<?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-12380836</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:30:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my indecent obsession.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12380836.post-116308374319285683</id><published>2006-11-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:36:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;math As ended today. such a bittersweet end though, cause math and i - its love-hate. mommy declared a STUDY-FREE day for me when i got home cause its good to 'REST BAO BEI, REST!' even though i know i cant exactly afford to. but obedient as i am, it explains why i'm whiling my time time away here. despite all the yelling from vincent, i cant help but admit its hard to say goodbye. maybe he did make me cry on purpose, just so i wouldn't be teary (melancholic-ally) about our last session yesterday. its hard to imagine a math wonder going so deep as that and him actually bothering too granted i'm just one of the multitude, but its three generations - and it is possible for the number man i suppose, since he calls his daughter darling. how sweet is that? my dad never calls me by endearment. besides, he really is all bluster. noone said bluster wouldn't hurt, but still, bluster's forgiveable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i sang to mommy today and she gave me the strangest look. cheryl just went, 'AH TAN! SI MEE LA!' but mommy's look was classic! i feel so at peace right now, so all glory to God. thank Him for keeping me sane thus far, its not easy. breaking yesterday was just a moment of pms-meets-panic and its all good. tempted the vain females of the house with a tub of venezia and i really cant stand the 'i'm so fat already take that away!' thing that they all seem to suffer from. HELLO, LOOK WHO'S THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO DIET. if i have the appetite for half a tub after just one paper, i might be able to get a family pack for the 24th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;okay, bed-time. tomorrow, i will befriend economics and i will chant mrs tan's name in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116308374319285683?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116308374319285683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116308374319285683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116308374319285683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116308374319285683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/11/math-as-ended-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116196723378273641</id><published>2006-10-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:40:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;very soon, (after i decide if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; turner's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it,) i'm hopping over to lj!  whatever blogspot-traitor, lol.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#1.  we keep postponing every thing till 'after As'.  you can't do that to everything you know, relationships can't stand postponement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#2. i don't have to agree just because you say you'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fetch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me.  cars are nice, but they're not everything, STRANGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#3. 10 days of horrific 'YOU MUST STRUGGLE (not upon the tree)' is finally over.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#4.  today, i found out that nicholas really was from sa for first three months.  and i can't even tell him that anymore! (or ask, 'do you want tissue?' hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#5. jien's flower-talk from the little prince got me hooked again.  i actually gave each chapter a title when i first read it! secondary two's too cute, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#6. my half kg of beef is almost gone after two days.  i couldn't have! but i think i did - one more reason to save up for cali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;#7. we proved that 10 dollars can buy you happiness; you must never shout 'SIT LA!' at strangers; you must never call your uncle 'uncle'; and that laughing induces diarrhea.  three hours was all we needed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116196723378273641?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116196723378273641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116196723378273641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116196723378273641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116196723378273641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-soon-after-i-decide-if-turners-it.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116157190833798925</id><published>2006-10-23T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:52:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cereal wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; cupid's arrow was always dipped in honey before he shot it at anyone. thats why, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'love is (always) sweet'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wowww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116157190833798925?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116157190833798925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116157190833798925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116157190833798925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116157190833798925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/cereal-wisdom-cupids-arrow-was-always.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116077319589658197</id><published>2006-10-14T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T04:59:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;MERDINYEOH, one of the few who made promises about after cedar, and kept to it.  she gives me hope that farewell in jc could be a blessing - just like how post-cedar made her mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we scare ourselves all the time that the auntie in the bus will show up, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3079.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i will never slide my arms out of yours and pretend to see something i like -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3081.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my way of saying you're on my list of irreplaceables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116077319589658197?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116077319589658197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116077319589658197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116077319589658197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116077319589658197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/merdinyeoh-one-of-few-who-made.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116077204649453664</id><published>2006-10-14T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T04:40:47.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OH, TINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by popular demand, The Prom Photo is up, lol. SEE? you look a million times better than me so DON'T COMPLAIN! to salvage whatever's left of my humility, (though the shots i'm posting aren't exactly the most flattering, lol) the other shots are just my way of showing you you're the only one i let kiss, and kiss in return (though i can't find that shot).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;iloveyou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/TinasProm012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/TinasProm012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and the words can't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;words can run,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2975.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;pictures can lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3048-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3048-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;but we've hooked arms, hands, and fingers (don't mess with the pinkie, man!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and that means no 'goodbye'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116077204649453664?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116077204649453664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116077204649453664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116077204649453664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116077204649453664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-tina-by-popular-demand-prom-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116077004902568409</id><published>2006-10-14T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T04:07:29.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;TENNIS TEAM = AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="396" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;KTA - 90% face, 10% body.  how can i ever forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i promised you i'll come back, and i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;words can't say it all; sometimes, all i mean is in a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the only one who will out-embarrass me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;this is my twin sister, she likes to tell others we're identical.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3035.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;sweetheart, your smile will melt a thousand hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;its exactly one year ago that stef, shiyan and i crashed your place.  time, really does fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP3041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the hotties from the guys' team, not looking quite as manly as they USUALLY are. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116077004902568409?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116077004902568409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116077004902568409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116077004902568409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116077004902568409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/tennis-team-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116076847404320231</id><published>2006-10-14T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T03:41:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; JUST FOR THE RECORD, I, THE BLOGSPOT IDIOT, TOOK FOUR HOURS TO POST THE PHOTOS.  omagawwwwwd.  they got deleted 23523434 times.  therefore, the photos i'm posting are mostly the one-off ones.  so if a shot in my cam's not here and you're DYING for it, i might upload it for you when i'm done reading the complete idiot's guide to blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ONE THIRD, ILU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;loveofmylife, we go back twelve years.  if i ever write a book, my forward would be to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2990.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2972.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;meimei, your tofuman is the sweetest thing ever.  what you said really moved me, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2973.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;bella, my letter said it all.  i wished for more, but you know i'm more than glad we had what we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;daniel, the letter was really sweet and touching.  you really are, mister all-they-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;mschualynnern, bubbletea and sushi will never taste the same without you.  you, make going home a joyride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2974.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;xiaohuang, when will all the boys (and chapati men) ever stop falling at your feet?  my guess is never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;beaves? i'm talking to you now and you sound scared.  i won't promise but if you only ask, i'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116076847404320231?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116076847404320231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116076847404320231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116076847404320231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116076847404320231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-for-record-i-blogspot-idiot-took.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-116076353273120468</id><published>2006-10-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:18:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do i love thee?  let me count the ways..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it took awhile for the grief to subside.  i really am too big a fan of drama, lol.  but at least i can finally say a few words now, and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the highly anticipated/dreaded farewell came, and went too fast.  i started crying the night before while writing the farewell notes, labelling the last one at 3am.  i had messages reminding me to bring tissue (and by the way that purple box was JIEN'S, not mine!  i feel so maligned even though i was its primary user) and someone saying: eh don't cry on your way to school ah.  the 'secretly scared' bit in jien's letter triggered the silent sobs and emotions past midnight, are really things you cant do anything about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;chapel and assembly went by really quickly, and believe it or not, i was quite determined not to be the first to cry.  started tearing during worship, though it ended up in fits of laughter somehow.  but it got to the point where i just felt, to hell with image - i never cared much for it anyway.  the view from the top's really the bane of my life.  the thought of never being in such a setting ever again made me think of pe, and how we'll never again do it in our lives.  its funny how i used to wield my allergy to grass as an excuse from pe when i was alot younger and pe was done on the field, yet now when its all over and i think of how fat and unfit i will become (not that it helps much when you play twister during, lol), i wanna bawl and wail 'LETS TRAIN FOR TWO-POINT-FOUR AGAIN'.  but then again, pe's just so much more than that.  it really is, the only time a41 feels like a real class where everyone, truly cares for everyone.  like how it showed when we got defensive and shot death looks and yelled RELAX at any rough/rude boys who push/smack and couldn't stop yelling 'LAYOUT!  LAYOUT!'.  and how can we forget captain's ball - we really are champions, if only in our own right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;photos were taken with people i love, some i don't even talk to, some i can cry just missing, and others i won't think much about, but i'd like to remember anyway.  it was crazy, but i like crazy.  and sometimes, you just don't stop to think cause you already know wild times like these aren't gonna come by any longer.  it's just stabbing knowing the intensity of the moment can never be replicated, and however passionate and emotional i am right now, it won't be with me a year later.  such overwhelming sadness will just sound theatrical when i look back on this post; but indulgence just feels safer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we had steamboat ala reunion dinner style that night.  i like how we feel like family.  now when i think of family, or warmth, or happiness, i think of one third.  its really amazing how we derive all that pleasure from skipping down an empty street in a bid to illustrate what 'normal' to 'mad' perfomances were.  and then the whole 'balls' thing that'll prolly just sound crazed to anyone else.  i love how everyone always made sure each others' bowls were full and kept dishing more and going, 'eat more!'; 'okay, i peel prawns for you';  'i peel quail eggs for you'; 'who wants water!'; and 'you want satay?' and give anyway even if the other party goes something like: 'i have 6 sticks already!'.  i don't dare think about school without them.  the lovely thing about having seven other people in your clique's that you'll never be caught in a situation where you're the ONLY one in school.  (okay except for bella, ONCE. lol)  we laugh at each other, with each other, cry together and get pissed off with each other sometimes too, (secretly or otherwise).  we stand up for each other, and write letters, take unglam shots and always threaten to 'blackmail'.  we even make carrying foldable tables fun.  i would grit through all the fears and heartaches and stress and pain all over again, if only to relive these two years with them, all over again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it's time to say goodbye (again) - another word i hate besides forever.  (except that i use it alot more often.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;goodbye to seasons, tennis you will always be my first love.  goodbye to the team05 and 06, you were the best i ever had.  goodbye to assemblies, i never thought i'd miss you so. goodbye to the school song, i'll sing you to sleep once in a while.   goodbye to pe, you were more than just napfa.  goodbye to uniforms, conformity felt good for once.  goodbye to note-passing in class, i'm keeping every one as a reminder.  goodbye to sneakers, i won't be living in you much longer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;goodbye to you, you, and you, you made it all worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-116076353273120468?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/116076353273120468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=116076353273120468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116076353273120468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/116076353273120468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115996576539182014</id><published>2006-10-04T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:42:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we wanna fly kites tommorrow, but we don't have kites. HOW!  today was such a rubbish day.  spent my morning with my f-friend, who cannot seem to stop picking out cute children to prey on!  i need her photos quick cause i wanna do an expose, and you cant do an expose without photos, lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;met merdinyeoh last night and we cant wait for the ninth of december to come so WE CAN USE HER LOCKERS! hahaha.  so much for partying we're more concerned about the lockers.  she just got back from tioman that sells baileys for RM FOURTYNINE BUCKS. omagawwwd, i really wanna go on a holiday.  anywhere will do even JB sounds like fun.  strangely, she's more excited for my As to be over and done with than me, lol.  we've got our whole lives to plan and if its gonna take us ten years to save, she might get married instead.  haha, in my words: PANGSEH.  (though an YICHEN or the hot son of an oil sheik sounds just as yummy to meee.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so happy mommy's home today i got to eat home-cooked food.  i've been ignoring her recently cause she keeps on working late.  annoyinngg.  we were laughing ourselves stitches over some mad fears of hers, she really thinks too much.  i told her i would be painting elin's room red and gold but she kept protesting with 'BAOBEI, HEADACHE AH!'.  haha, no worries i've got 2 months to persuade her.  then i'll get draperies and throw pillows, and throw out the ghastly pink side tables, or at least give them a painting job OMAGAWD, excitinngg.  haha, i think elin, who lives in jeans and tees, and never ventures from black/blue/white, will get the shock of her life when she returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115996576539182014?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115996576539182014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115996576539182014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115996576539182014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115996576539182014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-wanna-fly-kites-tommorrow-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115911925346643985</id><published>2006-09-25T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:34:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 300px" height=443 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/gardenia019.jpg" width=466&gt;&lt;BR&gt;this REALLY, cracks me up.&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 329px" height=537 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2965.jpg" width=467&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i have double lids some days.&amp;nbsp; is there an eye enlargement surgery?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 316px" height=428 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2960.jpg" width=240&gt;&lt;BR&gt;THIS is what we do at home! lol.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 330px" height=494 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2959.jpg" width=437&gt;&lt;BR&gt;happy birthday, (:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 296px" height=500 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2953.jpg" width=330&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 297px" height=422 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2952.jpg" width=291&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 289px" height=490 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2951-1.jpg" width=346&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 302px" height=518 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2950.jpg" width=370&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 290px" height=458 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2948-1.jpg" width=284&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115911925346643985?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115911925346643985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115911925346643985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115911925346643985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115911925346643985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-really-cracks-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115911548454587037</id><published>2006-09-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:31:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm tripping inside, and nobody knows it but me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;just got back from cheryl's birthday dinner at sun and moon/ sun with moon/ moon on sun, haha, whichever.  yummyyy.  i absolutely dig jap food, raw fish and kaneorenasdhas (however you spell those things) are such appetite whetters.  after last night's horrific cup noodles episode, i wasn't sure i could eat anything anymore.  but obviously i could, cause i woke to cottage pie and chicken marinated CHERYL-STYLE - all thumbs to the sky.  recently, i've been going on a dessert frenzy and i cant wait for this fetish to pass cause i'm eating myself broke.  i eat ice-cream up to 3 times a day, and i'm perennially feasting on mooncake and pecan pie.  my fridge ought to die.  just now, we ordered five stuffs (cakes/ ice-cream/ mudpie) and that was right after a crazy dinner and i actually ate half a tub of ice-cream before i left home.  omagaawwwd, it made me wonder how me and merdin finished the five desserts we once ordered between the two of us.  everyday i tell myself i will quit eating like i've crash dieted for ten days and it never happens.  supper and ice-cream will put me back in taf club, i swear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;confided in aunty stefanie today and i'm learning from her.  i hope it'll just all, work out.  today she shared two pieces of very good news with us and contrary to cowfoo's guess that she was 1.  having a kid and 2.  getting married (in that order), no such luck.  she's finally a proud owner of her home after five years, and she quit her job.  she's flying off next week for a two and a half month holiday. (!!) omagawwwwwwd, i just love her way.  she was actually contemplating the NORTH POLE and i secretly thought she was insane.  she really is one of the most blessed people i know though, or maybe its cause she shares her blessings with me all the time.  today, she went to palai and got a pair of shoes for practically nothing! mann, i want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i feel like i must give special mention to our last night: we went to siglap (for the FIRST time, beat that) and ended up bingeing at seven-eleven.  msg is the most evil thing ever, i think i can die from it.  puked as we walked from gardens to take a cab and if we carried on walking home to kovan, we might just be in time for our morning jog.  but no such thing, i only woke at noon today.  finally.  its been awhile since i've had a ten-hour to myself.  anyway, "SKIN ON BONES!" "BONES ON BONES!" last night was just, a big fat HAHA-HARH to me.  i mean, not trying to be rude here but seriously, HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm dreading school.  sunday nights are the worst.  i'd give anything to replay it all. over. again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115911548454587037?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115911548454587037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115911548454587037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115911548454587037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115911548454587037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-tripping-inside-and-nobody-knows-it.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115867922092043216</id><published>2006-09-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:20:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were sexy for five days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm drowning in carole king and dreaming happy.  she is soooo good!  i can't believe she's been on my playlist since forvever and i'm just discovering her wonder.  carole king + james taylor = &lt;em&gt;the stars putting on a show for free&lt;/em&gt;.  watched &lt;strong&gt;all about love&lt;/strong&gt; today and i was crying three quarters of the show away.  i was sobbing for long periods during the show;  the momentum was probably only broken once when a message came in.  its so sad, yet so sweet, yet so disturbing if you dwell on the technicalities.  but it made me yell: I WANNA FALL IN LOVE to an empty house, so go watch it if you want a good cry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's room enough for two, up on the roof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115867922092043216?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115867922092043216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115867922092043216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115867922092043216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115867922092043216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/they-were-sexy-for-five-days.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115860269761609611</id><published>2006-09-19T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:04:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 237px" height=610 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2850.jpg" width=800&gt;&lt;BR&gt;shopping some time back with daddy and mom.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 245px" height=372 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2855.jpg" width=295&gt;&lt;BR&gt;a little love from my little love.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 253px" height=316 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/32989151961172l.jpg" width=369&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we are family,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 259px" height=340 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/32989273650846l.jpg" width=371&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i've got all my sisters with me, YEAH x7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 247px" height=477 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2913.jpg" width=562&gt;&lt;BR&gt;if only to try out the red-focus function, hahaha.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 247px" height=480 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2912.jpg" width=485&gt;&lt;BR&gt;only a day apart, this is freaky.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 245px" height=451 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2909.jpg" width=448&gt;&lt;BR&gt;mandy, so camera unfriendly.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 252px" height=433 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2902.jpg" width=436&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the only one i'd spend four hours watching the rain with.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 253px" height=477 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2893.jpg" width=405&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i close my eyes and i count to ten, hope it's over when i open them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 267px" height=476 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2891.jpg" width=458&gt;&lt;BR&gt;one for you, one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115860269761609611?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115860269761609611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115860269761609611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115860269761609611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115860269761609611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/shopping-some-time-back-with-daddy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115860079269868713</id><published>2006-09-19T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:33:12.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers to the one who lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's strange how we agonize over things that seem so inconsequential otherwise.  he's not removed from my eyes as someone awesome, just that the way we stand has changed.  i guess reciprocation, or rather the lack of it, changes feelings.  it was good while it lasted, even the pain felt worth it.  but bruising isn't fun at all, so maybe thats what the shell is for.  instead its all about an unattainable now, disgustingly so.  the only-the-best syndrome strikes again!  woohoo!  dandy!  sickening mush.  olive's theory does stand, after all.  knew it all along but whoever listens to good advice.  we all need a little reassurance sometimes; we know we've only got ourselves to talk through, but knowing judgement isn't the order of day  just makes it that much easier.  were you #3?  goodbye #3, you couldn't compare to the first one anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115860079269868713?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115860079269868713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115860079269868713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115860079269868713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115860079269868713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheers-to-one-who-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115852215070338086</id><published>2006-09-18T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:09:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we can sit before the tv and peel potatoes or dead skin, and i'll still find in it a yummy moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115852215070338086?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115852215070338086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115852215070338086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115852215070338086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115852215070338086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-can-sit-before-tv-and-peel-potatoes.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115825021277586952</id><published>2006-09-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:12:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRELIMS, OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this calls for a celebration, especially after that whole series of breaking down. i'm afraid i do suffer from a range of split personalities. or maybe its just the scared-to-be-alone symdrome. don't know don't care which, i'm alive. WHEEE! anywayohwayy, the exams were such a pain, especially math - which will prolly be the only subject i'll fail when its actually my best subject. GO FIGURE. whatever, let tomorrow's worries deal with tomorrow (or rather next week), cause BABY IT'S TIME TO PARTAYE! okay, not party, PARTY, but i really only need two things to have a wild time: FRIENDS and FOOOOOD. which is why i'm determined to wake up at seven tomorrow cause i BETTER exercise before feasting - which is what i'll surely be doing, tomorrow. of the million things on my post-prelims checklist, i've done the following so far: 1. pack the paper mountain and 2. paint zee nails redddd. however, all i did to those papers was to shift it from one corner of the house to another, except that its now actually in a pile - all stacked up! quite a good job considering i took 6 minutes. but as much as this makes me feel like bimbotic loser, i'm damn sad cause my nails aren't siren red like i intended it to be. its...blood red. which isn't that bad except i was so looking forward to siren red! now my fingers and toes look like they're bleeding. and i don't mean to go on complaing BUT (there's always a but, hahaha) i can't paint for corn! they look a week old when i did it maybe an hour ago. i'll be able to tick the third thing on my list off when i go jogging in the morning, which still leaves me with maybe, eight other "MUST-DOs" if the whole list under SHOPPING stays under one point. :D to add to my manic happiness, olive SORTA knows christian andrew. (!!!!!) that deserves a million 'OMAGAWD!s' i tell you. after all that failure in trying to get her to meet him on saturdays, gosh. its tragic he's attached, and has such a horrible name (so i'm sticking to his pseudonym), but he's good for the daily fantasy. :P anyway, i wanna say i love mama cause she took leave the entire week to make sure i had proper meals during the exams. so mother, a &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, i think there's abit of the tyrones in every family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;well i think of it this way..if u find someone worth it, that's great / but in the meantime, live for urself. / and this is something u need to believe in - never settle / in personal relationships and in your career / because u need to believe ur worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i honestly can't think of living this long /this is what i think...i'm going to die anyway, i'm going to die in my terms /doing the things i like /so if i wanna drink i drink if i wanna smoke i smoke / but don't be like me haha / i will quit smoking sometime lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm #49628.