no one wakes up at six duing LJ week! it's like an excuse for everyone to have an extended week of oversleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bratty, weird and stupid. :D do you know i just lost my contact lense in my contact lens case. i dug and i dug and then i realised it was stuck to my finger. &lt;strike&gt;omg i am a loser!&lt;/strike&gt; ha ha haha. hahahahahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! im going to savour my six hours of sleep. tmr i will see quan and minsi and jac in the morning! and i shall embrace them in my endless love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114278296418966566?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114278296418966566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114278296418966566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114278296418966566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114278296418966566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114261274660465749</id><published>2006-03-18T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:25:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am inspired by jac's blog entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i've said this millions of times already, to the point it's getting really stale, but ITS OKAY I REALLY LOVE CHOIR &lt;33 and i really LOVE THE PEOPLE IN IT. :D sometimes i cant believe how my whole school life seems to be revolving around choir. you would think its so loser, but i love it anyway. there are some days when the only thing makes me want to come to school is so i can see these &lt;strong&gt;fantastic&lt;/strong&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: okay cant you tell that i am high. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is so disgustingly wonderfully satisfying to see people change for the better. hooray! by the way, heres a random fact: I LOVE YOU ONES. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im just super glad to be surrounded by wonderful people. even though this holiday &lt;strike&gt;has been crap&lt;/strike&gt; hasnt been a holiday really, i want to say thanks so much to everyone who come down for all the pracs like the great people you are! (: it really makes my day, im serious. yes it sounds loser. but im serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually. this holiday has been terrible. i feel twice as stressed as before the holidays. which is just wrong. but im really glad that every time i need a hug / need to scream / need to do other unexpected things. people that i love are always there for me. when im stressed, i do mean, stupid and unexpected things i dont really mean to do. i stomp on peoples' toes, i chew them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really means a lot when you're being so wonderful, so thank you and i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114261274660465749?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114261274660465749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114261274660465749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114261274660465749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114261274660465749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-inspired-by-jacs-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114217351873554233</id><published>2006-03-12T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:25:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here in the night,&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Our two hearts are one.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;out of our hands&lt;/strong&gt;, we can't stop what we've begun.&lt;br /&gt;And love just took me by &lt;strong&gt;surprise&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Looking through your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Looking Through Your Eyes; LeAnn Rimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114217351873554233?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114217351873554233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114217351873554233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114217351873554233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114217351873554233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-in-night-i-see-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114209043406570186</id><published>2006-03-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:20:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why things happen so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why there has to be so many barriers. its horrible. its horrible, it shouldnt have happened. but here you have, bitchy shallow and barriers all laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you geetha. thank you for listening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114209043406570186?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114209043406570186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114209043406570186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114209043406570186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114209043406570186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-know-why-things-happen-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114208824199566854</id><published>2006-03-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:44:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i am stressed, i am intolerable, i am whiny and i am generally very annoying. so im sorry in advance, but unfortunately you must tolerate my annoying-ness for a little while more, because &lt;strike&gt;there is something wrong with my &lt;em&gt;corpus luteum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; my stupid hormones are out of whack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping i dont have some weird low hormonal level thing like my mummy does. &lt;strike&gt;i would like to conceive easily without having to do uv scans of my oocytes. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets continue. the holidays are here, they dont feel like holidays obviously, because the march holidays arent really holidays; they are a time given to you to catch up on your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am so afraid that one day i will just get so angry that i start screaming and yelling and slamming you &lt;em&gt;just so hard&lt;/em&gt;. i realised ive never really lost my temper completely ever since coming to rgs. and i hope the year comes to an end staying that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dont you get so full of yourself, or i will just smack you senseless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think you are so good? you think you are. let me tell you, you just &lt;strong&gt;pale&lt;/strong&gt; in comparison. WE pale in comparison. and yet you think you are hot shit. that is, perhaps, the most worrying of it all. something's ending, you never even had the chance to see what it could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot carry on like this anymore. we need to work harder, we need to be better, we need to stop all this. we cant, we cant, we &lt;em&gt;cant&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114208824199566854?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114208824199566854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114208824199566854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114208824199566854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114208824199566854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-i-am-stressed-i-am-intolerable-i.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114155583258809377</id><published>2006-03-05T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:50:32.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear do you realise its week 10 already. and then its march hols, and then its on to term 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really, really, really dont like summative assessments SIGH. you know i have this annoying little habit of failing my first math test every year, all the way from sec 1. im hoping to reverse the trend this year, but i dont think its going to be likely? :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the past 2 months, i havent had the single chance to spend my weekend stoning and writing fanfiction. I SUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do my sunday posts all sound like this?? like im a little depressed little toad. EEE i am sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114155583258809377?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114155583258809377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114155583258809377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114155583258809377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114155583258809377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-dear-do-you-realise-its-week-10.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114113557560460606</id><published>2006-02-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:45:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im being really retarded. but i was doing reflections and halfway through i coughed over it (yes, horribly unhygenic isnt it?) and then the first thing i thought was that i hoped she would catch my flu when she flipped through my reflections :) HA, TAKE THAT YOU NYAH NYAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling grumpy. it looks like a long tiring week ahead. sucks. i hate long tiring weeks. gyah gyah nyah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i decided that i like sewing. despite the fact that i sew until super shit but thats okay i think sewing is good therapy! gosh i want to sew some more :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114113557560460606?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114113557560460606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114113557560460606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114113557560460606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114113557560460606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-im-being-really-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114053026539764007</id><published>2006-02-21T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:57:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go and do this for me! okay i know im being really retarded, but its quite funny hahaha. swami mami has alr done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=suet(:"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=suet(:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway losing your voice sucks. i feel handicapped. on the bright side, that means i dont need to present during english tmr! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note. lately i think ive been really muddle-headed. i need to sit down by myself and clear my brains of junk. i cant live properly at this pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114053026539764007?