<?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-4718113164748864753</id><updated>2011-08-06T02:05:34.313+08:00</updated><category term='VB camp..~ 19 more days~'/><title type='text'>XUAN.XUAN.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-2355949918406333747</id><published>2010-11-06T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:32:29.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TNVKvo-TdmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pwKMQLQwwRs/s1600/better+world.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536413499234940514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TNVKvo-TdmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pwKMQLQwwRs/s320/better+world.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyy. Yeah . I'm back, after a long long break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long while since I last blogged, but I've been kind of lazy and a lot of things have happened lately. My chinese -- failed and there's like, a lot of homework to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up till now, I've completed all the news but the other homework, HEAVEN NOPE ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA @ SPANS was truly awesome :D We got the whole court to ourselves, which is situated next to a gym, and with speakers that play AWESOME music. :DD WHEE ~ Maybe it's not bad afterall. And after each training, &lt;s&gt;all of us&lt;/s&gt; most of us, went to eat lunch. LOL! The last time, we spent like, 1.5h in the toilet. Hehh -- the steam bath :&gt; Got CCA on Monday soon. Washed my kneepads, spent like freaking long. Ughh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday need to return to school for the shaonianwenzhai stuff. Total waste of time. But it's compulsory. Oh wells. One week has passed and I've not done any work at all. How awesome is that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep spammin fb homepage, DARRENTAN stop doing all those idiotic quizzes and spamming my homepage. RAWRR . Long time no maple.. Stuff going on b/w all of us, it's going sour and that kind of suck. Yeahh . Sighh, wonder if it'll get better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A better tomorrow . xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2355949918406333747?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2355949918406333747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2355949918406333747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2355949918406333747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2355949918406333747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/back.html' title='Back .'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TNVKvo-TdmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pwKMQLQwwRs/s72-c/better+world.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-3772412944245780851</id><published>2010-10-09T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:57:56.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop rolling down..</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I feel so tired. So tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, feel like I can make it, yet I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? All I'm allowed to do is revise, can't go out, can't do whatever crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only maths, and im supposed to revise. Hello. Maths. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's thinking of where to go out. But now, I'm like only left with the choices revising. After exams I can't even go out to Safra. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sux. AND JUST STUPIDLY STOP ROLLING DOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-3772412944245780851?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3772412944245780851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=3772412944245780851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3772412944245780851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3772412944245780851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/stop-rolling-down.html' title='Stop rolling down..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1120434566059507099</id><published>2010-10-03T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:25:55.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Oh . My . God .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels terrible. To be in this situation, where you just feel so hopeless, like. everything is just coming down at you and there's not place for you to hide at all. Time is running out, things are still not prepared, and .. you are not there. It just feels like this, like we, all of us together, are not supportive and I am just left standing there, while all of you face your life. Trying very hard to do all I can, but it just seems impossible. Where's hope when I need it? Where's my mugging-ness when I need it? And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all of you when I need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just feel like an empty shell, a body that is souless, a soul that went somewhere far far away.. A soul that I can't find. A feeling that I can't get back. A life that I'm losing. I don't know how to get out of this situation I got for myself. I promised myself I would do all I could. That I will do my very best. And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke that promise to myself. I did my best, but, I did not do all I could. Time is just rushing by me, without giving me any chance to blink. Not even once. I'm still trying my best.. But I can feel it. Losing. Giving up. Feeling hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to that special you. For what happened. Really sorry, I don't mean it. Don't mean it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1120434566059507099?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1120434566059507099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1120434566059507099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1120434566059507099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1120434566059507099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1405747962542662282</id><published>2010-09-16T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:30:10.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalala</title><content type='html'>LALALALALALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS! Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be lazy to do the letters thing. :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm OKAY! WHEEE! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! =D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;泰迪熊 &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1405747962542662282?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1405747962542662282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1405747962542662282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1405747962542662282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1405747962542662282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/lalalalalala.html' title='lalalalalala'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5823512478564014263</id><published>2010-09-15T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:46:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you chose to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TJDONqpvzDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YLpbR3eRGqM/s1600/let+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517136277711866930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TJDONqpvzDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YLpbR3eRGqM/s320/let+go.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TJDONdsI1rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hgvhF7LBZ0E/s1600/let+go..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 52px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517136274232235698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TJDONdsI1rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hgvhF7LBZ0E/s320/let+go..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are the one who chose to let me go. Yes you. Now, you are like.. ignoring me or what. You know what? You used to be a nice person, a fun person. But now, nahh. It changed. We don't talk at all. Not at all. Not even when we meet. I'm still like trying to figure out what happened and stuff. I don't know what went wrong you know. I really don't know. I don't even know if the problem lies in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why you're so upset when I forgot about something for one day. And for the whole day we don't talk except for the thing you're upset with. It's making me feel bad. Now. I don't trust anyone. I just play and mix around, never treating ppl seriously. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I have nth left in school. I don't really have a fixed or rather trustable friend I can talk to now about what my troubles are. Because. I know that they will reach you somehow. I tried doing my best in my studies, mugging here and there. But it's sad. Look at how much that decreased. From 200++ to only 100+ in a week. Why, cos I don't have a friend I keep talking to. People are forever surrounding you, you don't know how I feel. This, I can bet 100%. When you're feeling low. Come on, don't be such a -bee- and look around you. See how many people ask if you're okay. There's a lot. You probably don't get how I feel. But whatever. I don't give a damn anymore. If you don't care, why should I man? Waste of time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;泰迪熊 ♥ Right now. I'm just an empty shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5823512478564014263?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5823512478564014263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5823512478564014263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5823512478564014263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5823512478564014263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-chose-to-let-go.html' title='you chose to let go.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TJDONqpvzDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YLpbR3eRGqM/s72-c/let+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-8218855013356381175</id><published>2010-09-09T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:00:10.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed ; failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Tan Bao Xuan is depressed and is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Imma failure. After don't know how many days of trying to complete my homework, I am still left with ten. See, stupidly ten. I can seriously knock my head on the wall and die. SInce I come to secondary school, I seem to have become more lazy. It's getting harder and harder for me to complete homeworks, it's as if everything is done last minute. That's how much I change. And now what, I can't even enjoy my holidays properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not like those people, who complete their homework stupidly fast, like WeiShan, completed on Tuesday. I used to call them siao. But now, thinking of it. They aren't siao. They just want to enjoy the one week holiday and not spend the ays emo-ing like me now. I am such a failure. Wanting to complete all my homework, but not having enough concentration to complete them. That's the new BaoXuan now.. -- A failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even he says so. He even says it's expected. Guess it is really expected. Today mugging, didn't even complete one homework after 6 hours. That's 200% failure. 6 hours and not even one homework done. That's sad to know.. Sad fact, but it's a fact that cannot be changed. 6 hours wasted. Disappointed with myself. Now it's getting harder. Harder for me to get over. This is the first time I am so disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right. I am lazy. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8218855013356381175?