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115825021277586952?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115825021277586952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115825021277586952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115825021277586952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115825021277586952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/prelims-out-this-calls-for-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115773239393043847</id><published>2006-09-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:19:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;one by one, all the most unlikely people make me think about life like i never did before.  recently, i wondered why people say 'i do' to 'will you marry me?'.  to the multitude that has proposed/accepted a proposal this way: it's just plain bad english.  its all very confusing to me cause 'i do' has established itself (in my head at least) as the only acceptable way of accepting a proposal, yet it cant get more unromantic than 'do you want to marry me?', can it.  it sounds as bad as 'shall we apply for hdb?' .  i'm just glad marriage vows in the church aren't badly phrased and just decided that i want my husband to write his own vows to me.  it happens, right?  it just occured to me that the people in hk drama serials tend to get married in churches alot, but they always go to temples for divinations.  i don't even know why i'm thinking so much about marriage, or a husband, when i don't even want anything to do with any of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I HATE SCHOOL, I HATE EXAMS, I WISH I WAS A SMART RAFFLESIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(okay, i take that back but i don't.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115773239393043847?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115773239393043847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115773239393043847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115773239393043847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115773239393043847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-by-one-all-most-unlikely-people.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115739215338635939</id><published>2006-09-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:49:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was told a good comes after every bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but what if this bad never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;went down to dear old mackenzie today and popo looked frailer than 2 days ago.  (she's not mine, mine but she's so loving i wish she was.)  fragments of what stef said today made me worry that i might not be able to bring my kids over to visit and play with stef's kids one day though it feels like the most absurd thing to worry about since i don't even want to get married.  thoughts, don't have to be coherrent all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and after labelling everyone a love, a mother, a daughter, a sister/brother/kor/jie/whatever, i now have a need to find someone to just call, friend.  it seems as though the only one i don't really wanna hear say good things about me, says so all the time.  its nice, and i like it, but no, no, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i need to study today.  WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115739215338635939?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115739215338635939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115739215338635939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115739215338635939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115739215338635939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-told-good-comes-after-every-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115714058043722252</id><published>2006-09-02T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T03:56:20.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe for you, maybe for myself, or maybe for nobody at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i saw an old man blowing second hand smoke into his wife's face today.  besides increasing my chances of lung cancer, and possibly giving me clogged arteries, i want to find a man whom i'd let puff like that into my face.  thats when i find love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i spent my day at coffeebean freezing my ass off a third of the time, another third having my papers thrown into the wind, and devoting the last to complaining about the sun on my back.  tried to do math but i kinda forgot what stats is all about.  all that big talk about getting eighty, hurhur.  anyway, we hung around gardens till eleven-ish, eating and drinking and laughing and screaming - sometimes it feels like its all i'll ever need.  then we all shared about moments worth drowning, people worth hanging.  sometimes, i think i'd rather help a stranger than someone i used to know but no longer recognise anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;today, we also reaffirmed how nasty the word 'forever' is.  unless you're in my love-list  (and even then they don't say the F word cause it's too hanging), don't EVER use it on me i might just slap you.  slap me if i ever fall for someone and contemplate its use.  right now, the only people i can take it from's God, and my mom.  anyway i'm excited about tmrw.  me + merdin = UNPREDICTABLE MADNESS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115714058043722252?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115714058043722252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115714058043722252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115714058043722252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115714058043722252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-for-you-maybe-for-myself-or.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115695328073729905</id><published>2006-08-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:54:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;three pins mean i-love-you;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;four mean i-love-you-too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;even though i suck at bowling now, i think i might become a star if i train hard enough. HAHA.  too little sleep made me a little cranky during impromtu bowling session today.  BUT, getting a strike made it kinda worthwhile.  also, acting like every strike we made was the best thing on earth made an otherwise terribly un-physical sport, extremely enjoyable.  part 1 of prelims are finally over!  we over-exaggerate how looong the torture is sometimes.  gonna recharge the next few days, then bury myself into studies all over again come next week.  omagawwwwd, really not looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;on a more sombre note, stef's grams is really not doing well.  its not like i know her very well but i think i've actually said more to her than to my own grandmother.  maybe thats why it feels really sinking thinking that i won't hear her lilted accent calling me 'christina' anymore.  i'm not sure what i can do to make stef feel better either and that feels really lousy.  everyone, stranger or friend, christian or non-believer, by prayer or meditation or sheer will, please help now.  thankyou, thankyou, thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115695328073729905?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115695328073729905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115695328073729905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115695328073729905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115695328073729905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-pins-mean-i-love-you-four-mean-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115660844804794994</id><published>2006-08-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:20:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;on my way home today, i saw a couple lying on the side-walk benches, feet-to-feet. i thought i'd feel annoyed cause i hate public displays of whatever but they looked so happy, so quiet, so comfortable, i only looked on in envy. then i walked past the mini carnival and everything was done already. but i saw a little boy sitting in the mini viking ship with his maid planting her feet on either sides of the gaps and her hands on the poles, rocking the ship with all her might for the little boy. i felt my heart going in all directions. it reminded me of the little boy and daddy that i take the train with every morning and i think i'll really miss seeing the the father carry the son when i no longer do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115660844804794994?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115660844804794994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115660844804794994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115660844804794994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115660844804794994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-my-way-home-today-i-saw-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115634323520666940</id><published>2006-08-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:27:17.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;my brains, or whatever's left of it after math mocks wiped most of it out 2 hours ago, is freakin causing my head to throb.  (and yet here i am online, prefering to chat than to sleep.)  anyway, the mocks were silly.  we had to leave 20mins before three hours were up cause they were closing the shutters and if we didn't, we'd be locked in.  i mean, HELLO - we were taking a pseudo exam; this ought to warrant an exception, right.  anyhow, the last few days have disappeared the way people do at the bermuda triangle.  i wanna say i need more time to study, but all i really do with more time is procrastinate.  so all i want is for one week to pass so i can 'go to the beach and smell the air' as according to vincent.  not that i deserve it.  anyway, its elin's birthday so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY TWENTY-SIXTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you're so old, man. lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i don't get how people can say anything the likes of i love you FOREVER and FOREVER AS ONE.  omagawwwd.  i hate hate hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115634323520666940?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115634323520666940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115634323520666940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115634323520666940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115634323520666940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-brains-or-whatevers-left-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115600874191890384</id><published>2006-08-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:32:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;after i'm done with this post, i am going to call merdin.  then i will sleep, and begin tmrw mugging like mad cause there's too much to catch up, too much lost time i'm not sure i can make it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;during church today, i finally came to terms with myself.  that means being honest with yourself and admitting stuff cause you're ready to handle the truth, right?  i'm a loser, and it isn't so bad after all: its just that the boy i like, doesn't give a damn; the boy i wish would hit on me, turns up with his girlfriend; the only one i'd give my heart to, won't ever take it.  so.  but i saw healing today and videos do miracles no justice.  maybe not for the first time, but i was overwhelmed by God's presence today.  i felt so consumed i don't know what kind of love that was.  all i'm sure of is that i'm in good hands, and right now, though the number of math sums i'm circling, the pile of econs i've not began, the lit essays i'm not breaking through in seem like the most dismal shit in the entire world, i have God on my side.  this feels like its the only thing that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;whatever the case, one-thirders can now stand in a row, make petty adjustments, and WALA: you get the straightest line ever.  to my gorgeous girlies, a line to you: if you look good, you'll look good no matter what.  so stop fretting already!  we'll make straights the latest in-thing if anyone cares.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are new kids in town,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody's talking bout the new kids in town. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115600874191890384?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12380836.post-115574183846077006</id><published>2006-08-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:23:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;lets face it: girls like attention and flirting is innate.  just like boys like to play, girls also like to bitch.  so i'm learning not to label, we are all the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;while last night went by like a 'butterful effect' (i still don't know what that means), i was fully conscious today.  came home around 3 and got to sleep, a first in awhile.  woke for time-out (that i don't deserve) with merdin and we make so much noise together i think the students around us were contemplating murder.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we talked about drug addict and it cracks me up thinking about how he really looks like.  strange how we all fall for people a million miles from our wildest fantasies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;its 1115 and i've barely settled down after reaching home.  hoho i'm gonna have to break my promise to lynn to sleep by 12 cause i might just be done with my bath then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and stop making me feel like the queen of regrets already: TALK TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i hope the bus explodes now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115574183846077006?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115574183846077006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115574183846077006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115574183846077006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;what a weekend.  the message in church was awesome i cant stop thinking about it.  but once again, like i have for the millionth time this week, i snapped.  i shall learn my lesson and never wear eyeliner on days i feel so crappy i know i'll break anytime.  looking like i've got punched isn't exactly the look i'm going for.  and i wanna talk, i wanna talk forever without having to say a thing.  am i mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;goodweekgoodweekgoodweek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115549037640292795?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115549037640292795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115549037640292795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115549037640292795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115549037640292795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-have-to-do-you-have-to-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115532019254035833</id><published>2006-08-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:16:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so come on baby, come on over, lemme be the one to show you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it was supposed to be a good day and it started out being one.  all it takes is one message, one moment, one reminder, and maybe one dateless friday to send my entire heart into the gallows.  somedays you just want to cry forever; over lost loves, over might-have-beens, over a single regret that'll consume you till you actually forget and then you get scared you'd forget so you never stop thinking about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;came home to cook my frustrations away and ended up with 2 burns; BUT they miraculously disappeared after my five hour nap -  now THIS is the wonder of sleep.  and my mom forgot her keys and so that was how i woke up at 11, only to have ice-cream dinner with mommy dearest.  mama was awfully surprised to see me home on a friday night.  it was meant to be a vcd/piggout/sleep/bathe(for once) night in but i only managed to eat, and sleep alot. lol.  OH WELL, the night is young and though i've yet to finish lolita, on the road beckons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;things today/over the week to remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;font-talking at 135am is a good way to start a saturday(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i have never and do not intend to ever shit in a bush, NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;didn't bathe from national day till this morning so i bathed twice to make up for it.  its counted right? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;ate mr softie for the first time on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;niq left and goodbye isn't only about saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;my brother shaved his head and thinks he's too good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;kids can get mean, and they do get spiteful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;shopping and choosing shirts for daddy when we hardly ever talk, never go shopping together, and assume too much about each other. i love the way he shops: the sales people bring out throngs of clothing, my mommy picks according to dada's specifications, then i get to choose, and he just takes it.  thats about the closest thing to 'sweet' thats ever transpired between us and it made me strangely very happy.  i'm gonna feel so proud when i see him in the shirts/shoes/belts i had a say in though not the trousers cause they all look the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;stef and janice came over to spread some love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;stayed up till threethirty and zombied my way to school with janice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;bad todays mean better tommorrows in my world.  so, reason to stop sulking already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;weekendsweekendsweekendsilove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115532019254035833?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115532019254035833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115532019254035833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115532019254035833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115532019254035833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-come-on-baby-come-on-over-lemme-be.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115515022423825753</id><published>2006-08-10T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:03:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;yesterday went by like the kaleidoscope we looked into.  looked like the resident ambassador of the ang ku kueh shop in school today, but that was more funny than embarrassing actually.  spent the morning at His Connection and the kids are really, super loveable. (most are, at least) and i'm always amazed by how readily they throw hugs at you.  i mean, i guess cause they're kids but also precisely cause they're kids, so.  okay that doesn't make much sense but my point is, the hugs are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;went to cityhall after going home to bathe, and i really hurried up already though sheryl still fell asleep waiting, lol.  got what i wanted for niq, though i kinda saw something i think he'd like TODAY, when he left yesterday.  anyway, met up with the usual jaytwos and most of the very-much-missed jaythrees, and jia drove us to changi.  the car-ride was hilarious and our legs felt patially paralysed when we reached T1.  you can imagine how 5 people looked, squashed in the back-seat, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the whole airport scene still feels kinda surreal cause effectively, we spent a grand total of maybe 5 minutes with niq.  no bawling, but i couldn't stop in time.  i kept asking, "you're not leaving yet right?  nono, OH NO no no, not yet right?"  for a moment, my heart felt so heavy.  seems like everything does come to an end, after all.  we were nowhere near best of friends but niq was someone special, in a way.  i think i'll never find someone else who'd actually reply to 'OMG THAT SHOT WAS SO CHIO!' whenever the games are on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;held it all back yesterday, which is kinda rare considering how emotional i am.  maybe that explains the crying that just came on the bus to supper just now.  it wasn't only about another friend leaving, but also the frustration and disappointment and bitterness over so many other things i have no control over.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, supper with those two was just what i needed.  thank God for them.  laughed and talked and the world made enough sense again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i cant believe national day went poof! as i slept and ate and had tuition the day away.  i need more than just one more day off to think, brood, and get some work done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115515022423825753?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115515022423825753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115515022423825753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115515022423825753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115515022423825753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-went-by-like-kaleidoscope-we.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115480399405811213</id><published>2006-08-06T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:53:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;rapture yday was hot, hot, hot.  sometimes, we people watch too much.  anyway, took missey o my proud mama's advice and dressed accordingly.  now she's my fashionconsultantguru too, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;had a good sat on the whole, though it kinda freaked me out thinking how in three mighty weeks time, i'm gonna be taking PRELIMS.  next week, (i don't care how) i will get down to studying for real.  enough excuses, tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115480399405811213?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115480399405811213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115480399405811213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115480399405811213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115480399405811213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/rapture-yday-was-hot-hot-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115462719440538723</id><published>2006-08-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:46:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we are building bridges..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the day has been officially coined Happy Thursday and not even a broken nail (that hurt like shit, by the way) could spoil it.  thursday morning saw us getting all high by EIGHT cause carpenter's tools (or rather, KYLE) were such attention grabbers.  jien and i are decidedly mad cause we risked losing what shreds of glam-ness left in us by racing to the track and shrieking cause we took a photo with the owner of the prettiest blue eyes i've looked into.  pe was exceptionally marvellous today.  we played captain's ball with some jayone class and honestly, i think we have so much more fun.  despite getting pushed/knocked into/very accidentally hitting a boy in the nuts, it felt so good cause i havent felt so un-slobbish in the longest time.  the highlight of pe was of course, the piggyback race!  it was really hilarious i wish more people came cause eight lanes of piggybackers would have really taken the icing, man.  lessons today were good too, and i was actually wide awake (okay, only TWO yawns) the entire day.  plus pc was fun cause we talked alot more and everyone was in a good mood.  went to mackers before econs and somehow, even these outings are becoming more special every time.  and i cant believe my luck: in twentyfour hours i met two guys i might have had a crush on if these aren't all just chance encounters.  one with such pretty eyes, and another with amazing ball sense (though i kinda never thought i'd find a basketballer attractive).  ended my day with a big bang with vincent, who actually made it quite on time for once. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;mr lee was really sweet today.  he said he knew he was too harsh on me tuesday morning and i really respect him for that.  he didn't have to, though it was nice, and for that (and all the fatherly things he told jien), i think he deserves more credit than what we give him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;its friday again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;weekends, ALOHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115462719440538723?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115462719440538723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115462719440538723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115462719440538723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115462719440538723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-are-building-bridges.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115453200473077685</id><published>2006-08-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:20:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i thought today, that maybe three years ago it would have meant alot more.  now it just looks kinda misplaced.  nope, not wanting to go there, not anymore.  i saw a boy today that reminded me of kerrie.  i think its that bright look in his eyes.  somehow, people whom i've stopped thinking about come back to haunt me every now and then.  &lt;em&gt;even when you're miles away.. &lt;/em&gt;sometimes i'm baffled by the way i treat people.  i walk away when i'm dying for a look and i never act on my chances.  i'm losing by greater margins each day and i know it, but still i refuse to show that i care.  i still believe in not wanting to be with someone you love, but that doesn't stop me from wondering if there's a someone out there i don't want to be with.  we talked about rain and i thought i smelt your hair; can we talk about love forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;graduation.. christmas.. will we ever get to the stage of confession?  i'm really, not ready to risk losing yet.  tell me, are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115453200473077685?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115453200473077685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115453200473077685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115453200473077685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115453200473077685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-today-that-maybe-three-years.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115419496994018789</id><published>2006-07-30T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:42:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;saturdays are becoming such times-of-my-life, i shall die from over-excitement soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to have the four men of  my life congregated in one hall drives me to serious distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;one i love, one i cant stop thinking about, one i respect, one that drives me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(don't try guessing who's who.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i had a reality check today and its four weeks to prelims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why in the world am i still online, feeling this happy (its obscene), and not in bed or trying to squeeze some studying in!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have to be up by 6 today and its now 135.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKAY, GOODNIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115419496994018789?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115419496994018789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115419496994018789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115419496994018789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115419496994018789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturdays-are-becoming-such-times-of.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115402343328581140</id><published>2006-07-28T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:03:53.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so service learning went pretty well, except that my nose was being a bitch the entire time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i had six girls in my charge and they're all so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i made rachel's paperbag extra nice cause she had to leave early and was such a coorperative kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she actually did her &lt;strong&gt;li jie wen dah&lt;/strong&gt; without complaint - thats something i'm not used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;outdoor play was the best bit, as usual, cause this time i truly learnt how to play hopscotch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;of course, i didn't pick it up from the million instructions the kids threw at me like the last time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this time i learnt it from lynn and valeria (i think) and i actually got to the 7th box (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then we went to the field and game of the day was &lt;strong&gt;lao ying zua xiao ji&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think we had so much fun we could have played on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i, was the irrefutable mother of all chicks (though i admit i'm quite lousy cause my chicks always got caught) and screamed myself breathless cause phlegm and yelling don't go hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then we played &lt;strong&gt;what's the time mr. wolf&lt;/strong&gt; and then i went to run/scream myself into the likes of a mad woman and so this boy, norman, grabbed at my mad hair, and tried to tie it up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sweet - though he yanked more than gathered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;school went pretty okay today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;especially the bit where the whole one third were throwing lit devices and definitions at each other, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and since we're including daniel in one-third, i ought to make special mention that he's now good enough for ocs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and pe was so much fun as usual though i'd be bankrupt from unglam-ness already if our fining thing really took effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant believe i ran head-first into jules cause i couldn't stop, and then took a shot at scoring when my specs slid right to the ground. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and alex happily gave me a swollen finger i'm not even sure how it came about anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and we all stayed put in class during pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(so much for the heart-pounding prior to the quizzing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;also, we contemplated going bald as a class for charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHA, now tell me again why these people make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115402343328581140?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115402343328581140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115402343328581140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115402343328581140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115402343328581140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-service-learning-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115384448973057317</id><published>2006-07-26T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:21:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DO NOT FRIGGIN TEST MY PATIENCE WHEN I AM&lt;strong&gt; THIS&lt;/strong&gt; SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;highlights from the last i remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;surprise party for niq that wasn't surprising after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;other people's problems somehow becoming my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;meeting that hottie in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dying from 532535234 essays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;falling bloody sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;getting an unexpected mail from sam tio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;listening to shit that i don't want to hear, but listen to anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have too many questions i need answers to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;everyone's been feeling so lousy and depressed and jien tells me it's the time period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have so many things i want to say now but we all know blogs are meant for reading, so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I HATE THIS DAMN&lt;strong&gt; TIME PERIOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;just bloody leave my friends alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115384448973057317?