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114053026539764007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114053026539764007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114053026539764007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114053026539764007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/go-and-do-this-for-me-okay-i-know-im.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-114035883798148970</id><published>2006-02-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:20:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay its going to be a really, really long week ahead. :( i hate long weeks. sometimes i want to go for long car rides and tilt back the chair and look at the sky for hours and hours and hours. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but before i go and smother myself in my pillow i just want to say that i love choir :) and i love ones' circle of love (!) and i love alto ones. :) very, very, very much. and i love all the people who make choir worth it, so much that i could smother you in my embrace of love and never let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and despite all the work and headaches accompanying the pretty package, im looking forward to concert and camp and overseas tours and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that sounds mildly obsessive, doesnt it?) i want to stay with the choir forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight pretties. im going to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-114035883798148970?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/114035883798148970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=114035883798148970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114035883798148970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/114035883798148970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-its-going-to-be-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-113984020789685749</id><published>2006-02-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:18:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continuation of the quanquan-the-lovable-retard saga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why i retracted my "i love you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- whyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos im saving it for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was sweet. :D &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, you still havent told me about the whip me thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ im so not telling you. later you cannot sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND, BEST OF ALL,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the post! it was most flattering. now everyone will know that im so innocent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhhahhhahaha, i think im so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... faints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-113984020789685749?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/113984020789685749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=113984020789685749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113984020789685749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113984020789685749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/continuation-of-quanquan-lovable_13.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-113983945497064502</id><published>2006-02-13T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:08:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how it is when it is a sucky nyak nyak day. and you have lots of work piling up right behind you. and then you decide to blow pissy-frustration-restless-energy off by flouncing around the internet for a while to see whose blogs you can poke your nosy nose into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come across some of the nicest most touching things. and you decide that you suddenly feel uplifted by some great unseen force known as Warm And Fluffy Feelings (WAFF) and then you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revitalised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you didnt quite catch that, it just means my period is coming. ha. ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love quanquan. she is SUPER retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait, i take that back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL WHIPPPP YOU TONIGHT ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being so NAUGHTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? any sexual implications i didnt catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suet. says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg you are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quan - bel canto says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?! tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i love quanquan hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-113983945497064502?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/113983945497064502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=113983945497064502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113983945497064502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113983945497064502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-how-it-is-when-it-is-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-113957793912842211</id><published>2006-02-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:25:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think everything happens for a reason. you just have to learn to deal with it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-113957793912842211?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/113957793912842211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=113957793912842211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113957793912842211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113957793912842211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-everything-happens-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-113880506253172269</id><published>2006-02-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:44:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, over dinner, mummy told me the story fo how i was conceived! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... im somewhere between amused and horrified. and awed! hahahahaha did you know i was first seen in a UV scan as an about-to-be-released-secondary oocyte, not even fertilised yet! HAHA i am AWED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-113880506253172269?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/113880506253172269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=113880506253172269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113880506253172269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113880506253172269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-over-dinner-mummy-told-me-story.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-113854062435903266</id><published>2006-01-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:17:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dong dong dong CHIANG! dong dong dong CHIANG! hooray happy chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chinese new year. think about it. new clothes, good food, money money money! not to mention you get to meet up with the 50000 cousins and aunties and uncles. (: yes i love chinese new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! this year i get to sort my hongbao money LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Red Notes&lt;br /&gt;- Green Notes&lt;br /&gt;- Purple Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and under 'Purple Notes' there are SUB-CATEGORIES (!). &lt;strong&gt;hwoah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Notes&lt;br /&gt;- Normal-crinkly-crumpled Purple Notes&lt;br /&gt;- Super-plasticky-smooth-slim-sexy Purple Notes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA. but actually, the best part of CNY is The Food. mmmmmmm &lt;strong&gt;THE FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. but stupid me, forgetting that the best part of CNY is The Food, just had my braces tightened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... GARRRRRRRH. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-113854062435903266?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/113854062435903266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=113854062435903266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113854062435903266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113854062435903266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/01/dong-dong-dong-chiang-dong-dong-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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-19584929.post-113846078827786122</id><published>2006-01-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:06:28.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to turn our relationship into something more substantial. more open. i used to think that it was because of the humongous age gap between us that i couldnt really talk to you while we were growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what. im so disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to get closer to you. but theres no way i can do that if you keep it like that. you can comment on my appearance, my eating habits, my hair, my lack of a boyfriend, whatever. that doesnt matter, cos i know you dont really mean it in a mean im-trying-to-bite-you way. but i draw the line at you commenting on my school, my cca, my friends and my apparent 'small-world' view of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think rgs girls are good people. i dont like all of them; actually i dont like a lot of them. but i think they are good people. and you know what, 90% of them are nowhere as materialistic or money-minded as you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money isnt everything. branded goods are not everything. whatever to you. so much for family reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we need to keep up our Chinese New Year traditions! its very very important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19584929-113846078827786122?l=windstrewn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/feeds/113846078827786122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19584929&amp;postID=113846078827786122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113846078827786122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19584929/posts/default/113846078827786122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windstrewn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-want-to-turn-our-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>suet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06530066149833836284</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></feed>