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8218855013356381175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8218855013356381175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8218855013356381175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8218855013356381175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/depressed-failure.html' title='depressed ; failure'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6809807980312580146</id><published>2010-08-31T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:13:11.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day twentyfour -- person that gave me favourite memory</title><content type='html'>Favourite memory : Idk. Maybe it Germanehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Ng and Ms Yap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sometime ago, we were still in midst of preparing for the NWSP. Both of you are trying your best to help us. Giving us ideas on what we can work on, specially looking for reports and printin them out for us to read and get extra info and inspiration from there. All these require hard work. Really hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your help, we may not be able to win the competition. And this leads to us unable to go to Germany. Seriously, you guys earn the biggest credit. You all still have to teach in school, and yet, you find time to help us with our presentation, giving us tips on how we can do better. You also help with the posters on the board, giving us guidelines on how to carry out the whole experiment, so that this whole experiment will not be like you guys doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thus able to go to Germany, to learn about their life there and stuff. But overall, I guess we had more fun. It's a really rare opportunity for the 5 of us to go on a holiday trip alone. And at night we can go wherever we want. This is really rare, and the credits go to the both of you. Thank you, and may you have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--BaoXuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Phew.. Finally finished all my letters. Not really nice day in school, as in no one high derhh, and felt leftout and stuff. But awesome time at ups. :D Ate lunch. Went school, so cool, looking at the scenes, thinking about what it used to be. Then talking to the teachers. Talking to Mr Ken Lee is the most fun. LAWLS! Is damn epic can? Then went playground. ChatChat, sitsit. Went lotone with jing, bought bubbletea. ;D Then wait for Tammy. She came with trevina~ LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trevina super cute larhs. Then she know Pooneh today. And their conversation super far-ni. Can't stop laughing. LOL! Next time go out must ask the two of them come along. Then laugh laugh. =D Then go Tammy there play swing, sing sing. Watch ppl play vb. AND AT YOUNG AGE SOMEMORE LEYY! Got potential. Hahahx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kay, tired liao. Byebye. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you've read the previous posts, don't bother calling. Cause it's like a long long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6809807980312580146?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6809807980312580146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6809807980312580146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6809807980312580146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6809807980312580146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twentyfour-person-that-gave-me.html' title='day twentyfour -- person that gave me favourite memory'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6527961967226284169</id><published>2010-08-31T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:54:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30 -- day twentythree -- last person I kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TH0JC_3HFoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5id5xjkt2l0/s1600/hearts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511571466078328450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TH0JC_3HFoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5id5xjkt2l0/s320/hearts.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm.. Actually, I don't really kiss people you know, not even my parents. Yeah. I think only those ang-moh family kiss. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DooDoo&lt;/span&gt; counted? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DooDoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeapps. Always kiss you goodnight derhh. Hehehx, cause mainly is you are my one and only soft toy. So kinda like treasure you more. :D Then at night can 'talk' to you also. Like, share my troubles, so they don't stay bottled up in my chest and i kana tio depresson and stuff. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So. I love to like, pretend that things/people are still alive, then like, talk to them as if they really can talk. Im not siaozharbor. So, DooDoo! You are so squishy~ So soft, so nice to huuuuug~ IHEARTYOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEARTS♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BAOXUAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6527961967226284169?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6527961967226284169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6527961967226284169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6527961967226284169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6527961967226284169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-30-day-twentythree-last-person-i.html' title='August 30 -- day twentythree -- last person I kiss'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TH0JC_3HFoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5id5xjkt2l0/s72-c/hearts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-2725974253026131548</id><published>2010-08-31T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:45:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 29 -- day twentytwo -- Someone I want to give a second chance to</title><content type='html'>I always give chances to people. Not the type of person who bear grudges. So, if next time got someone do anything wrong, then I haven forgive and then remember about this letter then write. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. In the mean time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h9&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;HAPPY WAITING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h9&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2725974253026131548?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2725974253026131548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2725974253026131548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2725974253026131548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2725974253026131548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-29-day-twentytwo-someone-i-want.html' title='August 29 -- day twentytwo -- Someone I want to give a second chance to'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2788055731516930267</id><published>2010-08-31T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:41:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 28 -- day twentyone -- Someone I judged by first impression</title><content type='html'>Ehhhh Actually hor. I got judge by impression de larhs. But then later on know them, become friends and stuff, first impression disappeared. Im never correct with first impression ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, SKIP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2788055731516930267?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2788055731516930267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2788055731516930267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2788055731516930267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2788055731516930267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-28-day-twentyone-someone-i.html' title='August 28 -- day twentyone -- Someone I judged by first impression'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7722661954700947836</id><published>2010-08-31T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:36:42.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 27 -- day twenty -- person who broke my heart the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we have been going to separate ways, we have moved out of each other's life bit by bit unknowingly. I tried to salvage this situation and yeah, kinda heartbroken that we're not as close as before. It's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sad. Anyway, a couple of gatherings did the job, so guess we're back to normal uhh. Kays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7722661954700947836?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7722661954700947836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7722661954700947836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7722661954700947836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7722661954700947836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-27-day-twenty-person-who-broke.html' title='August 27 -- day twenty -- person who broke my heart the hardest'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8704696166909578888</id><published>2010-08-31T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:28:08.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 26 -- day nighteen -- someone who pesters my mind.</title><content type='html'>Mainly is them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always pester my mind, in a bad way. You kinda make me think that I suck lorh. Ever since I came to Rv, I have been like, trying to be optimistic, trying to tell myself that nothing is happening; trying to persuade myself that it's all gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see how gullible I am. And I'm still trying to believe that it'll all end out okay. Hopefully it will. From how you always treat me, i have been having doubts about my own attitude, my skills and my character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh shall stop here. Or will be super negative. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baoxuan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8704696166909578888?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8704696166909578888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8704696166909578888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8704696166909578888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8704696166909578888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-26-day-nighteen-someone-who.html' title='August 26 -- day nighteen -- someone who pesters my mind.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4710163846884258155</id><published>2010-08-31T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:23:15.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 25 -- day eighteen -- the person I wish I could be</title><content type='html'>Eh. Idk who I wanna be siaaa, think in the end still be myself better. But still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You. Tammy. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE YOU, if it's a must to choose other people. Whyy ley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CAUSE YOUR EYES ARE GOD DAMN BIG!&lt;br /&gt;   My parents keep saying my eyes veh small ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR EYELASHES ARE SOOOO LONG, MAKING YOUR EYES LOOK SO DARK!&lt;br /&gt;   My eyelashes damn short can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR TEETH IS LIKE, NICE LORHH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PHOTOGENIC~~&lt;br /&gt;   I hate looking at my own photo albums. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOU ARE SO CUTE! AWWWWW, CUTIEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. See.. JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles Strong Is No Happiness One. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Xuan. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4710163846884258155?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4710163846884258155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4710163846884258155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4710163846884258155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4710163846884258155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-25-day-eighteen-person-i-wish-i.html' title='August 25 -- day eighteen -- the person I wish I could be'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4262846795648380010</id><published>2010-08-31T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:15:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 24 -- day seventeen -- someone from my childhood</title><content type='html'>Eh ? Who's from my childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hiie Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Belle, you. I not sure if you remember me larhs. Anyways, we were in the same kindergarten, same class as Joanne. You have those red red cheeks!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cheeks are those that have red red lines on them, so it's like, i don't know. but I always thought that they look so much like lightning, then will kinda stare at them. LOLX! Im not a stalker. :] Your hair also short short derhh, curly curly. :D If I never remember wrongly, you got tie right? Or is it sometimes see you going to school with tied hair. Aiyah. Whateva uhh, still the same. I tell you hor, at that time right. YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister also very cute, LOL! Though I still scared of her. I still recall, when we were young, I mean when we were still in kindergarten, got once your mumma and sistah came to fetch you. Then cause at that time I was best friend with you, Joanne and a guy I forget his name, but then his face long long derhh, as in rectangle. Then YOUR SISTAHHH CAME TO HIT MEEE! PAIN LIKE SHIT LORHH! Okay, hope you are coping well in your school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ME!&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4262846795648380010?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4262846795648380010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4262846795648380010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4262846795648380010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4262846795648380010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-24-day-seventeen-someone-from-my.html' title='August 24 -- day seventeen -- someone from my childhood'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5214734713720105374</id><published>2010-08-31T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:06:01.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 23 -- day sixteen -- someone that's not in my country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz-L7XN5lI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M4iWrtSvs74/s1600/awesome.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz-L7XN5lI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M4iWrtSvs74/s320/awesome.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511559524861732434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heeeeeeeeeeey Karyn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it in Germany? Good? In Singapore, it's super ultra super duper hot. (: The other time I chatted with you on msn, you said you got 2hrs off sch due to the hot weather. Any other school off days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong, your exams are coming too right? Nevermind if I'm wrong. Hehehx. I remember the other time in Germany, the clouds are very low. ILOVETHEGASSYDRINKS! YAY! Your country is so cool, even apple juice is gassy. And also, at that time, we were in primary school, so we are not like, hyper or stuff. Then your school, the people are like, there's no line between genders, like how my school is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I recall the first time I chatted with you on msn, the display picture is a picture of you. Then after that, you changed it to a picture of you and you boyfriend. Hehehx. So, how are things between you two? Hope it's all fine uhh~ :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, byebye Karyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THE 5 OF US WILL VISIT YOU SOMETIME~ -- ME, JING WEN, RAELYNN, YU JIA, TAMMY. --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5214734713720105374?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5214734713720105374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5214734713720105374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5214734713720105374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5214734713720105374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-23-day-sixteen-someone-thats-not.html' title='August 23 -- day sixteen -- someone that&apos;s not in my country'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz-L7XN5lI/AAAAAAAAAFs/M4iWrtSvs74/s72-c/awesome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-5753950429423051492</id><published>2010-08-31T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:50:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 22 -- day fifteen -- the person I miss the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz6k7E9w8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/djEggMLaRvU/s1600/imyou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz6k7E9w8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/djEggMLaRvU/s320/imyou.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511555556235396034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello 'GeeGee'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get what that means, then good for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to teach me a lot. And now still is, trying to explain to me stuff. I can easily tell you my troubles, maybe except for a few, because I know you can't stand what I will say. :D But still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you left, we talked, about a lot of stuff. When I can't make it, you were there for me. Somehow, you know we talked a lot? And somehow, i don't know how, just somehow, I feel like im like the duplicate of you. As in, what I'm going through now and feeling now is how you felt then. It's like.. History repeats itself, just that it repeats on the different person. But im not as optimistic as you, always having that air of confidence around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I can make it through safely, without really feeling hurt, though I already feel some of it now. But I hope I can do it. Anyway, let's both jiayous, kays? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't get the above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously Eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5753950429423051492?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5753950429423051492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5753950429423051492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5753950429423051492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5753950429423051492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-22-day-fifteen-person-i-miss.html' title='August 22 -- day fifteen -- the person I miss the most'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz6k7E9w8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/djEggMLaRvU/s72-c/imyou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-3402695238062156124</id><published>2010-08-31T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:33:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 21 -- day fourteen -- someone I have drifted away from</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz2g6M_YBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DyrhylPNDZs/s1600/remembrance..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz2g6M_YBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DyrhylPNDZs/s320/remembrance..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511551089234632722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I have drifted away from . Im not gonna mention the name, or will be too obvi and gonna face a lot more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? In like, this short amount of time and I feel like we have drifted apart. From the first day we met, the first day we played together, till now. Idk what the relationship between us is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels... meaningless. We're not as close as before; we don't talk as much as before, even though we see each other like a couple of times a week. You guys just hang around them and then leave the rest there. I mean. WTF IS THIS?! Bias shit larhs. And now, i don't know why, but I don't dare to talk to her. Always get the feeling that she's one of you and tells you every thing I say, and I really mean EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah . Now, I feel like this is all so fake. What he wanted is for us to be like, united and stuff, but it's kinda hard now. Never mind, you are most not prob reading this, since we're not as close as before, and it's just, weird that you still try to salvage all these. Yeah . So, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-3402695238062156124?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3402695238062156124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=3402695238062156124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3402695238062156124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3402695238062156124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-21-day-fourteen-someone-i-have.html' title='August 21 -- day fourteen -- someone I have drifted away from'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/THz2g6M_YBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DyrhylPNDZs/s72-c/remembrance..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-6008605707095052363</id><published>2010-08-20T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:11:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day thirteen -- someone i wish could forgive me</title><content type='html'>Uhh.. Someone I wish could forgive me.. O . O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uhmm, hello C'Girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah. Idk if you guys are angry at me or what today larhs. But then I know that my mood is like, very bad today.. Cos of start of training, screwed up skills and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I maybe shouted at some of you if you remember. If don't remember nevermind. Best if don't remember. :D Okay, for those who remember uhh, I wanna say.. Sorry. I mean, I was in the wrong also larhs. I should not have shouted. After all we are a team right? So yeah, sorry, please forgive meeee. =D Forgive and forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Teddy bear~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6008605707095052363?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6008605707095052363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6008605707095052363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6008605707095052363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6008605707095052363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-thirteen-someone-i-wish-could.html' title='day thirteen -- someone i wish could forgive me'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2601153356303461548</id><published>2010-08-19T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:12:49.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day twelve -- the person i hate most/caused me a lot of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TG07mCz-BZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z9rE3-y1wq8/s1600/forgive+and+forget..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TG07mCz-BZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z9rE3-y1wq8/s320/forgive+and+forget..