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115384448973057317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115384448973057317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115384448973057317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115384448973057317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-not-friggin-test-my-patience-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115332504458731914</id><published>2006-07-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:04:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have had enough of kids, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and while i always fantasize about the love child i'm gonna have with nadal, today's experience is making me think twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;in case i sound like i exaggerate, this should be proof enough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i ended my first session with my kid telling lynn, "&lt;strong&gt;i don't like tina jie jie anymore&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i played the see-who-moves-first game, attempted to teach english comprehension to a girl who refuses to look at her work 5 seconds without yawning, tried teaching p5 science but ended up sharing the answer sheet with lynn, had to put up with girls one-fifth my size wanting to 'tie your hair!' cause 'wah your hair so nice smell!' while having my ribbon and clips taken off my head and playing with marble-like thingys which are actually magnets in disguise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then i had to cope with a girl who couldn't keep her hands off me, and sat on my lap at every opportunity.  my kid didn't like talking much bout school so my attempt to understand how she felt about it was kinda futile.  then it was outdoor time and i ended up learning hopscotch from a girl who kept yelling at me when i tried taking my birks away from the box or when i turned away cause someone else was calling me.  then there was the whole hoo-haa over our handphones (evil technology) which made two girls very unhappy (it was what caused my kid to not like me) and so while my girl attached herself to lynn, the other one dragged me away from the rest and i realised being a volunteer not only meant listening and helping, it also meant piggy-backing and running from pond to garden and playing pass-the-ball with a soccer ball and 5 excited kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh did i mention, my purse got horrible molested cause my kid didn't wanna give it to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant even say 'give it BACK to me' cause i never let her take it in the first. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i've decided to leave the phone, AND the wallet at home next time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there's one kid i really like from all the rest, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she came over when we had to leave and was the first to initiate a hug - i thought that was really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and though i make my kid and some of the others sound like little monsters, they're actually NOT THAT BAD, la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there were MOMENTS where i knew what i was actually doing there, and there's something about them that makes me wanna go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is making me not wanna have any fantasies about nadal tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115332504458731914?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115332504458731914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115332504458731914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115332504458731914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115332504458731914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-had-enough-of-kids-at-least-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115329396382035166</id><published>2006-07-19T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:26:03.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's 3.11pm on a wednesday afternoon and i'm HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;need to leave in five minutes for HISConnection but this is a momentous situation you see -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm close to never home right after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had my dose of sushi and fries after living on ONE slice of wholemeal, ONE cup of cereal, and i think 5 squares of a waffle, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh and banana&amp;mice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;track&amp;field finals today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;GO CEDAR, GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant wait to see vanessa again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;shall update later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115329396382035166?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115329396382035166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115329396382035166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115329396382035166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115329396382035166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115324144704528051</id><published>2006-07-19T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:50:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was as agonizing as it could get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe one day, i'll be able to pretend into reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then the bitterness will be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(just one more to add to that feelings-i-hate list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;free thrill of the day(!!) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;skipping the bridge with olive; losing, and then finding Butter again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's alot more liberating than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;one day, i'm gonna skip on the longest bridge in the world (whichever it may be) and remember that being out of breath is one of the best feelings in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tim mcgraw to faith hill:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything i was, more than i am; and all of this happened by taking your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115324144704528051?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115324144704528051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115324144704528051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115324144704528051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115324144704528051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-was-as-agonizing-as-it-could-get.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115315079651805882</id><published>2006-07-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:39:56.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the week ended and kicked off with non-stop phone calls almost back to back for about 6 hours. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that kinda resulted in a very drowsy day but pe drove some sleepy away though it felt a little inhabiting not being allowed to scream cause of the oral going on above.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i've been wanting to be quiet - obviously not badly enough and to no avail either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think i never learn: i ALWAYS talk for hours on end and end up dying the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, subway-ed after pe today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i love oatmeal raisin though i suspect its a smaller cut than the other cookies cause i always finish it in double time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay, off to bed - the two and a half last night will kill me if i don't right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i really hope the week bahaves.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115315079651805882?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115315079651805882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115315079651805882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115315079651805882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115315079651805882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-ended-and-kicked-off-with-non.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115298525211440351</id><published>2006-07-16T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:40:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;if you knew what was on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i think i'd scare you to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i know listening to more would be the most stupid thing to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;but i ended up falling a little deeper, and feeling a little more squelched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i cant believe i feel like crying already - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i wonder what'll happen when i actually attend show-and-tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;thanks jules, thanks xuyun, for making the trip down to adam today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the gesture was really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115298525211440351?l=check-vanilla.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-12380836.post-115295119841453538</id><published>2006-07-15T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:13:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;somehow, din and i always say the most mushy, thoughtful, meaningful stuff when we take long walks home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we're just so happy for each other (strangely, since she thinks she's disgusting and i'm trying to stop smiling at my phone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we just talk about so many things, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how we are the way we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she always complains about how her friends say she talks 'like a loudspeaker' and she always thinks 'wait till you meet tina'. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and we laugh at silly manda sometimes cause i still cant believe she waited 2 hours at my void deck cause she was afraid of a 'sleeping tina'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think i (used to) terrorize my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, we came to the conclusion that cedarians just, cannot whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i'm actually quite proud of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i had an ultimate island creamery experience yday cause us three girls wiped out 5 scoops of icecream plus 2 mudpies and a burnt alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we felt so damn sick after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the movie was sold out so we ended up nursing our nausea with green tea and toufu and sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;during the wait for my last bus home, din and i decided we were gonna make regular days for our rendevous(es)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we're gonna form a committee and delegate positions soon. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;right now, i cant think of a better way i could have ended my week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;these girls drive my deepest heartaches/headaches away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"i love the way you love people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;("i love the way you love people, too.")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115295119841453538?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115295119841453538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115295119841453538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115295119841453538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115295119841453538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/somehow-din-and-i-always-say-most.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115279175435766681</id><published>2006-07-13T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:55:54.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm really mad at myself now cause i don't know what the hell is wrong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i don't know why i'm getting grades like &lt;strong&gt;DSEVEN&lt;/strong&gt; for gp cause its damn english please and it's the only shit in the entire exam you don't need to study for cause YOU JUST PASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i don't care if it makes me a cocky loser but I DON'T BLOODY FAIL GP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this whole results shit's all just not going right - econs. HELLO i don't even know why i laughed at my grades my scripts can be recycled already, about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant believe i allow myself to be patronising and listen to all of that when i'm actually so crumpled already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's war between wanting to know, and not wanting to listen anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;right now, my heart just sank a few notches lower and i'm in no mood for tuition at TENTHIRTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115279175435766681?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115279175435766681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12380836.post-115263794208369279</id><published>2006-07-12T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:12:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;obvious, obvious, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this word's been repeating so many times in my head it doesn't even sound like a word anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe i need a break from all that excessive laughter/chatter/screaming, and try to find a quiet me within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's just getting so much harder to articulate without being read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really need to shut up more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115263794208369279?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115263794208369279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115263794208369279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115263794208369279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115263794208369279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/obvious-obvious-obviously.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115246246703834115</id><published>2006-07-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:27:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If I listened long enough to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Id find a way to believe that its all true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Still I look to find a reason to believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the federer/nadal finals are going onbelow cause i couldn't bear to see my baby lose the second set when he was so close to evening out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think the aviva ads are really cute: you have this nadal wannabe kid reaching 5012..5013 bounces on his aeropro, and then restarting again cause he dropped the ball.  how inspiring is that!  (okay i admit i love it cause he's imitating nadal. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, according to the commentators, having 'wimbledon ballboy' on your CV's just as good as having an MBA. that's just so woah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i couldn't resist so i squatted at the stairs and finished up the match. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;didn't really get what rafa was trying to say at the thankyou speech but he's just so adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but federer deserved it la, he's honestly drop dead OOMPHish on grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(my sister's response to my baby's bad english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elinie.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah imagine if he's ur lover...u ask him to kiss ur lips he kiss ur cheek if u ask him to hold ur hand he end up carrying u on piggy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHA, honestly i wouldn't mind that anyhow very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115246246703834115?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115246246703834115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115246246703834115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115246246703834115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115246246703834115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-listened-long-enough-to-you-id.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115229483890271848</id><published>2006-07-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:53:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it was the love of my life taijienjien's birthday on thursday and i hereby declare my undying love for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she's still my #1 girlfriend of choice if i ever wake up a man. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;one-thirders enjoyed her birthday as much as she did, i bet, cause we somehow manage to make any situation (even walking to the busstop from serangoon - note:  &lt;strong&gt;lor liew lian&lt;/strong&gt; was like the best set of alliterative words we've ever heard) stich funny and even at the height of our hunger, we make stealing food from under the net thingy seem like an adventure. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;making-the-video was one of the greatest highlights and though half the world prolly won't get it, we'll roll in laughter each time we hear "SHARAPOVAAA" or "i'm broke! i'm broke!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;jien just told me the video has been viewed 34 times and it was put up just 4 hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OOHLAALAA what are the chances of getting talent scouted! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;once i get my hands on the mt faber and jien's bday pics from lynn's shutterfly account i'm gonna add them to the ones i stole from jien's blog, and feast like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe i'll even develop some for my album of one-thirders (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm beginning to love them more and more and this scares me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annabella&lt;/strong&gt;'s still the only one who makes 'gross' so funny like when she spits her food out to take pictures, i'll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julie&lt;/strong&gt;'s my cutest, most auntie sister who's also the part-time manager of our band - &lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lynn&lt;/strong&gt;'s the super steady/reliant/positive sweetie who still always put things in perspective for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheryl&lt;/strong&gt;'s the one i feel safe with and she's such a sweetheart with so little unglamness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olive&lt;/strong&gt;'s my carebear ballet superstar, the one i like linking arms and leaning on and just - talking - to most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jien&lt;/strong&gt;'s my all time favourite heart doctor and she keeps me sane (during exams) and drives me nuts (every other time) and she always makes sure i feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i think leaving all this behind is gonna be alot harder than i ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115229483890271848?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115229483890271848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115229483890271848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115229483890271848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115229483890271848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-love-of-my-life-taijienjiens.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115211167625814149</id><published>2006-07-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:01:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we all change, and i hope its for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i am really blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all i can say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;God is good, all the time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all the time, God is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after school today, me and jules went over to lynn's place to nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i slept for about two hours and her maid officially thinks we're mad - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we dance, sing, play-act on one, and sleep like&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its feels stone-ish today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;study schedule for the next 8 weeks will be up by next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i should know all my grades by then so planning'll be easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i just read Shape and feel like a slob now - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my go-jogging-three-times-a-week plan is sucha pain cause i never get down to more than once a week if at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;apparantly downing alot of water in the morning's supposed to be really good for the system so i might try that tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(hope i don't puke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, i considering some 'beauty myths':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#1. washing your hair in egg white AND yogurt's really good. (one beaten egg white and 5 spoonfulls of natural yogurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#2. alternatively, BEER works just as well, or maybe even better. (i cant remember if it was given three or four stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#3. toothpaste reduces the size of your pimples. (how strange is that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nadal's up in abit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hope he kicks niemenen's ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that'll give me one more reason to sing and cheer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115211167625814149?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115211167625814149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115211167625814149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115211167625814149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115211167625814149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-all-change-and-i-hope-its-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115183310440880971</id><published>2006-07-02T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:38:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the weather is insanely warm i feel like going to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;spent the long weekend feeling high and invincible except that i completely depleted my money before i got my new allowance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but thats okay, its JULY and it will be a good month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went out with manda on friday and i cannot believe she made a "flip phone" out of her nokia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she's really so silly i'm speechless sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and its scary cause i'm having more "amanda moments" myself. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had dinner with merdin and maria at billy's as promised and we're always over-ordering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i love the banana milkshake its divine, i swear - it contains SEVEN/NINE scoops of icecream with chunky banana bits and its so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;spent the night at manda's with merdin and we made a mad dash for home to bathe and hopped on the last train but missed the last bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thank God for taxis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maria couldn't join us that night though cause she had tennis in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;highlights! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- we finished three bags of chips within the 12 hours we hung out together. hahaha, its impossible to stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- painted my nails for the first since p school i think. manda did red and white for england and intended to do yellow and green for brazil the next night, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- had plenty of girl-talk and exchanging of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- learnt the messy do from din that mandy's been dying to learn. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- fell asleep in the strangest position ever and i dun think i moved the entire night. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant really remember the details anymore but i remember being really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;came back yday afternoon and went for church in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the message on compromise was really apt it got me thinking bout so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went for dinner at adam and stef stayed over last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we tried making the mentos shoot from the can of diet coke to barely any avail i think we need more coke, more mentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;surfed between soccer and wimbledon and its so sad agassi lost for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for once i wouldn't mind if nadal didn't win, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we both did silly things like WEARING A SHIRT THE WRONG WAY and wondering why the cut was so wierd, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and okay - SNOOZING so many times unconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i duno why we found it all so funny actually, but it just was, to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i just realised the sangria stef bought is still in the fridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my mommy made me so excited yday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;four new bras and eleven new underwears to add to my lingerie collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115183310440880971?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115183310440880971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115183310440880971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115183310440880971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115183310440880971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/07/weather-is-insanely-warm-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115160134962994232</id><published>2006-06-30T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:15:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;scratch all the unhappiness cause baby, i am one heckuva loved girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if i never marry (and she doesn't),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me and din shall live in a bricky house with parapats and a lawn big enough for us to barbeque our own chicken wings and a kitchen big enough for baking together in serangoon gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and if we can afford, we'll throw in a home gym, a pool and tennis court (among other 'unaffordables').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this darling is the sweetest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;when she found out bout me and my mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she (tried to surprise me, lol) took me to gardens and treated me to so much happy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she refused to let me pay and i think she would have shouted ice-cube down if did, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i promised to treat her if she ever fights with her mom so she better come running to me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; of us finished a banana-caramel waffle, an apple-crumble with icecream, a cookies and cream mudpie, a chocolate brownie with CHOCOLATE icecream AND cheesefries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i feel sick just talking about it now, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;seriously man, i think we consumed 5000 calories in that hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we felt so sick of sweet stuff  we left and went for chicken wings and limejuice next, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then we walked the inner loop of gardens itself and i showed her all three houses i used to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we fell for so many houses so we're now determined to own one of those yummy properties :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after that, we sat for abit then walked some more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this time by a different route to kovan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we discovered so many places we havent been to eat at yet cause we're always 'acting rich' and dining at nydc/swensons all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hahaha, to think we said all that and are still going billy bombers tmrw, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY, we bought durian puffs from emicakes cause i conceded and decided to be nice and merdin just is, to her dad. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my feet are aching from all that walking but i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really don't know how i got so lucky - friends like this don't just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and me and mommy are on talking terms now, though i can still smell the tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i hope everyone can make it for soccer tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i miss maria, manda and merdin (already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115160134962994232?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115160134962994232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115160134962994232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115160134962994232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115160134962994232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/scratch-all-unhappiness-cause-baby-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115156942453080096</id><published>2006-06-29T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:23:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;math paper went really awful for me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so ask at your own risk cause i'll be bloody whiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i usually just stop at yelling and fretting, but today i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm not sure it was all about the math paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, it was horrible but thank God for &lt;strong&gt;ONE THIRDERS&lt;/strong&gt; who called/stayed around/offered hugs/tissue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm so drama sometimes, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and of course &lt;strong&gt;MERDIN&lt;/strong&gt;. (thankyou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so naturally, feeling the way i did, i called mommy to talk and HOHO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;she was so mean about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(she yelled at me and then hung up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and as if that wasn't bad enough, she called again during lunch with lynn at sakae where we were working on making ourselves happy and yelled at me, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(and then hung up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and i wonder where i get my manners from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm not gonna paint her so ugly on my blog but really,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;that was too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i honestly did not need all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and if words are meant to be taken back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;then she'd better start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;how does it feel like to be told you can be measured in dollars and cents;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and that your future needs no stretch of the imagination cause you can 'go rot if you want'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(this is just a gist, okay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and thankyouverymuch for comparing me to people like &lt;strong&gt;bryant chiang&lt;/strong&gt; - go adopt him if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;if  i'm all about how much you spend, then rest assured i'll make it someday and won't shortchage you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;if  you think i don't think about my future, then i'm sorry i do cause its my life (or don't you keep emphasizing that i'm not your problem already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and if my worth is measured by my grades, then i don't know why i try so hard to be the best daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and i want to say i don't care/whatever/its the menopause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;but i cant stop crying cause the one person i try so hard not to disappoint says things that hurt more than any childhood caning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115156942453080096?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115156942453080096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115156942453080096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115156942453080096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115156942453080096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/math-paper-went-really-awful-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115148399458246974</id><published>2006-06-28T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:42:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the welcome will not end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yesterday, i dreamt of demand/supply during my afternoon nap. (!!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;now tell me, why don't i ever prepare early even though i jolly know day-befores always freak me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE SPAIN (or rather torres and raul) ARE OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i am so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;now i have to rely on RONALDO, the next cutie in line (i like fat la, okay) for the rest of the WC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but then there's ballack (who looks like antonio bandaras to me, lol) and kaka and so i dun think its THAT bad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(BUT TORRES AND RAUL...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant believe i chose sleep over the last match i'll prolly watch for the next four years that spain plays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and NADAL PLAYS TONIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm childishly hoping he meets a french guy and kicks his butt just so spain gets mini revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay, ONE DAY ONE DAY ONE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(ONE DAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115148399458246974?l=check-vanilla.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-12380836.post-115138033840543284</id><published>2006-06-27T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:52:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;two down, two more to go [fail].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really should stop prophesizing my doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115138033840543284?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115138033840543284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i am supremely screwed for blocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;four days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HURRY UP END, LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115123205207527950?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115123205207527950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115123205207527950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115123205207527950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115123205207527950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-supremely-screwed-for-blocks.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115107641660870796</id><published>2006-06-23T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:26:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i almost forgot jien's moment-of-the-day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she's mistook louis ho (the teacher), for louis koo (the hongkong actor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hahaha, LOSEUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115107641660870796?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115107641660870796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115107641660870796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115107641660870796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115107641660870796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-almost-forgot-jiens-moment-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115107582681305564</id><published>2006-06-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:17:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its friday already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;blocks will be over in a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant wait cause i need to get it out of the way, pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its time to get over this monotony of unproductivity cause i feel like i can relate to silas marner pre-eppie already, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY, the scanner's not connected for some strange reason and i've got a whole list of happy/funthings we said/did today that i jotted down cause i always forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its all kinda nonsensical but to those who get it, enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; #1. yi zhen leng feng. *clap and whistle in sync, jien!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#2. i am a sporty nerd with forks in my hair.  HAHA, i love this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#3. did ariel use a fork or a purple comb-like thing to comb her hair? (i say fork, jien says purple-like thing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#4. HOT + FAT = FOTTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#5. my mucus?? nono - NUCLEUS. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#6. ice-cream is so cold. (this isn't even funny, actually, but somehow, it made it to the blog-sheet. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#7. i smelt blood and i thought my nose was bleeding. haha bimbo moment. (we're still trying to figure who in the world bled on my econs notes. this is kinda freaky.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;other random stuff today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#1. i saw a uni-brow guy and he's so hairy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#2. i straddled the 20cents/ride horse and then squeezed into the mini-car during one of our hour-long breaks talking.lol. (it reminded me of yuexing, hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#3. i think &lt;strong&gt;snap&lt;/strong&gt; is the best card game ever! i wanna get &lt;strong&gt;happy family&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;old maid&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;donkey&lt;/strong&gt; next. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#4. jien's crayons are so fun to use! which kinda explains the &lt;strong&gt;brazil&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;torres&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;raoul &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;SPAIN&lt;/strong&gt; scribbled all over me. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#5. serene centre is a cute-baby haven. jien is making kidnapping plans tonight, i bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;#6. i'm sligghhttly worried that i'm enjoying myself too much, but really - Anxiety can stay with Godfrey, cause i like Carefree. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i declare love for the grey's anatomy soundtrack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(even though i only know 3 songs from there and i don't even watch the show, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;song of the day: Girlfriend by n sync and nelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;somehow the literal songs make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay byebye, it's SOCCER (spain)  TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115107582681305564?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115107582681305564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115107582681305564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115107582681305564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115107582681305564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-friday-already-blocks-will-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115100654842822645</id><published>2006-06-23T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T04:02:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 247px" height=324 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2780.jpg" width=332&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ice-cream time!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 241px" height=277 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2777.jpg" width=311&gt;&lt;BR&gt;tempted to lick it clean, lol.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 237px" height=231 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2772.jpg" width=313&gt;&lt;BR&gt;take #1&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 329px" height=446 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2771.jpg" width=280&gt;&lt;BR&gt;take #2&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 232px" height=305 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2770.jpg" width=311&gt;&lt;BR&gt;take #3&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 221px" height=305 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2768.jpg" width=319&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the object of our affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115100654842822645?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115100654842822645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115100654842822645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115100654842822645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115100654842822645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/ice-cream-timetempted-to-lick-it-clean.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115100581207413778</id><published>2006-06-23T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:50:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because of the complaints i get about my mini-troublesome-need-to-scroll-alot blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i have changed it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really am getting better than this man - it's only three something am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the last time i tried changing my layout i slept at six. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, happy times with the loves of my life the past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- jien jien, my 20-minute-attention-span study partner.  i don't know what kind of shape i would be in this week if not for her - mugging alone with that head of mine would drive anyone to shove their head into the microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- manda and din and maria, without whom my life would surely be in shambles.  thankyou for being the people i can run to at 3am for screaming, crying and mothering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- stef and sheeni - i don't think i need to say how blessed i am to have you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- vincent (hello please tag if you're a secret fan!) who makes me feel smart for 2 hours a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had fun shopping with 'future celebrity' ken-the-man today and we are honestly the ultimate bitches when it comes to couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they bear the brunt of our spinsterhood but honestly la, some people should really a) get a room, or b) get a bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i mean, HELLO stop making out in macs cause its MACS and CHILDREN go to macs and the leg-hookings are too much even for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i've been trying to study this week as promised to myself but i just cant stop getting distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;honestly, i'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but noooo - not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cant sleep at night i'm so tired;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i'm not even eating properly my whole body feels screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i end up watching bits of soccer with the lights out and tv flashing and mineral water that i know i should stop drinking after eight actually if i don't want eyebags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can someone sing me a song soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm tired of pitch-perfect music and my own voice in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115100581207413778?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115100581207413778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115100581207413778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115100581207413778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115100581207413778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/because-of-complaints-i-get-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115068422773612588</id><published>2006-06-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:30:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/84/1047/1600/TINA"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/84/1047/320/TINA%27s%20COLLAGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;smile,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tina&lt;/span&gt;,smile ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ps:// sorry,cant see the captions for each individual pic.i ll send it to you over msn. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115068422773612588?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115068422773612588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115068422773612588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115068422773612588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115068422773612588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/smiletinasmile-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115065438812789917</id><published>2006-06-19T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:13:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 171px" height=257 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2762.jpg" width=261&gt;&lt;BR&gt;our futile child-like attempt to stop time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2756_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;we're missing maria here.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 187px" height=325 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/47b16784.jpg" width=283&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;traffic-stopping. (:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 194px" height=271 alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a36/balletina/IMGP2751_edited.jpg" width=357&gt;&lt;BR&gt;just so i'll know there's always something to smile about.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115065438812789917?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115065438812789917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115065438812789917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115065438812789917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115065438812789917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-futile-child-like-attempt-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115065228172953565</id><published>2006-06-19T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:42:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime you cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hear he's kicking ass across the board and rock two hundred thousand higher scorer j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ust in time to save the world of being taken over - he's a warrior. I couldn't play again because the game it never end it never even landed on the can and never let me in to spend my quarter, there's no love for me no more. Say it isn't so, how he easily come, and he easy go. Please don't tell him that i've been meaning to miss him(because I don't). He was the boy with the broadest shoulders but he would die before I crawled over them - he is taller than I am. He knew I wouldn't mind the view there or the altitude with a mouth full of air he let me down the doubt came out until the now became later. Say that it isn't so, how he easily come, how he easy go. Please don't tell him that 'cause he don't really need to know that I'm crazy like the rest of us (and I'm crazier when I'm next to him). So why after the all of everything that came and went I care enough to still be singing of the bitter end and broken eras I told you I don't but, I am only trying to be the best with my intent to cure the rest is sure to lay me ease the plural hurts of the words of reverse psychology - that's easier said, easier than done. Please don't dare tell him what I've become; please don't mention all the attention I have drawn; please don't bother cause he'll feel guilty when I'm gone because I'm crazy like the rest of us (but I'm crazier when I'm next to him) and it's amazing how he's so self-assured. But I know he'd hate me if he knew my words: Do I hurt anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the past few days shall go unpublished, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115065228172953565?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115065228172953565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115065228172953565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115065228172953565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115065228172953565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/everytime-you-cry.html' title='everytime you cry.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115039156611953057</id><published>2006-06-16T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:19:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss curiosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what a difference a day makes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and the difference is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just got back from the jamie cullum concert courtesy of lynnern's tickets and julie's invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i used to have a nono-rule for vertically challenged guys but this one's just too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm in love with his moppish hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its been sucha sweet day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;meet steffie for shopping and we had so much fun in the changing rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;didn't get anything then though but bought stuff from la senza in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then dinner time with jules' family turned out good cause her family's so easy-going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;plus her dada and mommy were really nice and treated me to dinner at fish&amp;amp;co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, met WEIYAN and her sister at the concert and they're both so adorable la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we took photos and then me and jules headed to our (free) seats which were really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;met two lovely strangers who were sitting with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lavenia (i think thats her name) whipped out her cam 5 seconds after saying hi and we actually camera whored before exchanging names. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;turned out the two lovelies are part timing at ben and jerry's and they asked us to visit them at great world and they'll give us extra large scoops of ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and it turned out we (me and that lavenia girl) both dig phish food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we kinda got split after running to the front (pseudo moshpit) and i think its a pity we didn't get to exchange contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, the highlight being jamie - i was absolutely swept off my feet when he got on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;his voice live is so sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he danced and made everyone laugh and he jumped and sat on the piano and hence broke it and he made me wanna snuggle under my blanket and think about rainy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today handed me a new-found love for jamie-jazz. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;snippet of my favourite song of the night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got women all around the globe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and I'm captain of the football team at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Now will I ever ever tell you the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well that depends on &lt;strong&gt;what the truth means to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'Cause I'm just a liar like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A liar like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-115021285385780980</id><published>2006-06-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:34:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be my guest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i am so annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and the worst thing's that i cant even say &lt;strong&gt;go away&lt;/strong&gt; cause you're nowhere near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115021285385780980?l=check-vanilla.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-12380836.post-115012912281403517</id><published>2006-06-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:18:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so can i.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just chatted with elsy for abit, and i think she's finding it really hard to insert the 'haha' s and the '!!' s characteristic of our usual conversations and i feel bad, as if i'm forcing it out of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today, i heard high over the teevee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its silly but i started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but honestly la, how is 'when you're close to tears remember, someday it will all be over..' supposed to make you feel remotely, high!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went to toa payoh for the first in a loong time and on my way home at the busstop, i met a mad man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i don't mean haha-mad cause he was downright freaky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when i alighted to switch buses he called out to me "eh ah lian! wah ah lian ah, ah lian!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i tell you, its damn hard to keep a straight face when some psycotic-looking indian man starts yelling "ah lian!" at you the minute you alight a bus please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;firstly, (okay, no offence but) AH LIAN?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(and just for the record)  i wasn't even flashing my gold chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, that guy kept yelling at me to turn around and it got quite freakish so i actually did and then this old man walked past me and he said i almost killed that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HELLO. he then proceeded to CURSE MY (already dead) GRANDFATHER I GOT SO MAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i mean, its one thing to be insane and on the streets;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its a whole different story to be insane, on the streets, verbally abusing me, AND SCOLDING MY ANCESTORS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okay i admit i wasn't the only one he picked on - little boys kicking a soccer ball got yelled at for wearing the England jersey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, the bitch in me was irrepressible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i was actually really scared but it got to a point where The Look could not be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HOHO. and guess what - he then threatened to KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gosh i tell you, i wanted to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in fact, i was all-ready to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if he did come so much as an inch near me i would scream the entire busstop down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thank goodness he switched target to a pretty maid who cycled past and you can imagine how repulsive he was trying to pick her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and then finally, my bus came and he looked at me again and said 'sorry ah, joke joke. joking la so serious.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like, after all that you call it a 'joke joke'?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;talk about strange, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, mom almost did something outrageous today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she imagined it was me she saw walking out of the train HAND IN HAND with a boy. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she very very nearly (and i'm surprised she didn't) shout 'baobei! who's that boy!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;omg! she's so cute sometimes when she told me about it she started saying things like 'heh heh baobei, what if you get a boyfriend before your sister! the first thing your mother will ask you is "baobei! handsome not!" (haha) see your mother's so cool'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and then she goes on and on about how she doesn't believe there's a need to hide blahblah..in other words telling me what a great momma she is and yes, she really is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theres a lady whos sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that glitters is gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And shes buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she gets there she knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the stores are all closed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;by the way, how could i even forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;CONGRATS RAFA BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i always knew you'd make it sixty. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-115012912281403517?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/115012912281403517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=115012912281403517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115012912281403517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/115012912281403517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-can-i.html' title='so can i.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114995098750059449</id><published>2006-06-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:49:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world around us disappears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;had island creamery 2 hours ago and i'm still feeling happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the four of us were trying so hard to take good photos for the wall our first printed shot had us looking like strangers. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, we took 3 in the end cause mr. soh turned up and after around 8 attempts to get a proper one, whats another shot, really. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;got to talk to stef for abit and sometimes, i really wonder what some people think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we were talking bout this girl we both know and i don't get why she says totally different stuff about the same issues to the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its..disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and it gets to me the way she's so clingy and whiny (is whiny the english equivalent to 'tairh'?) towards guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;is it just me or shouldn't this brand of behaviour be universally unpopular amongst girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nehow, tmrw's the all-important super exciting match-up between both my loves at the french finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ohmygosh i cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and though i keep bluffing myself i am absolutely neutral i'm not so secretly rooting for nadal to make it 60!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i'm typing in exclamations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cause i'm really really excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;study mode to begin come monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm actually looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i made a short mental list on my way to church just now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1. buy study food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2. upload study music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. sleep early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4. jog in the evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5. stop pulling out my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6. not to feel guilty - if i need a date, just go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm all ready to get started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(and i really hope this energy lasts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114995098750059449?l=check-vanilla.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-12380836.post-114987612305411282</id><published>2006-06-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:02:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing and smile you're my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ohmygosh i cannot believe i just walked into my parents room in my underwear WITH MY DAD IN BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;both tvs with scv are tuned into world cup so i cant bloody watch my french open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(i don't know why everyone cant watch together.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway i happily passed my mom my skirt to bring to the wash so i hopped into her room 10mins later going "ehh can switch to tennis for awhi....OMG!" then i backed out of the room chanting "ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and my mom just had to walk out 30seconds later laughing at me (and reminding me to bathe) -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just got back from town with my darling cedar old-timers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;quote of the day courtesy of manda: "i'm around 50kg plus minus - but i prefer minus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAHA. she's so silly sometimes i feel normal next to her, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, great time with the girlies i think we should be on candid camera full time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;got to talk quite abit and kinda high updating each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yann and manda left earlier which left me with the 2 darlings and i got them swooning over my special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;walked din to the busstop at my hse and this time, we made sure she was on the right side.