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507123444119897490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I rather write abt the person I hate most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heyy PERSON BAOXUAN HATE MOST,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect me to write a letter to you huh.. But then I also dunno who you are siaaaa.. Cos is like, im not the type of person who like, bear grudges. I will forgive and forget after like one day. Yeah. So, don't worry abt me hating you, cause it'll most prob end tmr, unless you suay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BAOXUAN ._.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2601153356303461548?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2601153356303461548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2601153356303461548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2601153356303461548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2601153356303461548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-twelve-person-i-hate-mostcaused-me.html' title='day twelve -- the person i hate most/caused me a lot of pain'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TG07mCz-BZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z9rE3-y1wq8/s72-c/forgive+and+forget..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-4978435867056823334</id><published>2010-08-18T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:54:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day eleven -- a deceased person i wish i could talk to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TGvmEkj9VpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMzvBDM2hbk/s1600/imy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TGvmEkj9VpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMzvBDM2hbk/s320/imy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506747935598925458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My beloved grandpa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hi. I remember that you died when I was around K2. During that time, I was still young, in fact, very young. I did not know the seriousness of all and only recall seeing Grandma crying.. Silently. I recall requesting to see your dead body. That's when I cried. At least not during that time, but at night. Around your skinny body, there are a lot of ants. I asked them, why are they ants. They told me that the ants eat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was spooked for the night. At night, I had a dream. A weird dream even I don't know how it even happened. I recall, the scene is at our very own house, the glass cupboard of the altar. I remember.. There was a new figurine of a Buddha in there. Somehow, I was wondering if that was you.. And then, it fell down all of a sudden. And I woke up.. I even went out of the room to see if I was dreaming or it was true. Hahax, yeah.. Ended up -- dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, I asked if Grandma was alright, because she cried. She denied it. Yes, she was a strong woman. And still is. The days spent with you. Some left a big dent in my memories. Some, I forgotten. There was once, WanJie and I, we were jumping on Dad and Mum's bed. I guess you are irritated by the noise, because you asked us to stop. We did not listen. You took the cane from the hook and then you kinda chased us around the bed. Okay, not chase. You just stood at the doorway, trying to block the exit. Me, foolishly me, thinking that it's fun, tried to escape. And you hit me using the cane.. Yeah. I remember always seeing you at the study table, writing some stuff. I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! You always wore the silver water. I always love to open and close it. That watch, was given to WanChi after what happened in the end. You also used to go to the Senior Citizens Corner often, like what Grandma does now. After all that that happened. Of course, in life, there're many ups and downs. When in down, I tend to think through all the unhappy things that happen now and in the past. I always pretended that you were still there, still alive. And I was talking to you about all my troubles. And that's how I fall asleep each time something happened. I 'talked' to you at night, sharing my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, I miss you. It's been about 7-8 years since you had left and I miss you terribly. Don't forget me kays? Cos I wont. Always alive in my heart. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333&lt;br /&gt;Your beloved granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on smiling forever :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4978435867056823334?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4978435867056823334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4978435867056823334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4978435867056823334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4978435867056823334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-eleven-deceased-person-i-wish-i.html' title='day eleven -- a deceased person i wish i could talk to'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TGvmEkj9VpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vMzvBDM2hbk/s72-c/imy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-6602859851053876410</id><published>2010-08-18T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:31:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 17 -- day ten -- someone i don't talk to as much as i like</title><content type='html'>Uhm, someone i don't talk to as much as i like? Eh? It's like hard? Cos it's like, I go school everyday, see friends everyday and of course talk to them A LOT? Then someone I don't talk to as much as I like. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah. Hi JingWen, YuJia, Tammy and Lynn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! It's actually been a long long time since we really talked ya know. I mean like as a group or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall those times in UnityPrimarySchool. Where we practically talked everyday, and recess are spent with you girls~ Those are truly awesome days, and i miss them. Truly. Now, we all went to seperate ways, to different schools and yeah. Things did not turn out to be what we all wanted. At least what I imagined. In what I imagined, even if we go to the same school, like me Tammy and JingWen, I always thought that we will kinda like continue like before. Maybe not talk so much. But. It. Is. Not. The. Case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even if we are in the same school, even if we have the same recess, even if we have homework we don't know how to do, and even with the technology of handphones.. We still don't communicate as much as before. We each have our own new set of friends. And somehow, I don't know how, but we don't seem to be as close as before; we don't know what happen to each other recently etc. And, I truly miss you guys and the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses, and Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Xuan. &amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6602859851053876410?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6602859851053876410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6602859851053876410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6602859851053876410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6602859851053876410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-17-day-ten-someone-i-dont-talk.html' title='August 17 -- day ten -- someone i don&apos;t talk to as much as i like'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4216959392070287683</id><published>2010-08-18T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:21:10.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 16 -- day nine -- someone i wish i could meet</title><content type='html'>LOL! This is kinda hard. Uhhh, someone I wish I could meet uhh? Uh idk siaa.. Wait Wait i think think first. Time now is 9.17. Time is still 9.17 now and I decided, I want to meet those who want to meet me.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLOOOOOHH &lt;i&gt;People who wanna meet me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State in the tagboard who you are xD Okay, uhh now. After you leave a message, then i will see, see if there's someway we can meet, kay?! Okay good. (: But then.. uhm, if no way then sorry uhh. LOL! Psps uh, Idk how to write a letter to you guys when idk who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe wont even have a single person. LOL! Pathetically.. Kay, have a nice day and holidays ahead! Yes, im craving for hols. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--BaoXuan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4216959392070287683?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4216959392070287683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4216959392070287683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4216959392070287683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4216959392070287683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-16-day-nine-someone-i-wish-i.html' title='August 16 -- day nine -- someone i wish i could meet'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1564628953838676851</id><published>2010-08-15T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:12:31.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day eight -- my favourite internet friend</title><content type='html'>LOL! This day finally cameeee... LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heylooooooows BONGSAWAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, never use the name u expected maybe? LOL! But still, knew you from maplestory. And from guild &lt;i&gt;uchiha&lt;/i&gt;, then later we both jump to the guild &lt;i&gt;thephats&lt;/i&gt; And now, I have left the guild, to remain guildless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is like, you're the person I knew the best in maplestory, as in not know you, but comparing to other maplers, i knew you the longest time i guess. Yeah. Anyways, sometimes things happen and you are there.. LOL! Weird, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sooooo.. Conclusion of you -- VULGARRRRR!! :DD And, who's the other person you talking to the other day arh? AHHHEEEMMM. LMAO!LMAO! Don't tell me is lexine.. ._. or ur classmate. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Xuanxx3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah done~ LOL! Kinda weird yet funny to me...Hehehx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1564628953838676851?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1564628953838676851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1564628953838676851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1564628953838676851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1564628953838676851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-eight-my-favourite-internet-friend.html' title='day eight -- my favourite internet friend'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5927001078670594294</id><published>2010-08-14T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:00:03.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downgraded.</title><content type='html'>Okay, grats to you, you just downgraded from my life, officially to just a mere friensd. I think this whole post, only one person can understand. Yeah, to that one person -- DONT SPREAD HOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose to leave me behind, and that's what happened. You did. You chose to let me try, to be used by you. And that's exactly what you did. And yet, stupid me, chose to let myself be used by you until now. Yeah, now. Because now is the moment where we are officially not as close as before; now is the moment where you don't take up so much of my life; now is the moment where what we had before, is gone; now is the moment where you and I shall remain as just friends from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose what to do, and this is what you got. Being a true friend, can someone define the meaning of true friends? And now, im afraid of having one friend, that onef riend, and it's all due to you. Happy? I guess you wanted this consequences, so there. You got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, DISAPPEAR, GET OUT OR WHATEVER FROM MY DAMN LIFE, BECAUSE, BECAUSE OF YOU, MY LIFE IS FREAKING SCREWED UP. ALL THANKS TO YOU. THANK YOU VERY MUCH, I APPRECIATE THE CONCERN AND CARE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO FAR, NOW BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5927001078670594294?