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we had abit of a heart to heart and were laughing ourselves silly over some "ALOT" thing we were doing :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cant wait for this whole a level business to be over, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so not looking forward to the piles of notes awaiting entry into my empty brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2 weeks to mug i cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, tennis camp was fun to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;not that we played tennis (discounting that 30mins of rubbish hitting) or anything remotely draining,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just got so damn tired from that horrible running nose and eye infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went to the docs todayand she told me the virus that infected my nose infected my eyes as well (which explains the discharge and swelling in them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the juniors were real sweethearts i think they're madly in love with us :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they made us yummy shirts that read "there is no love in this courtship" and did a really moving video presentation for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cried the first time i watched it, experiencing a million flashbacks and thinking about how we'll be letting go (for real) already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i know i've never been anywhere close to being great/important in tennis, but there are people i've met these 6 years who mean so much to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've never thought about it but tennis has been such a major part of my life - a whole third of my puny existence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there're too many things i'm holding on to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;too many thing i'm afraid to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm even digging way back to sec one days where we silly girls train so hard to make it as reserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;being tyrannical to my juniors, going gaga over my seniors, crying over a million losses, participating in spex and humiliating myself big time, getting bowled over by the elite players - these are but mini fragments of my younger tennis memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;saints tennis was a whole different story - i manageds to nett 5pts for my o's and this was the only thing that held me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this team is amazing. i never thought so many people could love each other so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was purely God's grace and that&lt;em&gt; thing &lt;/em&gt;we had for each other that got us smack at top4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this year's team's special too, just in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'll have to admit its hard to replicate the kind of relationships we forged the year before but this team's big love too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the girls are sacharrine and we work so well together. they have such yummy personalities i think half the boys in school have ought to fall madly in love now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and the guys - lets just say they come out tops next to the horror stories bout other boys from my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm really sad, actally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its too soon, too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i thought of a million comfort words to say to zhixuan when he said he was sad too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i don't really know what to say, after all, cause those words don't mean much to me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"cheer up" can sound an awful lot like foreign language sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just please don't say "its time to move on" cause its stale, and we all know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and its sick how its coming to the time where we need to start making decisions about our futures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mr. soh and i were talking the other night when i met him at camp and he said that old as it sounds, 'follow your heart' is really what we ought to do cause we've still got the time to make u-turns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i really want to, just that my heart's sending mad signals about the kind of future i'm looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dear God, please shed some light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;right now, i'm really praying for focus and concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant seem to get down to real work yet and its making me feel grossly guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway today i heard cheryl my cherrybananas's having an eating disorder and she's super skinny now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm worried for her cause apparantly she's a little green/yellow and dat cant be a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hope i can talk her round the next we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its 2am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(okay, time to bathe. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114987612305411282?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114987612305411282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114987612305411282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114987612305411282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114987612305411282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/sing-and-smile-youre-my-hero.html' title='sing and smile you&apos;re my hero'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114952687970623292</id><published>2006-06-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:01:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody knows how to fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your love is better than ice cream,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better than anything else that i've ever tried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a hiphip for my love who just advanced to the quarters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;love his passing shots they are just so impossibly yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;elin went back to hong kong this morning and i didn't send her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we got to chat for abit in the evening though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;as much as i can, i'm staying away from the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my love-hate relationship with it is really tipping the scales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gonna watch she's the man tmrw with stef, xuan, and either his sister or his sister's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the 'shes' in the messages were so confusing i gave up asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant fathom why i want to watch it cause its just not something i'd pay for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but whatever the reason, i'm glad i'm going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i managed to sit through some math today though the ratio of finished sums to that of circled ones are damn depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lol, at least i started right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;watching tennis the last few nights got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sometimes just concentrating on watching point by point takes its toll on me i'm just thinking, how is it that these guys can do this thing every single day for like, 20 years of their lives?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i get lapses from watching and there they are, swinging like their life depended on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i love tennis but i dun think i've found something that'll make me live for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;or maybe its just that crazed discipline i lack - evident from my couch potato lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just thought, is it the sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114952687970623292?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114952687970623292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114952687970623292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114952687970623292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114952687970623292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/everybody-knows-how-to-fly.html' title='everybody knows how to fly'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114944138590858005</id><published>2006-06-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:16:25.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere down the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this week, i've spent an enormous amount of time shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;somehow, me and janice have spent almost every day of our week in town finding inspiration for stef's bday (while trying on dress after top after jeans after lingerie after shoe after.. you get the picture) and have still not managed to comb the entire orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i also watched my first midnight movie this week and i tried getting the people to stay while the xmen credits were rolling cause there was that last scene at the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the annoying idiots blatently ignored me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, stef's bday party went well and i'm super glad she had fun and enjoyed her special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm so tired of recounting the whole thing i'll do an entry on it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;or maybe everyone should just refer to stef's blog for the details.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;everytime i wear my feather earrings, i get the wierdest comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the last time was when we were supermarket shopping before Funka and this little girl asked how come i had feathers in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this time, the taxi uncle picked us up cause he was damn intrigued by 'those jimao (chicken feathers)' in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he even asked me for them cause i didn't know how to say i got it from mango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i honestly dun know what to make of his declaration that he'll pay his his daughter $200 to wear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went flea marketing today and i can think of more things i didn't like about it than things i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the stuff were OKAY though most of the things on sale were kinda repetitive and overpriced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the walking chimneys were damn annoying though;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;especially when you're stuck in the crowd and the air's not moving and you're inhaling all that stuff that'll make your lungs black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HELLO its my face you're exhaling into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i like the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this's alot bigger than the first one i went to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what elsy said about university admissions today are kinda scaring me into wanting to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;gosh i really need to BEGIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the french, an annoying horde of messages, endless dates to make up and a wandering mind to hold down are seriously not making this easy, man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114944138590858005?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114944138590858005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114944138590858005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114944138590858005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114944138590858005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/06/somewhere-down-road.html' title='somewhere down the road'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114909179180472855</id><published>2006-05-31T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:09:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want sexy shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;on my way home on the train,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i saw a woman picking at her nose so intently she prolly didn't see me staring at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;worse thing was the train was so crammed i was 2 inches from her and NO -  that did not stop her from ploughing her index finger deep into her poor nostril, in my face nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HELLO YOU'RE IN PUBLIC, YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;urgh. sometimes, can we just get a little more conscious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today, some bright sparks flew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if i'd let impulse take over, i'll grab your hand and sit you down and make you cry me your story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114909179180472855?l=check-vanilla.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-12380836.post-114900579345663117</id><published>2006-05-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:16:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cold wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've been wanting to change my layout for awhile but just cant find the mood to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can some sweet soul help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the holidays have officially begun yesterday (or 3 days ago if you start from saturday),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i am getting so stale (already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm such a slug i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've spent more time on the couch this past few days than i have on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've just managed to shift tuition from 1030pm on thursday to1 in the afternoon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;vincent's msg read: confirm thursday 1pm. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(sometimes he's just so incoherrant but he's so cute i cant find it in me to laugh at him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, last week marked the last week of term and boy was that one heckuva term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it wasn't my best but hey, i dun have much to complain about either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to be honest, i wasn't the happiest this term though i didn't get depressed quite so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to be (brutally) honest, tennis wasn't a highlight like it used to be, or rather, as i hoped it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and as for friends, some became more indispensible to me than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think i've met some really awesome people but sometimes, great people tire me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it gets tiring keeping up with the whole get-high syndrome and sometimes, i just want more time with the important ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this entire term (or at least for the most part of it), i've had so little alone time with jien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dun think we've talked 200mins the entire term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it got quite bad after season cause i got so free and she still had hockey and you know how we only talk stuff to some people -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think it was one of the reasons i cried during that assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;for all the reasons like wanting the best for each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dun want jien to go to the states, so soon or otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i duno why i'm being such a wreck already but i just hate knowing i'm losing them one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;first jason, and i know eventually, stef, and in my heart of hearts, jien too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its so retarded getting my heart rollercoastered so early in the holidays cause i know it can only get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;talking to xuan and janice last friday got me feeling like i haven't been in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;zhixuan's experiences made me question the absolutions i held on to and blurred my convictions about what love meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm eighteen and a third and love to me still has a half-filled definition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think we overuse and dun think about it enough and that acting like you know love gets disgusting sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm not even sure i can so freely say 'i love you' anymore cause i'm afraid i might trivialise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm not about to air my sister's relationship problems but i'm just sad derrick wasn't the guy she was looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i'm happy, cause i saw that she didn't want him as much as a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i actually think i understand that more than they imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its june in a day and i'm not ready to hit the books yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but me and daph made a pact so somehow, i'll just have to regroup and refind myself, and pretend its the o levels (only x3 this time) again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114900579345663117?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114900579345663117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114900579345663117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114900579345663117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114900579345663117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/cold-wall.html' title='the cold wall'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114820666529974888</id><published>2006-05-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:19:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a long way down to the place where we started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she's so big hearted i'm not sure she's female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but then again, we always do (stupid?) things like that all the time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;giving up the things we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;defying every fibre to insist we are happy - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant take comfort in being silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Stretched from ear to ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To see you walking down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We meet at the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I stare for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The world around disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On this island of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A breath between us could be miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Let me surround you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My sea to your shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Let me be the calm you seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant believe watching is enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114820666529974888?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114820666529974888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114820666529974888&amp;isPopup=true' 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seal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i know i'm long overdue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i wanna give special mention to my thursday (the last one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was such an 'another time another place' kind of day cause i actually wanna remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sheryl cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and so did julie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and olive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there can be a thousand (other) reasons besides what we divulged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i felt a million shades of bitter/frustration/fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but thank God for early morning love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3 minutes ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i read jien's (not so new) blog entry on how she felt like she had been writing for people and not herself and i think, i feel exactly the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i don't want to be on guard bout what i wanna say cause - why should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so i think i need to change my password pronto since so many know it already and that'll make my unpublished posts as good as published. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway back to thursday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tennis boys beat the vjc team to clinch third overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so proud. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and here we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;talking about what she had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but for all the bluster in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stripped away and i am no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and disgustingly infatuated i remember a promise that didn't even sound like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no, i don't need it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the promise (or whatever it was), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;was (good) enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today, i went up for alter call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pastor janice (i think) prayed for me and she told me to hold on, don't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she kept emphasazing that i needed to hold on, and hold on tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and then while she prayed for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she said that she could see an airport, and a runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and that i'm on the runway, and that she sees me trying very hard to gain momentum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's something i cannot do alone so she prayed for God to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and then she said she could see i was meant for great things and that i would soar once i gained the momentum i was looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i felt really geared, itching to find what it is that would help me prosper as Jesus had promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so i'm gonna pray really hard, and hope i do fulfill the 'great things' God has planned for me, for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i won't forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy 5th year as my kor, elsie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i mark it out every year so i'll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you're precious, genuine and rare though i always tell you otherwise, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;love you, superhero. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114814266514292646?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114814266514292646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114814266514292646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114814266514292646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114814266514292646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/break-seal.html' title='break the seal'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114787764630764654</id><published>2006-05-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:54:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant believe i contemplated skipping rugby finals today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was worth every minute of the sleep i missed cause the boys were WOOHOO! good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yuexing and i went mad together (as usual) and halfway through yelling my lungs out my head was throbbing so bad i was seeing light for abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but honestly, rugby is such an (ironically) moving sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(okay i admit i was crying when we won)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the whole lot of saints assembled there showed so much school spirit i felt whoah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how i was brimming with pride watching us gathered singing (or rather, shouting) the school song and it suddenly felt like cedar's track and field days again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yesterday, the guys missed their chance to have a shot at the top spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i honestly thought we could have actually, but thats okay - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they don't need all that recognition to be ranked no. 1 on our favourite teams list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;now that i've calmed, and my heart's settled from all that excitement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm actually feeling rather blah cause:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1. the girls never did play at kallang. (okay no biggie but it is The place you see real good players our age.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2. i think it would have been  exhilerating to hear "SAJC tennis girls beat _JC tennis girls 3-2 in the finals to win the national championships!" followed by raucious cheering. its something that'll never happen in my time actually, but i have a right to wish right. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its been a looong day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and the guys are playing for 3rd/4th placings tommorow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm off to bed to ensure lung power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12380836.post-114759918487551181</id><published>2006-05-14T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:33:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you like some candy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't tell me i haven't been good to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't tell me i have never been there for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't tell me why nothing is good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm not even feeling all that crapped up yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but just in case it'll come:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;IT WILL GO AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so Fear/Whoever-you-are, please stop lurking and go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i don't need dandy reminders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i dun even think i'm fit to feel like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm irked by myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and want my fingers to shut up in the typing world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and really, i'm the one giving my ownself shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so i'm just annoyed, over-reacting, lucid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then how come i cant stop thinking about how to stop thinking (about you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114759918487551181?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114759918487551181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114759918487551181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114759918487551181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114759918487551181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/would-you-like-some-candy.html' title='would you like some candy?'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114735141261905129</id><published>2006-05-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:43:32.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over and done but the heartache lives on inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant capture "loss".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's such an immaculate feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;season's over. (so much for ending my so-called tennis career with a big bang.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i still have a million different emotions coursing through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;which explains my one-day delay in putting it all into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i decided that it was stupid to let them all fade before doing a tell-all cause it's a (million) feeling(s) i wanna remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today, jo told me she got emo last night thinking through her tennis memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yesterday, i was a laughing machine/the joke(r) of all jokers/the raving maniac who found everything funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i don't know if i'm plain deluded or what cause there's this dull ache that won't go away though my "as long as the guys are in, we're still in" mantra keeps resounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i didn't allow myself one moment alone yesterday cause i was scared to be alone with that kind of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's not that i didn't feel every ounce of the happiness my laughter suggested,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's just that all that HOHA didn't cut it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;deep in, i felt sad, dull, empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the girls' team this year was real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dun need to make whole lists of every individual but i want to mention a few -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i know i couldn't have asked for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;jo - captain of the girlies, her in action meant one game in our favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stef - my sweetheart bestie whom i love.  i love all of her, silliness included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;noose - my to-be partner who was never meant to be, losing each other did not change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;christine - the funny girl who was always happiest for me when i'm over that time of the month, and who blew into my ear all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;louisa - the pretty girl who had to endure stephen jokes for the longest time and who made volleying look like the easiest thing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sharlene - the sweeter than candy darling who is actually very very unglam but in such a cute way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yuexing - my (hot) ball who loves TEDDY and when we're together, there'll never be silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today, hockey girls and soccer boys got through to the semis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i am honestly super happy for them (esp. hockey cause of jien and mr. soh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there's just this naggy tinge though, thats nibbling the core of my heart (melodramatic as it sounds) cause i just wish the tennis girls were in it to share this joy with the rest of team sa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i can hardly believe my tennis career (psuedo and short-lived as it is) is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you know, "over" just sounds so - dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like "finished";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;or "the end";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;or "dead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this brought back a million memories of last year when we got ourselves into the semis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think it was truly God's grace our team made it that far cause skills-wise, we really weren't booming like this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but we were so happy and i 'll never ever forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how we celebrated with countless team dinners and so many late nights in school just discussing winning strategies and just playing our hearts out till we all just collapsed and succumbed to fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how we didn't have to ask to know we were going rapture together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how we didn't squeak a compaint when we had to train 730 on sats at malan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how our balls could find their way around the courts when 22 people lined the 3 courts at a time, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how i still think of them 365 days after our season ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my chapter in competitive tennis is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;for the last time i promise (at least in this entry),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;let me be dramatic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm devastated we ended so mediocre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;now it's "done";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"finished";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"the end";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"dead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114735141261905129?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114735141261905129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114735141261905129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114735141261905129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114735141261905129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-over-and-done-but-heartache-lives.html' title='it&apos;s over and done but the heartache lives on inside'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114693436907991703</id><published>2006-05-07T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:54:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is in danger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cut my hair today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;admittedly, i'm sucha coward because it's still - long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;doris had (almost) violent objections against short hair which i had for most of my younger days so i settled for the long bob. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think i'm selfish when it comes to sharing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i really don't like sharing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the more special, the more possessive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but that's not true come to think of it cause there are special people i like sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think i need to get excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's too slow yet too fast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;too happy yet too frivolous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okay, i'm just annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114693436907991703?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114693436907991703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114693436907991703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114693436907991703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114693436907991703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-is-in-danger.html' title='my life is in danger.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114684168890518033</id><published>2006-05-05T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:08:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't make me look like a fool - ian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've not been a very nice person today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i somehow managed to land myself in various situations that had me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1) staring down jc boys who cannot keep their hands to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2) screaming in lieu of denying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3) screaming just so i'd get my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4) passing smart-alec remarks that make me seem like a hater (to rude strangers, btw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i wanna go for both fleas tomorrow please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've never been to timberlux before and the raffles one sounds like good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i'll be in dire need of sleep after training at an unearthly 0730; working through sm prep with lynn at 1130; and a potential appointment at doris's in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and it's not as if i've got no work/studying to do at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;besides, there's church at night and no - i'm not gonna sleep through the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i'm still torn between cutting my hair short or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;silly thing to be preoccupied with but chopping it all off is so sayang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i'm a girl, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but then long and straight and thin (not that i can help it) is just damn boring already - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i don't like looking the spitting image of 800 other girls in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the guys' team was awesome today with a 5-0 win over tp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i stupidly scaled the wall that would provide a potentially better view but had to get off after 5 mins and aggrevated my already nagging right foot by leaping right off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;now it's hurting like shit i just hope it'll be okay in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okay off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(if i can't be nice, at least i'm gonna try to be good.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114684168890518033?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114684168890518033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114684168890518033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114684168890518033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114684168890518033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-make-me-look-like-fool-ian.html' title='don&apos;t make me look like a fool - ian'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114657994819820778</id><published>2006-05-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:25:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's come undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;today, i did what i've been meaning to do for some time - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i sat in a dark corner to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i decided to go home to think about all thats been happening after lynn and i agreed that we were not meeting tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(so much for reading econs and getting past page 79 of she's come undone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i felt like an Angie squashed between the kitchen cabinet and bin of soap powder (no, i do not want to kill anyone);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and i felt heartbreakingly ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;it's disgusting being blinded from ridicule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i don't want to be patronised for goodness sake just bloody stop it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114657994819820778?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114657994819820778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114657994819820778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114657994819820778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114657994819820778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/05/shes-come-undone.html' title='she&apos;s come undone'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114633212999112949</id><published>2006-04-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:23:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good enough to eat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's been too long since i've last posted and my connection just will not coorperate.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been far too long for me to list all i've been meaning to, so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. yuexing got whacked by a ball in the eye and ended up hospitalised. (says the ball, lol)&lt;br /&gt;(i miss having that girl around cause she makes tennis yummy.)&lt;br /&gt;2. i lived through week 5 (was last week week 5 already?!) and actually liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. i ate prawn mee, hokkien mee, stingray, ice kachang and cheng teng after church with stef today and got so full i couldn't walk straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. i played 3rd/1st singles for tennis nats this week and though positions do make me sound like one heckuva great player, it's too deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;5. i bought yummy shorts that are bound to be criticised.&lt;br /&gt;6. i didn't manage to finish reading the hours cause i'm (horribly) slow.&lt;br /&gt;7. i met inyoung at zara and thought till a few hours back that her name was y-i-n y-a-n-g. HUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. i've got 4 potential dates lined up for monday. why is it i feel as if i'll end up shopping alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9. i can't stop singing sugaray and the only line on repeat's: when it's over, that's the time i'll fall in love again. (gosh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10. my sister's coming home from the 1st to the 5th of june. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11. i can't stop thinking (missing?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12. may 20th will be the day elsy's our AS for the 5th year and counting. :D (i can't believe i had it marked, lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13. my legs are incredibly dry - could it be the shaving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;14. i cant decide whether to splurge on clothes, books, or a haircut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;15. my sister just offered to buy me a pair of shoes from victoria's secret on the condition i treat her to prata. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i realise that i actually like listening.  i always thought i enjoyed talking more but no, i actually really like to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sometimes i hurry to say something, or even end a conversation cause i'm afraid 3 seconds of silence will turn awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;then i'll replay every word i remember over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;does this only happen with special people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyway, i need to resolve to stop yelling on court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wednesday it was the very loud 'bitch' and on friday  it was 'hello is anybody home!?'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i don't seem to realise how incredulous my opponents (and teammates) are whenever i shout anything and everything and subject my aeropro to violent beatings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;most just find it really funny though i get  disgusted with my temper sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think i'm starting to like sharapova more and more. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114633212999112949?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114633212999112949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114633212999112949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114633212999112949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114633212999112949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-enough-to-eat.html' title='good enough to eat.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114520121668114423</id><published>2006-04-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:26:56.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minus ten points.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;last night, i wonder how i found my way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;after leaving adam around 11, i felt super tired and could feel the flu and sorethroat coming on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;got home past midnight so i bathed in record time (noone even had to make me) and downed some pills and have been sleeping for long stretches since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and, (and i'm sure noosey will beam at this) i downed i think 2 litres of water today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thats like more than i usually drink in a week. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;during one of my more conscious moments today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i recalled an encounter with my primary school teacher some time ago in serangoon gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(i think there's this connection we have with our sub-conscious minds that make us recall stuff we don't actually try to and we don't know how important it is till we actually do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway i havent seen her for 6 years and she actually remembers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she said, "Tina! One of my best students how will i ever forget!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(and even though i'd prefer not being "one of" but rather, The "best" student she ever had,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she made me feel so special, cause i knew i was - at least to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and happy as it made me, it reminded me good things don't keep happening and as much as i long for such a place again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there's this thing about talking that helps you know someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i cant say its all good though cause sometimes, knowing too much spoils the perfect picture, makes it unattainable, and helps you step on your own self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;for all the insecurities in the world, sometimes hitting too close to home can be more damaging than you imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114520121668114423?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114520121668114423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114520121668114423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114520121668114423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114520121668114423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/minus-ten-points.html' title='minus ten points.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114503659091606580</id><published>2006-04-15T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:43:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jitter-bugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know i am sore,&lt;br /&gt;and that i'm frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;and that i wanna flay my arms about and scream till they put me in a straight-jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because i have friends,&lt;br /&gt;and i have family,&lt;br /&gt;and i have love,&lt;br /&gt;and i have God,&lt;br /&gt;it all becomes a little more bearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;got my pw grade yday and i was really upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;i've repeated the whole episode so many times i cant bring myself to write about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot really believe my somewhat passive reaction to it though, cause i know if this was cedar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HOHO - lets not even go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;now this is why i love school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/84/1047/1600/note%20from%20jien%20&amp;%20lynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/84/1047/1600/note%20from%20jien%20&amp;amp;%20lynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/84/1047/1600/note%20from%20jien%20&amp;%20lynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" height="315" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/84/1047/320/note%20from%20jien%20%26%20lynn.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stef also came over to my place to surprise me after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;that sweetheart brought lots of chocs and shandy and flowers and a happy note to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;what a bestie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went out with manda, maria and merdin.&lt;br /&gt;we had sucha great time and i think its ironic how i don't miss them as much when i don't see them, as when i do.&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't miss them madness when we're apart, its just that being together and stuffs that happen when we're together just makes me wish we were sec one all over again.&lt;br /&gt;but they just make me feel so happy cause i know i can share my joy and pain with them, regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and i'm really glad i've got elsy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;she's super yummy to complain to cause she's so supportive, la.&lt;br /&gt;and every problem/worry always seems inconsequential when i'm done telling her all about it.&lt;br /&gt;this kor is just, irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jason's really sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;he's being a real darling right now on msn and i kinda wish he's still in singapore after all this time. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyway, good Good Friday i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(though week four has, on the whole, left me very very disheartened.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;now weekends, &lt;strong&gt;be good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and week five? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make me happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114503659091606580?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114503659091606580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114503659091606580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114503659091606580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114503659091606580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/jitter-bugs.html' title='jitter-bugs.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114485144947333382</id><published>2006-04-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:17:34.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lied when i said i didn't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i have an insane urge to stay up the entire night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maybe i can read the archie comic book i never got down to finishing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maybe i can write for real cause i haven't been in goodness knows how long;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maybe i can call some sweet soul who'll talk me through the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maybe i can find some space in the wardrobe and think about my favourite morbid thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just not another gp compre or lit essay anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and all this in spite of needing some 10-hour uninterrupted sleep desperately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;F-I-N-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm not seeking to be the centre of pity thankyouverymuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and though i look as happy as every other posing/laughing joker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my friends can take my joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my blog can take my frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and its not that i'm in the business of pretending, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just hate caring so much sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performance&lt;/strong&gt;, you can go kiss my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114485144947333382?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114485144947333382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114485144947333382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114485144947333382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114485144947333382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lied-when-i-said-i-didnt-care.html' title='i lied when i said i didn&apos;t care.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114442674026627403</id><published>2006-04-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:40:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class 95's all 90s weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i feel like i can cry any moment from a long overdue emotional overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;it's been such a weepy week, man.&lt;br /&gt;the people around me have felt sad/horrible/touched/misunderstood the past week and any would reduce us to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynn ern the sweet's birthday on wednesday was just so moving. so sweet, la! i mean, come on man - that boy (of lynn's) has actually won us all over to his camp on our first meeting! he made all of us (besides the birthday girlie :\) cry and want to decide what to wear to their wedding already. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this whole lapse during the week that made me damn annoyed. but NEVERMIND, i've lamented all i've wanted and seriously, i have damn good friends around me, la. they've all been so supportive and loving. something i've learnt though: everytime you expect, you hurt/lose more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some happy stuff to note:&lt;br /&gt;- post-lifeconcert was hilarious with rueben, john and xuan. i think we'll never be welcomed back to that coffeeshop with uncles dressed in sexy-holey tops again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;-kenneth's birthday surprise was great.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm not broke (yet). kept within budget this week!&lt;br /&gt;-it is ROBIN'S 18th BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'm really glad we made kenneth's surprise happen, cause it was good to see (most of) the tennis  gang together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we look so damn good together la. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;think he was quite touched and as long as everyone's happy, everything's worth the while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(btw the post is fragmented cause its written over two days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;anyway, i've been such an angry person this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i honestly need to stop getting so worked up, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my lame excuse is that i only get mad because i love (think ldjin) but no, i don't like being mad cause its seriously damn exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the whole episode with my mom really took the icing but we're both making amends in our own ways now so i guess its love after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and previously, i was so tempted to say i'm sick of everything tennis represents but i know i'll never mean it anyway so i better not say such hurting stuff i'll regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;seeing everyone on friday reminded me of a time i went crazy over tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and seeing everyone also reminded me that i'm still in love with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and its not that i don't like the jayones, i love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but its just that i miss last year's team so damn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;anyway, moving on from making my own hair stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i just wanna tell estee that friday morning wasn't enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we still have alot to catch up on i've got a million things to tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and weiyann, lets make a date! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and young adult service, is just so damn good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i think i'm on my way to spiritual recovery, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;now week 4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YOU BETTER BE GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114442674026627403?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114442674026627403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114442674026627403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114442674026627403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114442674026627403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/class-95s-all-90s-weekend.html' title='class 95&apos;s all 90s weekend!'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114390784171358473</id><published>2006-04-01T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:36:26.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i the april fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you know you like him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well, he's sweet, and nice, and he's really damn attractive! and charming. yeah, charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how about the-one-you-cant-forget?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i don't know. no reason, it's just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just realised i've been absent for 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so its been awhile and i'll just update whatever strikes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;major stuff that happened include blocks that came and went, tennis highs and lows, some serious heart swinging, and time spent with various loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;blocks were so-so. didn't do anywhere near expectations but i'll live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went out with maria and merdin a week ago and we hung out at nydc (where karen now works!) till we got so full we couldn't enjoy cake/mudpie/ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;met merdin again on sunday for tea and we had a heart-to-heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we both decided (or maybe only dared to let ourselves think then) that our love didn't have to equate relationships; sometimes, we just never forget, thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and boring, confusing, suspended as it sounds, it makes a world of difference to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;for awhile now, i've been feeling rather blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i don't know/understand these mashed up emotions inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its like, i dun even get my laughter anymore sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i know i shouldn't but i cant help myself and that makes me increasingly disgusted with yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there are these million inadequacies i feel and i hate being insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and though so many out there can say they understand how i feel, i'm not sure i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i'm not so sure i want to know anyway cause everytime i finally get it and learn to cope, new feelings find their way in and i'm so tired of teaching myself how to deal and pretend already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;regarding tennis, i feel frigging fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i was happy with myself yday but still, it doesn't stop me from feeling $&amp;amp;*($#* fed-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can't/won't say why here but that doesn't stop me from wanting to shout SCREW STUPID DOUBLE STANDARDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and you don't have to understand cause who really does, man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if it really was so easy to fathom, noone would need the benefit of doubt to be stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i duno why i do things that i know would just make me feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;its just an insane desire to be missed and that just makes me feel like a big time loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;now congratulate me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've just invited more speculation and more heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114390784171358473?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114390784171358473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114390784171358473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114390784171358473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114390784171358473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-april-fool.html' title='i the april fool'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114270321714232139</id><published>2006-03-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:34:52.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lift my voice towards the heavens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;today in church, i learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;enjoying the promises of God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;#1. bury the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;this is so hard sometimes, especially when i'm in turmoil with none other than (tada) myself. but God promises blessings to come that far exceed what we've experienced before if only we learn to let go. so i've decided along the way, that i should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;#2. stop complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;like seriously. this little bits of truth just hit me though i think i had them hidden in my heart all along: i don't have to/shouldn't have to complain cause i can simply trust. i can trust in the destiny He has planned for me so why rebel if i can be happy with peace? i've also recognised attitude can wholly impact in a fresh way - &lt;strong&gt;it's easy to be good but only attitude can make you great&lt;/strong&gt;. i have to stop focusing on the negative and just give thanks and count my blessings and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;#3. obey the Lord completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sometimes, i feel so bogged by my entire head cause it thinks too much. but rest on God, my strength in times of everything and He will surely make my paths straight. love Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;#4. honour him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's my most loving father for you. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i'm so tired from (thinking) everything (you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yet i trust i will/can be restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith darling, faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114270321714232139?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114270321714232139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114270321714232139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114270321714232139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114270321714232139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/lift-my-voice-towards-heavens.html' title='lift my voice towards the heavens.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114252812726252850</id><published>2006-03-17T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:55:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running on rewind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;today i went jogging and that made me happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but the walk home was ruined by a sad love (or should i say love-less) song that made me run home to the bathroom to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway, i promised lynn 1) less angst 2) happy entry (ies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and i must give keller, her lovely dog some mention (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;he ran out of her house today because of some construction ding-dongs going on and i wonder if i'd be as brave as that girl (stranger) who stopped to pet him so he wouldn't run further. (note: scared of dogs - ALL KINDS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and then lynn went to talk to keller and pet/smack him for being naughty.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i think she ought to introduce Hippo to Keller, her two friends she talk to who cant really respond. (not verbally, at least/i hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me and my mom had the most hilarious conversation today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(met niq and stef for lunch and niq told us about how his friend's an air stewardess now and this led to what me and my mom had to say.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;she's the sweetest by the way, buying me easter eggs (already) to see if they're any good, and so many bars of chocolate to "see if you like" from m&amp;s, just cause. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and because my mom has this crazy idea put into her head by i-duno-who that i'm going to fall sick, she bought these huge pears (apparantly good for the throat), and oranges (the best fruit according to vincent), and today, yakult and juice so i can stay healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;what love! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;okay, digressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so back to my conversation with mommy dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i told her that if all else failed and i, by some way or another, failed my As (choy!choy!choy!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;then i'll become an air stewardess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;brilliant eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;except i've largely discounted the prospect of actually having to 1) lose (alot) of weight; 2) maintain my balance during turbulance (i think too much); and 3) be &lt;strong&gt;effectively&lt;/strong&gt; bilingual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway, my mom got so excited she said, "i never thought one of my girls would become a singapore girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and then she went on introducing the best places to work at, citing cathay pacific's duno-what company in hong kong which is apparantly super political but&lt;strong&gt; pays damn well&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hahaha, to think mama herself's more excited than me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;what with this entire project only coming to fruition if i do, in fact, FAIL MY A's (touch wood please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i realised there's this like, trend in my conversations with my mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;everytime some major tests/exams draw near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;we have this big conversations on what i would do if i didn't make it - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;last year's horrific promos-period was filled with "okay, go poly if you want to but better register before march 06!" (and here is march 06 saying goodbye already) and "don't worry, there's always something you can do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- which makes me feel like a total idiot/loser for being rude/grounchy at home/to my mom sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'm happy but sane (insanely happy's the best state to be in, i tell you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and this makes me feel like snuggling close to a you, trying to find a comfortable me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114252812726252850?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114252812726252850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114252812726252850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114252812726252850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114252812726252850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/running-on-rewind.html' title='running on rewind.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114226504653378983</id><published>2006-03-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:50:46.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can be my supernatural delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;as promised, this week's perennial past time shall be blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i just cannot bloody get stuff outta my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how i know with every sickening fibre of my being (exaggerating as it sounds) since years before that i can/should never expect anything out of this sickening ***********.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yet knowing and doing can never be neighbours you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like how tom will never get along with jerry - that kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so yes, my point is that, so what if i know all the shit about smile-and-pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it hurts damn badly when the affection's on display and i hate myself for being so damn sensitive sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and you can tell me a million 'then-don'ts' but it won't help cause if you can help feeling, you're just thinking - not using the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and ironic as it sounds, i'd like to think i'm actually using my heart unlike my usual stupid rational self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and sorry jien, no you = morbid me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i can't help going online. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;: tell me Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114226504653378983?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114226504653378983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114226504653378983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114226504653378983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114226504653378983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-can-be-my-supernatural-delight.html' title='you can be my supernatural delight'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114209750456878347</id><published>2006-03-12T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:18:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend,can we now do what we couldn't as forbidden lovers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;its been almost two weeks since i've blogged though it doesn't feel anywhere that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;the march holidays have officially began and (i wish i could say) screw block tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i think i might possibly blog more this week than the entire year since i'll be home most of the time trying to feed information into my malnourished brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;gosh, SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;havent touched (literally) a shred of work since thursday and yes, i'm still hoping to pass block tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;yknow, chances of me living through this year without any crazy breakdown(s) is going to be quite impossible the way i see &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; (refers to jaythree results' day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and i hope it stays away for the next few weeks at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;- i'm actually hoping to have a happy term ii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and thats cause tourney's coming up (after the bts that is) and i want to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;of course, not that i'm stuck at the stage where i get green-eyed/wrecked/greatly pained anymore when i'm outta selection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but it'll be nice to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;though by the looks of it its gonna be tough and i like the juniors so - happy is me whatever happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway, partied yday and today and i'm so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'd say more but the body is weak though the spirit is willing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so later/next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114209750456878347?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114209750456878347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114209750456878347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114209750456878347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114209750456878347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendcan-we-now-do-what-we-couldnt-as.html' title='Friend,can we now do what we couldn&apos;t as forbidden lovers?'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114094709511629126</id><published>2006-02-26T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:44:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you cant hide beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sometimes i think: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whats the use of loving if it never gets you anywhere/anything/any-whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but i've come to realise that loving has taken me to places beyong the anywhere - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;like the Happy Factory i go to everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so Happy Factory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;you may not be Smartest, or Renowned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but you make me sing/laugh/dance(or at least try to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so - i love you enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114094709511629126?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114094709511629126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114094709511629126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114094709511629126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114094709511629126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-cant-hide-beautiful.html' title='you cant hide beautiful.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114071753134556995</id><published>2006-02-24T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:58:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you had me at hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;there're a million inexplicable frustrations lined with so many uncertainties and expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think i'll never know what i'm gonna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, olive is a ballerina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've always wanted to learn in spite of  my_______ (fill in the blank yourself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so yes, isn't dat amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think every one-thirder has some awesome talent so i need to find mine pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today's pe was hilarious:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1. we were playing FLOORBALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2. jiaying kept shouting "teacher! teacher! here teacher!" which was so funny i kept getting spasms of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. alex was pro as usual but he kept leaving his stick behind so yes, funny too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4. then we somehow named ourselves The Men and so jiaying who kept scoring was full-fledged while i became "not a boy, not yet a man". LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5. crazy huddling and feeling multiple whackings from the sticks (as you whack the others too) while trying to fish for the ball until someone like JIEN (who is amazingly strong considering she's only 4 sacks of rice :D) comes along and falls you. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i like pe. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today, olive bella and i got popular-ed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the lady unknowingly shouted "ONE-THIRD!" (though she meant WANTED) at the rest but thats okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cause we're popular. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i like being a goose when we're together cause its just so much fun in our farm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okay, goodnight trouble i'm going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114071753134556995?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114071753134556995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114071753134556995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114071753134556995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114071753134556995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title='you had me at hello.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-114028955393969215</id><published>2006-02-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:31:11.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's as though the whole world's gonna end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my eyes will ache if that's what they can do -&lt;br /&gt;STUPID BAUSCH &amp;amp; LOMB.&lt;br /&gt;really la, my non-stop tearing was not incidental after all.&lt;br /&gt;yday was maria's bday (HAPPY 18TH, LOVE) and we went to surprise her!&lt;br /&gt;shan't say how here cause its sucha good plan i might consider using it again :D&lt;br /&gt;we had yummy cheesecake from cedele before heading to gardens for food/drinks.&lt;br /&gt;then after a looong chat we left gardens, and ended up walking home. :D&lt;br /&gt;me and din walked with maria to her place then decided she'll walk to mine before taking the bus.&lt;br /&gt;she ended up taking the wrong direction (which is my fault, SORRY!) and (in her words) 'refused to get down at the last stop until the driver told me [her].' HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so she cabbed home in the end, after all. lol&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so glad we got to talk so much,&lt;br /&gt;and its ironically fun(ner) with the cockroach/rat interruptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-114028955393969215?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/114028955393969215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=114028955393969215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/114028955393969215'/><link rel='self' 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i'm always thinking about, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;its like how chopin's romancha just makes me want to stare starry into another korean soap's hunk's eyes and cry my eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and right now i've lost my train of thought -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;it's tiring waiting for the end to come when it's only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;it's stupid even, waiting, cause like c'mon IT IS A LONG WAIT LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and the day it ends, the day its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and when everything's a done deal, i want to start my old chapter all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway, my throat is dying again cause i indulged in chocolate fondue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;KILL ME PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i really need to learn how to take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but on a happy note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ZHIXUAN GOT SAVED TODAY. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(our saintly brother-in-christ i'm so happy :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but i got really pissed today cause of the whole go-grandma's-place-for-dinner thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;seriously pissed off my gosh i actually railed along that little india road with stef trying to flag a cab for me and it got to a point tina broke her rule of no vulgarities cause she shouted F*CK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;but i'm sorry i did now cause i hate using it gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;next time, i'll count to 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cupid's day's 2 days away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and happy as (i thought) i'd be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;it's not making me any less grumpy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113975957066929252?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12380836.post-113930825480469562</id><published>2006-02-07T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:30:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damaged - forever (cheeseball)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;after 11 + 3 hours of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i do feel better.&lt;br /&gt;sans the sleep, being sick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss one-third, and i was actually quite excited about mr marner cause me and lynn actually did the tutorial last night.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm itching to do some work already, cause it really is TOO BORING la.&lt;br /&gt;really asked for it this time - knew i was coming down with something but still refused to see the doctor :dr. lim says i have to whisper if i want my voice back faster.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S DAMN SAD cause i don't like to whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113930825480469562?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113930825480469562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113930825480469562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113930825480469562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113930825480469562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/02/damaged-forever-cheeseball.html' title='damaged - forever (cheeseball)'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113871361675105651</id><published>2006-01-31T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:20:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"we have such surprising friends!" -din-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i think, i had the best birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it felt like a birthweek though, cause i had the most wonderful week of celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;on sunday night, i was complaining like a goose to my mom and sisters bout how boring/sian/hgeh/unhappening it is to be spending the last two hours of my 17th at home watching csi. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my mom just said," baobei you expect a surprise from your mother huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and i just gave her a Look.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then came 11 something and cheryl dragged me to the prata place cause she was "craving for teh tarik!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;then elin joined us and we drank/ate/talked till 1155 and so headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i was kinda huh-ed cause like, i thought i'd be counting down to jan 30th in a prata shop and that's like already :\ enough but then we were all already kinda high so yes, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i stepped in at 1159 and was so totally blur please i didn't even see the huge book and lightsticks on the floor until cheryl was like "hey look!" (-__- lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;turned out darling sweethearts stef and noosey came over (bah gah-ed with my mom and sisters since like how long ago) to surprise me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was a really good one cause i honestly honestly did not see it coming AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;super duper sweet i love the storybook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- the adventures of tina - :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was so amazing and pretty and just so wonderful cause the loves spent hours/days/weeks preparing it just for, ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;aiyo, i almost cried please but of course, there was the (AHEM) glam factor to consider since my sister was snapping pictures non-stop. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;me and noose made the concoction my sister and her friends made for us the night before at reunion dinner for stef and us and kam-pai-ed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;super happy time cause we took the cutest photos with the lightsticks, us and specs. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the day itself was pretty lovely too my relatives toasted me with champaign and many many well wishes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(though let me proclaim: the whole double angpow since its your bday theory is quite bull-ish.lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i went to meet maria, din and yann at night and there was this really sweet attempt to surprise me with a cake at swensons.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm so happy just to see them, even weiyann who's in sa too cause really, same school doesn't mean a thing la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you'd think we get to talk as and when but i don't remember a decent conversation in months please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we got to catch up abit together though that hour or two is definitely not enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i love the charm necklace din MADE (sweetie) and our photo the day of the flying skirt incident (LOL) and maria's many-kg-ed bottle of m&amp;ms!she separated them according to colours and they were so pretty la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just that blue was on top and so rendered me and din with, blue teeth/lips. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;after maria and yann left around 11 i think, me and din headed to the balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(i'm too lazy to type about the hilarious take with the pick-up man.ask me next time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;our drinks took an eternity to arrive please but we got nice windy seats and i had a really really great time chatting with din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh and i got checked! i cant believe secutrity thought i was some loser 16/17 year old trying to enter cause "it's so thrilling not to get caught!" sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;uh-huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anyway, we had an awesome time and i'm so glad that was how my jan 30th ended and merdin's 31st began. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the love and i left after one i think and we ended up walking for some time wondering how come the people in town didn't need their sleep cause we were both, kinda woozy already.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cabbed home and the last i remember before i konked, it was 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i guess, it's enough after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and after all that wanting and whining and yearning and blaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and all that crying and pretending and hurting;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm happier than i imagined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and better off than i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so to all that made me sucha happy 18 year old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THANKYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm happy enough to be forgiving even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so let go, and let live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- it's all, good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113871361675105651?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113871361675105651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113871361675105651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113871361675105651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113871361675105651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-have-such-surprising-friends-din.html' title='&quot;we have such surprising friends!&quot; -din-'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113843994911456555</id><published>2006-01-28T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:42:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'll never break your heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll never make you cry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd rather die than live without you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;honey lalalalalalalalalala."&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i loved my yday. (:&lt;br /&gt;i loved my whole week actually.&lt;br /&gt;wed was cross country - my last one, sadly, though i never thought i'd feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;had fun running with noosey and posing for the camera in sync, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;one third had billy bombers after and watched geisha.&lt;br /&gt;billy bomb-ing with them is such an experience, haha.&lt;br /&gt;we acted like we owned the place and sang along to the music like they were playing our cd.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for julie's retro party, man. (or poofy party, as jien likes it. lol)&lt;br /&gt;memoirs of a geisha's kinda draggy but i like.&lt;br /&gt;hatsumomo's so chio la! haha, i love gong li.&lt;br /&gt;we were quite noisy though, but really, put three noisy girls together (namely jien belle and tina) and viola! -&lt;br /&gt;animation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yday, official school lasted till THREE THIRTY.&lt;br /&gt;after the celebrations ended, i went to hit some with the juniors, the jaytwos and some seniors.&lt;br /&gt;i had a birthday song right up there in the courts and i think they were just, too sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i loved the cake it was so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;and i just stood there smiling at first cause i honestly didn't see the cake at first.&lt;br /&gt;the "lighted" candles were imagined but my wishes were all for real. (:&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOO.&lt;br /&gt;it was great seeing elsy, niq and xq though some ex saints that popped by i duno why make me wish damn hard seng won't be anywhere close when he's out of army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time was the party for me at jien's. :D&lt;br /&gt;they made me believe we were gonna watch VCDS and i felt horrible for skipping church to watch vcds, right. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but it was sucha sweet thing they did i love those darlings to the stars and back.&lt;br /&gt;i came in and they popped those party thingys and gave me a hat and started grooving to BSB just for, ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;(its all captured on video so go to lynn's blog for the photos and video links.)&lt;br /&gt;then we had a very romantic lamp-lit dinner in the garden and i felt like a princess please. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we kam-pai-ed! and made toasts and ate like mad man.&lt;br /&gt;my watermelon cake was the cutest thing ever and it was honestly yummy!&lt;br /&gt;so after digging my face in as instructed, lol, i ended up eating like ALOT of it.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i almost exploded.&lt;br /&gt;we took a million photos too and tried our best to replicate the renu jump but ended up in a bundle on the ground most of the time, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i was bestowed the HUGEST balloon bouquet and pretty flowers too.&lt;br /&gt;18, 18.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe i'll be 18 in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;we had the greatest time running to the middle of the huge 520m field and spinning and then taking photos with the balloons and then grooving to the likes of s-club and bardot and aqua etc.&lt;br /&gt;but what made me so happy was the company. (cliche as it sounds, cliche-er the way i say its cliche.)&lt;br /&gt;and how we all may come from really different backgrounds/schools/whatever,&lt;br /&gt;we're unstoppable together.&lt;br /&gt;we sing and dance knowing its okay to be embarrassing;&lt;br /&gt;we laugh and roll knowing we've got (each others) company;&lt;br /&gt;we even tease and poke fun at one another knowing its okay cause we love each other above it all.&lt;br /&gt;i love (is there a better word than love?) one third so much, i think i might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really grateful to the whole clique, and thank you jien so much for the house. it was as good as you promised. :D&lt;br /&gt;i just a little sad cause it's the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone knows you'll never get another smashing birthday the (girls) school way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno why i'm so happy its not even my real birthday yet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe this'll explain it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jien when i said i did expect vcds)&lt;br /&gt;"Tina, we would never do that to you."&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113843994911456555?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113843994911456555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113843994911456555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113843994911456555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113843994911456555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/ill-never-break-your-heart-ill-never.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113781054383377912</id><published>2006-01-21T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:29:03.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in a span of a week (or so),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've cried very hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've laughed really hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've played really hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and studied (or rather did homework) quite hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's estee darling's birthday tmrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and just in case i don't come online again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;estee de-lonelied my first 3 mths in sa and she always always listened and encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it all sounds kinda lacklustre-ish and dull,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but really, without her things would have been quite horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i was just thinking and the whole thing about feeling mediocre and inadequate blah blah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i think, just maybe, i'm just too caught up with the million 'i-have-to s' that i believe is what i need to be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;to realise that i actually, am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i mean, who gets great friends like me, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i have the whole one-third to clown around with, prey on jayones with, throw dirty jaytwo looks with, laugh/shout/sing/attempt to sing with - we get so high, so lame together its unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and then there's lynn, who lets me embarrass her (only she pretends she doesn't know me half the time), gives me super sound advice and we practically sleep (on buses/trains/class) in sync.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and of course jien, who makes me laugh, and gives me hugs, and holds my hand. i want to marry her la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then i have the tennissers, who just make me wanna stay in jaycee forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the people are great, even (most of) the juniors are potential good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but of course i have special mention for stef and noose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the former being the hyper bestie who always seems to share the same moody days as me, and my special days are always shared with her, like christmas, like new year. thats how special she is to me though i never seem to show that she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;noosey's my partner in practically everything. we shop/cry/distress/sing/dance/laugh at the same things and of course, we're inseparable on court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then there's my mom and my dad, and my sisters, who love me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my eldest sister walked for hours in hk last sat just to find a pair of shoes i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cheryl got me the gold stuff (i cant say yet) i wanted for my 18th just cause she knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and my mom just gives me everything she can cause i'm her 'baobei'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've given up on all the crushes i've had who broke my puny heart unknowingly cause guess what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i don't need shit this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and if having a manic desire to do homework makes me a crazy mugger toad, then by all means, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;label me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i thought i had a thing going for losing weight/looking hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but whatever, i've looked like this all my life and that hasn't stopped me from being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's been too long, too harsh, being hard on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've searched too long, too hard to be happy i don't realise i don't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i know God is for me, and that really simplifies my A-Z worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i thought i'd give a tribute on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but heck timing, heck special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'm gonna be 18 in 9days and i'll have maria and merdin with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and i'm gonna meet elsy in like, two hours, and yeah she's special too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so it's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've got enough homework to busy me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i've got enough friends/family to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that plus God. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my weekends are complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113781054383377912?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113781054383377912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113781054383377912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113781054383377912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113781054383377912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-span-of-week-or-so-ive-cried-very.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113707147282629814</id><published>2006-01-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:11:12.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i've got this love/hate relationship going on with the rain, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;its such a drag, especially on training days;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but its just too darn good to sleep in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyway, school ended at 1045 for some of us today and it felt so good to just sit aound in the caf DOING WORK (or trying to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wasn't that productive but its a start la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyway, as i was saying - the RAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;training in it's fun until your grip gets so wet it gets flung out of your hands everytime you try to swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then i'll feel so sayang cause nadal just keeps getting more scratches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME: nadal (the real one) withdrew from aussie open already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i am damn sad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;men's tennis (besides feddie) has lost all meaning now ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yday after training, we played some beam game and i just had to fall before the game even started. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;now both my shins are orhchehs-ridden cause one has a huge orh bah kak (from the fall) and the other just has multiple bruises from serving into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i thought i fell cause i just, did; but zhixuan said he made me lose my balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lol, and i didn't even remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pe today was quite fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i'm so happy cause i'm not longer taf-ed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;all thanks to jien's one less hello panda, more fruit, and "drink water!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyway, its been (more than) 10 hrs since peeyee and i still don't feel like bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's so cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lynn's aghast though she just messaged me to 'PLEASE BATHE!' hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okay, i better go (bathe ): ) cause vincent's coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TGIF tmrw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113707147282629814?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113707147282629814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113707147282629814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113707147282629814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113707147282629814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-got-this-lovehate-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113690634161726005</id><published>2006-01-10T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:19:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i left my phone in a taxi on monday morning and was on the phone with the uncle 15minutes after i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but its more than 40 hours later and i still don't have it back, la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its not like i can't live with the liberation but its FORTY HOURS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hari raya holiday today and i woke at 430 to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i duno why but i was itching (like mad) la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then i went back to sleep and had a frantic morning trying to look for everyone's numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;noose and steffie came over and after lunch, we ravaged magazines and then watched stairway to heaven. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I LOVE CEH SONG JOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lol i got them addicted too they wanna come over for an episode after school/before trng tmrw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and just like that, (four hours of stairway later), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hari raya came and went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, while checking out her world just now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i found some recommendations of budding/young hair stylists that look pretty okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there's this guy who does fuss-free spikey-dos and shoulder hair really well and only charges 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;think thats kinda decent if these people are as good as the claims are, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i feel like trying it out just that doris always beckons everytime i think of getting a cut. : \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WHAT TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i better get it asap cause if i go back to doris and have to pay extra for cny, i duno whether to laugh or cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay now i'm going to go think of merdin's 18th present (again). (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113690634161726005?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113690634161726005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113690634161726005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113690634161726005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113690634161726005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-left-my-phone-in-taxi-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113673606714513151</id><published>2006-01-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:01:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after a five day hiatus, i'm back with a vengence. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my first week of school was mediocre, just like how i'm feeling about my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've been talking to jien for about 6 hours in the last 24, which makes it a quarter of my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we laughed three quarters of it away, the remaining was spent on serious business. (REALLY LA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the exchanges of embarrassing stories shall remain secret, but some things, i feel indignant for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i think, i am glad to be alot more mature from when i was fourteen, both for my sake, and someone else's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;under similar circunstances i did so many irrational scary things in my quest for revenge (which sounds like a really stupid word now) that now, i don't even think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;good for me, good for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it didn't take me a whole year to realise what a wastrel i'm turning into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what was meant to be a good break, i found out was too much time to think, too much time to bother, too much time to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in case i sound like some loser who thinks she's too good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;let me say, 'perfectionist' isn't good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;perfectionists are anal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but perfectionist i have been told, i am;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and anal as we all are, i not-so-secretly thrive on being one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do you know what it's like to be in control?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do you know what it's like to sleep 2 hrs every night but wake up happy cause you know you've not wasted any time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do you know what it's like to walk down an empty corridor and feel like an important person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;do you know what it feels like to make it good and have it all going for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but now i've lost it, and i'm going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i ended my year thinking: 2 's' papers, gp differentiated, 4 As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now i'm started a new one with: 0 's' papers, (maybe/maybe not) gp differentiated, 3 As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and in spite of loving the people i got to know here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there are too many regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't want to have time to watch vcds all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't want to have time to think about what should i wear on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't want to have time to chat all day long cause i don't friggin shit want to be a loafer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's all good but, all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and now i feel like a total idiot cause i know there are things i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i don't, i don't seek anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and that just makes me feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i threw my life into people, and i got nothing out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- sans the few heartbangs i still hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wanted so much more out of everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i gave things up, or i never dared to face them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;its not okay, even if we sometimes say it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when i try, and i fail, i get depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- i can't put a word to how i feel now though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cause i didn't even try, so i definitely failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's seven days into oh six and i need to get my act together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when i do, you'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113630135913356115</id><published>2006-01-03T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:15:59.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malan-sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;today, we went back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we are officially sajc @ WOODSVILLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i prefer malan road though. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this place is (almost) spankingly done up and new, with fresh paint and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but new and pretty's just, not all i'm hankering after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there's no, warmth, or familiarity, or the people i'm used to/want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm excited, and i'm hyped about our brand new gorgeous courts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but whats the use of marking them but it all just feels, kinda cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its stupid, but - i like courts with holes in their fencing more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, got our homerooms and i kinda like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;everything looks pretty good, even the toilets - just that they're so wet we don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and today we took ht/wt and i am ONE KG overweight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;save me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is so going down pronto onto my 2006 resolution list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;jien said today, "how can we save the world (other people), when we cant even save ourselves?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its just that the more special you become, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the more careful i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113630135913356115?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113630135913356115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113630135913356115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113630135913356115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113630135913356115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/malan-sick.html' title='malan-sick.'/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113614161278728366</id><published>2006-01-02T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:53:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it's horrible cause money no enough's "qian x4 bu gou yong" s ringing in my ears since 24 hours ago, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i've got a million things to say today but i'm not sure i'll end up doing so in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;just, let me begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;firstly, lemme say HAPPY 17th JULIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;she's sucha dear, that ma tong mei mei of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i foresee a fantastic year ahead with the one thirders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;fish &amp; co. was good i must say, though not so much the food, but the company and the music, and the whooping, and the shouts of laughter. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sometimes i wonder if i've got ancestors up in some babaric tribes cause i laugh too loud, gesture too much, sit any way i want to and talk like its okay to be rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;but whatever the case, its the new year already so maybe its time for change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(though i'm not sure i ever liked change much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ANYWAY, i hope the darling had a good birthday cause she's sucha sweetheart and sweethearts deserve great birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;before that was time with cheryl, jols, manda and net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;HAPPY 17th CHERRIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i hope she liked her bright pink roses they're so beauty and the beast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(just for the record, this all happened on the 30th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;had ding tai fung for cherries bday lunch, and i love the easy banter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;manda has the wierdest tastes though, we all just kept laughing at the silly the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ate/talked/shopped/laughed - really, you'd never guess we were doing exactly the same things one year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;left the darlings in the evening for julie's bday dinner and i was supposed to stall julie at SPOTLIGHT for time. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'm usually really bad at such things but hoho, we ended up shopping overtime at nike cause meimei wanted to get her pretty green bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;after glass housing, we trouped over to ps and walked abit before our mini photo spree :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and though this doesn't fit in somehow, i must say this before i forget: jien's my ken and i'm her barbie (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;omg there's this sweet song playing on the radio now&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;damn cheesy though.&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall dedicate it to you&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;' i want to change the world, only for you.'&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;AWW (:&lt;br /&gt;mrs. rafael nadal. she's your best bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW!! dats so sweet KEN!&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! only for you, BARBIE.&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;the difference between shooting stars and satellites says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds so wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;after i left one third, it was time with the tennissers. :D too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sat around at cartel for the longest time and we clowned around like sillies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;got to gossip a little with elsie and forced jason's secret long-time crush outta him. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;happy so see so many of us just sitting around, having our private/group conversations, as though all that matters at that moment is all that happens then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;we relocated to esplanade later and the bobbing ball-like floats that reflected the pretty shifting spotlights were so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i liked the steps near the merlion more though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it was really cooling and i got to have a good talk with jason for the first time since he got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it was a, serious/candid conversation and i'm so glad i got to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i wished there was more i could do though, cause really, saying 'i understand' doesn't take the pain away, nor does it make me truly feel the same as him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i was so ready, and so sure i was gonna do up a whole entry just about him and the things we did the few days i got to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;but now i think i'll just do a private chronical cause it doesn't feel that right to share anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;we actually headed to glutton square around 1 (i think) for supper but i was so tired i couldn't even be bothered to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;when i finally hauled myself into a cab, i just slept all the way till the nice uncle took me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;washed-up, messaged, slept, and somehow -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it was the last day of the year already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;woke up to write a letter to jason before going to town for shopping with elsy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;for the first time, she was later than me. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;went to far east to shop for 'exciting' clothes. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i got a top (which i eventually changed into after we got caught in the rain) and a bag (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;somehow, i managed to dispose of my 300 dollars really quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ah well, its the new year's resolution that's 'save money' so if i didn't do it on the 31st, when else could i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it rained madness in the afternoon so we were stranded at paragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ended up talking at a corner and i duno why, we never run out of things to say. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;she's so easy to talk to, and i know i can be totally honest and silly and she'll not judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;that's all we need in our friends sometimes, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;we met stef for dinner close to seven and i got to see my chiobu today too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;havent seen her since i cant remember when and she's as sweet as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;anyway, dinner was so fun la we had a slurping competition and stef was the champion cause she spat her noodles out so damn loudly! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;then it was time for the airport, to send jason off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;its so inexplicable, really, how i felt no overwhelming need to cry, nor any dull sadness i prepared myself to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it felt kinda bleak, kinda scary though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i cant even place an adjective to my feelings, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;it was just a kind of dullness that settled, or maybe it was a kind of acceptance already;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;that it can all be a good thing so why take it any other way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;most of us trouped over to the esplanade (or at least nearby) to catch some fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;honestly, i think fireworks (though extremely beautiful) are much too sad a thing(s) to be used during celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i don't know what it possibly symbolises but right then when i experienced it, the first thought that came to mind was: beautiful things don't last and how is it that if all we ask for is that one moment of glory, even the falling sparks are out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;after a miserable countdown (or the lack thereof) we went over to stef's for a potential pig-out session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;here's where money no enough comes in cause the song was the last thing i heard before yours truly konked out at stef's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;had an impromtu sleepover at the darling's place where i slept/heard toads/talked to winnie/dreamt/messaged/talk to my mom/walked/got devoured/got kicked, ignored, snored at all in one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and since it's like, my first hours of 2006, it gives me the feeling that the rest of the year will be super eventful. (yay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;we woke and frolicked in couch for two hours, moaning and taking photos. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;without a conscious acknowledgement, it's goodbye to 2005 and hello oh six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i intended to summarize my year in this entry but right now, i'm bushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;so lets take a nap, aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113614161278728366?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113614161278728366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113614161278728366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113614161278728366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113614161278728366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-horrible-cause-money-no-enoughs.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113578223017193115</id><published>2005-12-28T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:34:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS CAME! (and went ): )&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i didn't feel all christmasy this year,&lt;br /&gt;but i was happy - and dats what matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;(tis the season to be jolly - check.)&lt;br /&gt;i felt good this year, cause i gave.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not usually this extravagant, what with the tedious making/shopping for presents and materials.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be a cards-only girl.&lt;br /&gt;but cause i gave, i spent, i made - i'm happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve i spent the entire morning/afternoon sobbing over my oom bah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;that in turn made me rush for my family party and so, i forgot my darn phone.&lt;br /&gt;bad habit you know, i'm ALWAYS leaving it behind. -_-&lt;br /&gt;dinner and games and gift exchanges were fun as usual though i got damn fannoyed by my aunty who kept being finniky and childish about the decor/me leaving early.&lt;br /&gt;like, wth.&lt;br /&gt;say your peace or hold thy breathe please - its christmas eve and sarcasm should take leave.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i left just after 10 cause i had to tong pang the presents at home and grab that phone.&lt;br /&gt;rushed off to the airport after meeting stef and noosey and were JUST in time. :D&lt;br /&gt;jason saw us like 10 seconds after he got out of the gates and we were screaming/jumping/singing/prancing like we lost our minds, aye.&lt;br /&gt;the whole airport could have been throwing us dirty looks but really, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;we were just so damn happy and excited to see jason!&lt;br /&gt;we hogged him a little then he went off with his other friends.&lt;br /&gt;noosey stef and i ate abit then cabbed back to mackenzie.&lt;br /&gt;her popo's just the cutest la.&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a pillow in the middle of the night so i could sleep better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas day itself was hectic too.&lt;br /&gt;went church (barely awake) and then towned with sheeni and stef.&lt;br /&gt;shopped a little, ate a little, shopped some more, and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;it was merdin/maria time christmas night. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;merdin's hair's so pretty! and the sweethearts just always help me keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to chill at liquid kitchen (sucha HAHA name) but din had to leave early so me and maria caught up at the busstop instead. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;we were confiding and just talking about everything and nothing and somehow, it was one already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;got home, teevee-ed and then slept -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FOR THERE WAS MORE OOM BAH TO WATCH ON BOXING DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so now i'm ALMOST done with stairway to heaven (gonna watch the remaining hour and half in just about 5 mins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and now, i wanna marry him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i even painted my nails at the face shop just so i could get a piece of kwan sang woo (or however you spell his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that reminds me of lunch and shopping with daphne yday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;also another :D :D day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;had marches (where we bumped into so many people, like michelle tang who's so cute la, lol) and really, you'd never guess we meet once a year from the kinda conversations we were having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;we made sucha din everywhere we went cause the talking was incessant and so was the laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the darling's sucha dear i cant believe its been 11 years already and she's moving from a few streets away to many more busstops away soon and though we don't go home together anymore, its quite sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i think i'm gonna snail mail her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aye i think i will cause old friends and old methods just help the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;symbolic move today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;embarrassed lynn like mad cause i pulled her to run along with me behind the runners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;got to talk some with yann today and i feel for her aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;then it was lunch at white tangerine with darling lynn (we wanted to broadway already/try the dao huay but we must ask Linda first, LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and then MARY POPPINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i think i'd like the show alot better if i wasn't so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it's lynn's living room i bet cause i always feel sleepy there! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but the songs were addictive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i cant remember the kite song anymore but 'a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down' keeps ringing in my ears. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;like the other day when we watch heffalump and beauty and the beast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the songs were just so wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;now we have a whole long list to watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i havent written much bout jason yet cause there's just so much to write and oom bah's waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but i'll have a loong one all about him soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and that'll be one bittersweet entry i'm not sure i'm looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113578223017193115?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113578223017193115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113578223017193115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113578223017193115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113578223017193115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-came-and-went-so_113578223017193115.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113536108193305090</id><published>2005-12-24T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:05:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;it's christmas eve's eve :D&lt;br /&gt;i've given away most of my presents and i've got enough to boast about.&lt;br /&gt;i like the cards more though, cause i cant peek at the presents before midnight tmrw but the cards i get to read!&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's nice and all love in christmas cards so they satiate my need to rip the wrappings off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainings were super tiring this week so today, we kinda had a slack session.&lt;br /&gt;my thighs are aching madness and i still owe 340 push-ups. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;PTC aka Pass The Coach is so fun cause pradeep's always making us, "expect the unexpected." haha.&lt;br /&gt;i keep whacking my left leg when i serve though - ORH CHEHS galore please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;glad that i went for service today (though the pastor was way too cheong hay nearing the end)&lt;br /&gt;the music and dances were pretty good though i was kinda disappointed we didn't get to sing many carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, stairway to heaven's my current korean fetish!&lt;br /&gt;cheng jun omm-bah's like the hottest!&lt;br /&gt;he's my nadal from korea for sure (though actually i'm still considering won bin.LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;i told manda he can be my second husband and she said prolly my tenth already, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason's coming back tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;midnight, fanclub, midnight.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113536108193305090?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113536108193305090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113536108193305090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113536108193305090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113536108193305090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-eves-eve-d-ive-given.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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-12380836.post-113509419924270434</id><published>2005-12-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:56:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i love zed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;do you love zed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no, you don't KNOW zed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but some of you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and if you're one of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I BETCHA LOVE ZED TO DEATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;FUNKA was a hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(though i wished more people turned up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but still, SIXTEEN(outta 24)'s not too bad right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;food was great, courtesy of des, nellie, jo, JIEN AND ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LOL. jien and i have proven ourselves de-klutzed cause not only did we spread garlic butter on the bread, WE MAKE A WICKED CORDIAL TOO! (i am so showing my skills off at the next party :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don't ask what we put in the cordial though, and don't ask how we handled the ice either. (trust me, you REALLY don't wanna know.hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;food was great (just to re-emphasize) and company was love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;zedders are sucha family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and everyones' become so hot, and still the same around each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lindsay my girl we are going swimming asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we need to (tan and) TALK pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;she was telling me and jien about her crazy 14km-jogs/day for MORE THAN A MONTH that crazy girl she lost so much weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;aye, she's got the determination i lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyway, i am so tired but really happy to see (almost) everyone so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(and jien my favourite kitchen klutz, i tried the tootsie roll and i love it! but you over Tootsie anytime, okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyway, i got really happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i don't mean to sound over-zealous whatsoever but really, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i am REALLY grateful to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He has put lovely people into my life, and His miracles are beyond my comprehension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i am but one, yet He takes time to place little miracles in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the other day in church, i gave more tidings in a night than i've ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i was already quite broke then cause as you already know, CHRISTMAS takes money away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so i prayed and -praise Him- am now a few times richer than 3 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THANK YOU FATHER. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12380836-113509419924270434?l=check-vanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/113509419924270434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12380836&amp;postID=113509419924270434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113509419924270434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12380836/posts/default/113509419924270434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://check-vanilla.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-zed.html' title=''/><author><name>yesterday's love letters.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184954362585703428</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>