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5927001078670594294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5927001078670594294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5927001078670594294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5927001078670594294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/downgraded.html' title='downgraded.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6727050903589512788</id><published>2010-08-14T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:52:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day seven -- my ex-crush</title><content type='html'>Uhh, this is hard. Wait, lemme get my thoughts straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uhm, hi ex-crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not reveal who you are, though you may not even exist. Since you are an ex, I.. AHHEM, I think you're not very nice now? Since you are now ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is weird , so just.. I don't know why I like you sia? LOOOOLS! Weirded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nth much to say. So, byebye, and nice life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan? O . O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is god damn weird, but weird. LOL! Im confused~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6727050903589512788?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6727050903589512788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6727050903589512788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6727050903589512788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6727050903589512788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-seven-my-ex-crush.html' title='day seven -- my ex-crush'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6768286127173132233</id><published>2010-08-14T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:48:55.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 13 -- day six -- a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yoohoo stranger~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you! No, not you, you! Okay, imma randoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, since we are strangers, I guess we won't even talk to each other right, unless say hi, like one of those days which Im siaoz, then random say hellox to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, you are still a stranger. But i don't get it, if you are a stranger, you will not be close enough to me so as to result in me writing you a letter right? &lt;br /&gt;O . O Yeah, but since this is what I thought, I shall just include in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, strangers don't talk much do they? So, byeee~ Oh, let's hope we become friends kkay? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Stranger Baoxuan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6768286127173132233?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6768286127173132233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6768286127173132233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6768286127173132233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6768286127173132233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-13-day-six-stranger.html' title='August 13 -- day six -- a stranger'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4917469266768450291</id><published>2010-08-14T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:45:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12 -- day five -- my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hihi dreams ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehx, first of all, please please don't be angry at meeeee for always forgetting what happen immediately after I wake up, kkay? YES! I knew you wouldn't be so petty (:..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, YOU REMIND ME OF INCEPTION!! INCEPTION ROCKS TO THE CORE RIGHt! YEAH, YOUR OWN FELLOWMEN, MUST SUPPORT =DD Hmmm, must ask your fellowmen to come up with more 'dreams' movie, kay? Must rock derhh horr, or else I come find you, not you come find me. Hahahx :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, uhmm, last of all, continue to come find me okay? I want nice dreams~ Not those nightmares please. OHOHOH! You remind me of someone again. LOOOOOLS!~ BFG~~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan! =]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4917469266768450291?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4917469266768450291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4917469266768450291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4917469266768450291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4917469266768450291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-12-day-five-my-dreams.html' title='August 12 -- day five -- my dreams'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8422853629229391907</id><published>2010-08-11T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:16:52.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day four -- to my brother</title><content type='html'>Okay, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heyy brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess you reading huh. But still. Though sometimes, wait correction, most of the time, you bully me, but still, you're my brother. Uhh.. i don't know what to say siaa. ._. Uhm, thanks for reading my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Thank you for being my bro(wthh?), because, without you, my life will not be as interesting as before. xD Okay, maybe not interesting, but, uhmm. dull. Yeah DULL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, STOP BULLYING MEEEEE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;br /&gt;BaoXuan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Seriously don't know what to write, so anyhow. Hehehx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8422853629229391907?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8422853629229391907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8422853629229391907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8422853629229391907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8422853629229391907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-four-to-my-brother.html' title='day four -- to my brother'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5112358056595366694</id><published>2010-08-10T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:08:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day three -- my parents.</title><content type='html'>I guess this is kinda idk. Hehehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dearest Mum and Dad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you have given me. What you gave me, they are priceless and no way is there a way to repay you. But still, I have to keep on trying, keep on going, for what you gave me, is a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the thirteen years of my life, many many mistakes were done. Yet, you forgave me. Throughout the thirteen years of my life, I have been rude to you. Once again, you forgave me. And throughout the thirteen years of my life, I did not learn to appreciate what you have given me. But, you did not blame me, only continue teaching me what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see how 伟大 you guys are. In this whole wide world, in the vast cruelty of all that had happen, the problems I faced, you stood by me throughout the whole journey to help me, and you are still doing it now. Despite you being tired. You are willing to protect me from harm of others, to the sacrifice of even your own life. And for that, I thank you for all that you have given me. A new life, protection. And yet, what I gave you in return are, rudeness, disrespect, disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously sorry for all that I treated you. I'll try to make it up to you guys. I'll try to learn to be nice to you; I'll learn to make your job as my mother easier; I'll try to do well in my studies, so as to give you a better life in future. Mom, Dad, thank you for all the hard chore you put up with through this thirteen years, though you are still going to continue with it. Thank you for all thatr you have given me. Thank you for tolerating with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Baoxuan &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ILY YOU GUYS FOREVER! &amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5112358056595366694?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5112358056595366694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5112358056595366694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5112358056595366694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5112358056595366694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-three-my-parents.html' title='day three -- my parents.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4370413669056174336</id><published>2010-08-09T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:56:34.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day two -- my crush</title><content type='html'>Yeapps, im on to day two. Today is SINGAPORE BDAEEEE~ SINGAPORE, HAPPY 45TH BIRTHDAY~ =D WHEEE~ Awesome day. Schedule -- homework, lunch, homework, vb! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heyy CRUSH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I don't know who you are sia, since you haven't appear. But still, I guess we will meet somehow huh? So yeah, that's all. Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bao Xuan ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4370413669056174336?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4370413669056174336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4370413669056174336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4370413669056174336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4370413669056174336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-two-my-crush.html' title='day two -- my crush'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-9209320445721191430</id><published>2010-08-08T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:18:32.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one -- my best friend.</title><content type='html'>Okay, imma do the thirty day letters stuff. So here goes. Before, I shall show you what each day will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE :&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dearest besties,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to all of you. Thanks for all the wonderful memories you left in my life. They truly occupy a big part of my life. You know, we all make mistakes, and something wonderful about all of you is, you forgive me for all these faults. So in simple words, you guys rocks! Wait wait, you guys not rocks, you guys.. uhmmmm, ARE SERIOUSLY DAMN COOOOL~ =D Yeah, COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my life, there are many ups and downs. When im happy, you are happy for me too. When im sad, you guys try to cheer me up and i really appreciate your efforts, though I doubt it takes much to cheer me up. Hahax, yeah guess so. Anw, we have gone to different schools, but, we will still be the same, kkays?! Don't break this relationship horr, cos it's the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Wish you guys a HAPPY NATIONAL DAY~ IHEARTS YOU! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--BaoXuan =D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-9209320445721191430?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9209320445721191430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=9209320445721191430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9209320445721191430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9209320445721191430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-one-my-best-friend.html' title='day one -- my best friend.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2897899610507898622</id><published>2010-08-08T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:09:29.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED.</title><content type='html'>Wtf lorhh. Just what do you want from me arh?! Im tired of all these siaa. Just tao here and tao there. What you want from me?! My life also not that perfect lorh, and you just expect me to like, do everything you want me to do?! Pls, im not a dog, im just a normal human kkay? -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, what's the prob wif you people? My presence is just practically extraa lorh. So why bother sia? Just making me pissed and confused. And you, veh far-ni is it? Veh fun arh?! Then im telling you now, IT'S NOT FUN AT ALL! My super imperfect life is like, totally destroyed?! In school, have to face all of them. At home, can't even do exactly what I want. See, such freaking suckish life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK TO THE MAX LORHH! STOP THINKING YOU ROCK OR WHATEVER, COS YOU DAMN WELL DON'T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2897899610507898622?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2897899610507898622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2897899610507898622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2897899610507898622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2897899610507898622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissed.html' title='PISSED.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1459343245177618079</id><published>2010-07-10T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:10:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TDhHGrSdDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qmDIF6iHZ4g/s1600/sorry..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TDhHGrSdDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qmDIF6iHZ4g/s320/sorry..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492217925603233042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. It's hard. They seem so weird now that I know. Idk why, but that's how it seems to seem like. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant find the si chou zhi lu shen hua gu shi leyy.. Walao.. Gawd dammit. GahGahGahGah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Super short post, cos nid continue searching, so yeah. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1459343245177618079?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1459343245177618079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1459343245177618079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1459343245177618079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1459343245177618079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TDhHGrSdDRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qmDIF6iHZ4g/s72-c/sorry..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-4642337286956755888</id><published>2010-07-08T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:37:27.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blehs.</title><content type='html'>BlehBleh.. LOL! Like doing that recently. Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week got Science test. OMG! -.- Today wushu do the exercises super tiring sia.. Kick up kick left.. Wadev. Tiring. New Jiaolian not bad larhs. Just that he come, the court seems so silent.. Miss the loud sound made by the previous jiaolian.. Anyways, today received lots of stuff. To me larhs. Like, do a lot suddenly. Got consent form for LJ, xiyouji test, tingxie, and also need to participate in the CL challange thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard sia. Did alrd. LOL! I don't really go that much into chinese. So yeah. Tired sia. Feel so sian. BlehBleh. Next week sci prac test, the week after next, sci theory test. ._. Uhhh.. nth liao uhh. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEHBLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'Girls is so wrong now. Gina.. She. Is. Gone. Gone as in she have to change cca. C'Girls are so behind schedule. We cant spike. We cnt control the ball(only me). We cant catch our timing. We are not bonded enough. Lim Qi said.. She may wanna quit. It's just.. lost. I dunno what to do. lost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4642337286956755888?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4642337286956755888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4642337286956755888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4642337286956755888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4642337286956755888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/blehs.html' title='Blehs.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-3762504100682742824</id><published>2010-06-29T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:07:22.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCn-EoQHxgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCljFn2qWtw/s1600/incomplete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCn-EoQHxgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCljFn2qWtw/s320/incomplete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488196976405628418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day of school reopen. Had quite some hilarious moments, but still, there's still tiredness among studies, boredom in between lessons, impossible between the possibles. Okay, the last one was random. Just something suddenly thought of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still.. There're more homeworks, and Imma still in holiday mood, so it's kinda hard for me at the moment. Keep wanting to sleep, but managed to stay awake. TANBAOXUAN, STAY AWAKEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons.. Somf of em are pure boredom.. LOL! Thinking about boredom, reminds me of how KaiHsin slept during Geog, haha. Yea, Yea, Yea. Okay, another random. Now so tired, super random sia.. Eyes tired, unfinished homework, coachless for cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD! Tmr got zuo wen to write. Gahhhh.. I wanna die die die. Can die 9 times sia.. ._. Just did the  CID cluster thingy. Weird lehh. Tammy and JingWen, if we may not get in the same class, why bother choosing together? O . O no offense uhh, but doesn't make sense somehow. Im prectically squinting now. TIRED EYES~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-3762504100682742824?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3762504100682742824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=3762504100682742824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3762504100682742824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3762504100682742824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-reopen.html' title='School reopen.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCn-EoQHxgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCljFn2qWtw/s72-c/incomplete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-7015368201190821169</id><published>2010-06-26T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:24:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDmN1C-wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CkjV6JAnMDY/s1600/life+is+hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDmN1C-wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CkjV6JAnMDY/s320/life+is+hard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487006782335417090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDllEo4gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TkxySQT72dE/s1600/faith-hope-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDllEo4gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TkxySQT72dE/s320/faith-hope-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487006771394961922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDlUYqXKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MIwVUjVIN8c/s1600/two+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDlUYqXKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MIwVUjVIN8c/s320/two+hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487006766915542178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. Time really passes really quickly.. In a blink of an eye, we are near the end of the June holidays.. Im already missing the free time I have.. Awwwhhhh. Ya, it's gone. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, after 2 more days, school will reopen. Then comes the 3 tests, basically ting xie, d &amp; t test and xiyouji test. Just hoping that I will pass em all. Ya ya ya. Just a faith of hope.. A single spark of hope. Suddenly, the fact that school is going to reopen, is scary. Just by this single fact, this one thought, this one single piece of truth, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like suffocating? Idk. But the feeling, the bad feeling is there. Somehow. Somewhere. Deep inside myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7015368201190821169?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7015368201190821169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7015368201190821169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7015368201190821169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7015368201190821169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCXDmN1C-wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CkjV6JAnMDY/s72-c/life+is+hard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-7524800372143316075</id><published>2010-06-22T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:21:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NineteenJune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCCqv2Cc-5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SHSTTbq4GXA/s1600/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCCqv2Cc-5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SHSTTbq4GXA/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485572085073640338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps. As the title suggested, this post is something to do with 19/06/10.. Kinda nice event larhs. Okay okay, not kinda nice, is veh nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10am, realised like kinda not enough time to get ready. So ate half breakfast, then rush to take bus to cck interchange. Lucky was not late haha. Arrived, then wait for Tammy, who arrived like 3min later. Then walk walk, saw natty and dezzy. Then slowly the rest came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say take bus to eunos, then go the underpass will reach east coast. So we trained to Eunos. Then, HOLY! We arrived at the interchange, then cant find any underpass at all. So looked at the bus list at the notice board. -Looklook- Then a bus uncle came and asked us where we going. So asked the uncle whr the underpass is. he said, have to go take the bus 13. Then say byebye and our thanks. ._. forget to ask whr to alight. Boarded the bus, thought we will know when to alight. haha, it's like, one by one, the passengers  all alight liao. The boys sit at the back, while the girls, 5 of us, squeezed into 4seats. LOL! Then got one red lady, as we called her, keep staying on the bus. She was like, the only odd one out, or else the rest is our world. Then when she alighted, we were like, clapclapclapclapclapclap. LOL! Then played around. And then, wthh? reach the uppear east coast interchange, cos nelly say alight at last stop. LOL! Then the gilrs were like, see la, who smart aleck,asy alight at last stop? Just now ask u take cab u dun wan. See larhs. It's like, totally EPIC! Walked around, then got a lot of bus drivers, asked them. One say will bring us there. So we took the same bus again. Asked the bus driver where to alight but think he say will tell us. SO went back to our seat. In the end, asked another passenger. And finally found our way to eastcoastpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, have a quick erst, kind of anyway. Then went to rent bicycles. Then rode around. It's like, there's no end sia. RIDE RIDE RIDE, It's god dammit continuous! By that time, we already split up, so Tammy, Jia and I were riding together. So we U-turn a lot of times. Haha. At one time, followed Nat and dezzy, but then lost track of them AGAIN! Then, sang while we rode! So fun lorh. Then kangaroo say he infront. So we went forward, he backtracking but always bo see him de. Then in the end heck care. Then time passed, we had to return the bikes. Then had a quick snack. Went to meet up with nat and dezzy at the beach. Yeapps. Carved a lot of things, like abt tammy and jona, jia and kang. LOL! Also saw quite a number of sandcastles. Damn nice lorh. Peeps also got do bike stunt. It's like. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back, took bus 13 again. haha, yea, like forever 13. LOL! Then the guys say alight at last stop, Yio Chu Kang. But then got one stop is stop directly in front of Boon Keng Mrt Station. So alighted. Then went from Boon Keng, to Outram Park, to Jurong East and finally CCK! On the train, saw a freaking guy, keep staring at us sia. Like is one perv. Then at cck, the guy alight with me and tammy and the guys. Jia they all safe lorh. And we were like OMG! Lucky he went to lot one. Haha, then went home. :D Nice day. =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7524800372143316075?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7524800372143316075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7524800372143316075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7524800372143316075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7524800372143316075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/nineteenjune.html' title='NineteenJune.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TCCqv2Cc-5I/AAAAAAAAADs/SHSTTbq4GXA/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-8358065242114493685</id><published>2010-06-16T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:26:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiYnDuhlBI/AAAAAAAAADc/6BFlSK7pBtU/s1600/Quiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiYnDuhlBI/AAAAAAAAADc/6BFlSK7pBtU/s320/Quiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483300343106343954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Got two quiz for you.. First, from a random girl named Amanda. Idk her, so just giv credits. http://paperpotatoes.blogspot.com   &lt;&lt;Her blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4 ?&lt;br /&gt;-nearest book:西游记   Page 18, line 4: &lt;br /&gt;“的兜率天宫里去了。正巧，老君不在宫中，去给仙童，仙”&lt;br /&gt;::Gawd. Took me damn long time to type out::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can . What do you reach ?&lt;br /&gt;-Altar glass window. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV ?&lt;br /&gt;-百万大歌星 ::It rawks.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking guess what time it is .&lt;br /&gt;-5.15pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock , what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;-5.14pm. .__.&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;-The ad on TV. The Pizza Hut derhh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside ? What were you doing ?&lt;br /&gt;-This morning. To burn incense paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survery , what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;-Amanda random girl blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing ?&lt;br /&gt;-Red shirt and loose shorts. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night ?&lt;br /&gt;-Ehh.. Don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;-Before my Mumma left da house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are on the walls of the room you are in ?&lt;br /&gt;-Uhhh.. Imma in living room, so it's.. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately ?&lt;br /&gt;-Uhh Yeapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz ?&lt;br /&gt;-idk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw ?&lt;br /&gt;-IP Man 2 :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.If you became a multi-millionaire , what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;-Another multi-millionaire.. ::o.o crap answer.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;-You tell me who you first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics , what wouldyou do?&lt;br /&gt;-Everlasting peace?! O-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance ?&lt;br /&gt;-Nahh.. But like watching breakdance. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush : president .&lt;br /&gt;-No he's not. OBAMA IS :D seee i'm smarter than you ::Whoever is reading::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;-Uhh.. MITCHIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy , what would you call him ?&lt;br /&gt;-Uhhh..Flynn? ::LOL! Random guy in a book::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living aboard ?&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe? But if yes, is GERMANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly gates ?&lt;br /&gt;-Welcome? Don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Tag six people who must do this in THEIR blog&lt;br /&gt;Caramella tofu~&lt;br /&gt;PowerNinjaa&lt;br /&gt;TammyWong&lt;br /&gt;-Three other random peeps who wanna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8358065242114493685?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8358065242114493685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8358065242114493685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8358065242114493685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8358065242114493685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiz.html' title='Quiz..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiYnDuhlBI/AAAAAAAAADc/6BFlSK7pBtU/s72-c/Quiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-54950512196277179</id><published>2010-06-16T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:48:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiPtpUiQxI/AAAAAAAAADU/22sK3AbXH4I/s1600/innocent+vs+guilty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiPtpUiQxI/AAAAAAAAADU/22sK3AbXH4I/s320/innocent+vs+guilty.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483290560672449298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got quizrolled again. By the same person again. And the same person happens to be powerninja AGAIN! So com'on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE 1 &lt;br /&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE 2 &lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends to answer this. Then see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked someone to marry you?&lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed one of your Facebook friends? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced on a table in a bar? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can't have back? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from a store? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn't? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a boxing membership? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/had a tattoo? &lt;br /&gt;} Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too honest? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined a surprise? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you cant walk afterwards? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erased someone in your friends list? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a woman's clothes (if your a guy) or man's clothes (if your a girl)? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined a pageant? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had communication w/ your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATING Someone? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total stranger treat you by paying your jeepney/tricycle fare? &lt;br /&gt;- Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get totally angry that you cried so hard? &lt;br /&gt;- Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wanna do this quiz, go do buhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-54950512196277179?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/54950512196277179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=54950512196277179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/54950512196277179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/54950512196277179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-quiz.html' title='Another quiz.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiPtpUiQxI/AAAAAAAAADU/22sK3AbXH4I/s72-c/innocent+vs+guilty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-4849309396246562659</id><published>2010-06-16T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:36:53.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 living blisters. ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiNGQGG4dI/AAAAAAAAADM/ciWR2X8igNs/s1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiNGQGG4dI/AAAAAAAAADM/ciWR2X8igNs/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483287684862894546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps. Today is a festival day~ Not a very good day for me luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was forced to leave my perfect nice book to go downstairs to burn incense by Mumma. So go down, despite the rain. ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, settled the papers, like, seperate them, so they don't stay in a bunch. Then go out, pull the burning tank, or whatever it is called. Then pull near the corridor luhh. Went to light up the incense papers then placed the rest inside. Didn't cover the burning tank, so some incense paper was wet. Okay, not some, is a lot. ._. So, Mumma went to take 3 sticks: one for me, one for herself and one for godmumma. Then the tank got holes, to let air circulate. I dug the stick inside, then the ashes flew up.. ::I was just trying to follow Mumma:: Then, as I said, the ashes flew up. One freaking ash landed on my arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blisters started popping up.. ::SKIN--&gt; Stop! It hurts!::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, got 4 peaceful blisters living on my arm. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Gawd! Mozzies here and there!::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4849309396246562659?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4849309396246562659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4849309396246562659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4849309396246562659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4849309396246562659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-living-blisters.html' title='4 living blisters. ._.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBiNGQGG4dI/AAAAAAAAADM/ciWR2X8igNs/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-5385923769543003354</id><published>2010-06-15T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:12:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizrolled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBc12DlOrnI/AAAAAAAAADE/1WSH6QAFUk0/s1600/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBc12DlOrnI/AAAAAAAAADE/1WSH6QAFUk0/s320/trust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482910274137534066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, was quizrolled by power ninja. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 little secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest no matter what, then tag at least fifteen friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;- power ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;- If you mean msn, then is my own hand ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Your relationshio status?&lt;br /&gt;- singleeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup, in primary school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- Bored with finding news for jian bao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- Pathetically two. Gahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Whats your brother(s)/ sister(s) name?&lt;br /&gt;- WanChi and WanJia. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Back to babyy. That's the best xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea, but not as crazy-y as power ninja. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever have a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm.. if that's considered one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- Listening to music. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's stopping you from going to the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- There's no such person so far. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Forgotten. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do things for?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah sure. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;- All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was the last person you talked on phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Power ninja. ::hahax.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;- Ehhs? A lot lehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;- Searching for news for jian bao, listening to 'Walk Away' and quizzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Belovedds. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Aunt. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is your Best Friend who lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Super Ninja ::this name appears so many times::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;- Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Ending my life. ::jkjk, no particular thoughts::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What should you be doing now?&lt;br /&gt;- HOMEWORK. Ugh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;- Go on and go. It's a nice song. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who was you the person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- Mumma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;- Think one of the two. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- No such person YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is you natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;- Black. ::Imma typical Singaporean =D::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Mumma. ::Long live Mumma XD::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;br /&gt;- Her. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;- Cuz I love you. ::Change song liao LOL:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is you hair curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;- Wavy! ::Gawd.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have anyone called you 'scrumptious' before?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope, but called a lot others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes! Can't live w/o emmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Held hand with the opposite sex for the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;- Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on computer?&lt;br /&gt;- When I fell like. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever change clothes in the vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;-No way~ :: Im not MR BEAN::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;- Sadly, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;- No, give me one reason to be. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What jewellery are you currently wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;- Ear studs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What were you doing on the friday night?&lt;br /&gt;- Using this com. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeahh. ::those who haven't, hope you get it soon. jkjk::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there anybody who you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What is the last reason you went to doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;- Eh. IDK lehh. LOL! ::Im healthy. God bless me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;- 11.30 Cos i didn't read my xiyouji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;- Once again, that person haven't appeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5385923769543003354?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5385923769543003354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5385923769543003354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5385923769543003354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5385923769543003354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/quizrolled.html' title='Quizrolled.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBc12DlOrnI/AAAAAAAAADE/1WSH6QAFUk0/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-813734846153723999</id><published>2010-06-15T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:17:22.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBco08TodhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLDtitEIBXY/s1600/thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBco08TodhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLDtitEIBXY/s320/thank+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482895961353647634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps.. Long time no blogged luhh.. Kinda forced to do so, by power ninja ::mixture of power ranger and ninja:: This particular power ninja quizrolled me, so thought might as well post a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since the last time I blogged. But shall not elaborate more. But something happy, not much homeworks left. Though left the hard hard one. ::FAINT:: Yea, faint is the word ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna thank my aweeeeesome friends who were there with me, shall not list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt; As uaual&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June holidays are not so good. Not much outing to go on, considering Singapore size~ But still got outing once in a while. C Girls planning to go Sentosa~ WooHoo. But seems like momoren is a fisherwoman at the moment. Yes, fisherwoman. Watev, shall end here and move on to quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-813734846153723999?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/813734846153723999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=813734846153723999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/813734846153723999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/813734846153723999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-post.html' title='Random post.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/TBco08TodhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CLDtitEIBXY/s72-c/thank+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-6200675574780392689</id><published>2010-05-23T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:34:16.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashed</title><content type='html'>Somehow, it just doesn't seem there anymore.. It.. feels so.. gone. I don't know why, but that seems like the way it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, it seems to be getting thinner.. A layer of awkward and silence just layered over it, covering this thin surface. We both knew what was happening, but I guess it just can't be helped.. Many times, I just feel so out of place. Is like, I feel like im snatching over, instead of sharing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end, it's not what it's supposed to be.. Nevermind, I don't even know what Im talking about.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just different, no longer the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6200675574780392689?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6200675574780392689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6200675574780392689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6200675574780392689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6200675574780392689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/dashed.html' title='Dashed'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4225514699101999484</id><published>2010-05-11T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:24:04.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>时间过得好慢。。。</title><content type='html'>可以感觉到老师的眼睛一直盯着我。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那也难怪，做错事嘛。。 但是要一直这样嘛，让我不舒服？真的，让我不舒服。看来其他人也不例外，哈哈，自作自受，过了一会儿就回国去了，但要等多久？时间顿时好像过得特别的慢。。他们也好像。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，事情已过去了七七八八了，也应该放手了吧！只希望他们不要再一直说，假期过后，他也不会在那里说。一想起就受不了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢那些一直支持我的人。：） 而且，谢谢那些送我礼物的人！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心一点！！！ 加油，后天的数学考试。。 拼了！哈哈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looools, tried typing those in chinese.. quite weird when i direct translate from eng to cl.. LMAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4225514699101999484?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4225514699101999484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4225514699101999484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4225514699101999484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4225514699101999484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='时间过得好慢。。。'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8590546875221545226</id><published>2010-04-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:53:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I adore Kelly Clarkson! She rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, trying to add a playlist to the website supposed to do for computer web design. Now adding songs to the playlist.. Ahh! The songs so damn cool man.. Whoohoo! I &amp;hearts; Kelly Clarkson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All, should listen to her songs, they rock the world.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8590546875221545226?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8590546875221545226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8590546875221545226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8590546875221545226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8590546875221545226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/kelly-clarkson.html' title='Kelly Clarkson!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1222625992672193127</id><published>2010-04-18T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:37:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!</title><content type='html'>GAHGAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why, but like to GAH recently.. Lol, maybe wanna go back to being a baby, who knows? Anyways, freaking lotta homework.. Finally managed to complete weekend's hw with the risk of my neck. But still haven't completed D&amp;T, GEOG, CHAMPS.. God dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellwellwell, now random facebook-ing, see so many ppl play hotel city, so go play lorhh.. Not bad larhs. GAHGAH! There I go again.. Nevermind then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year1s, jiayous for upcoming tests! JIAYOUS! CGIRLS! Getoverit! It'll turn out fine, kay? CGIRLS, ACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1222625992672193127?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1222625992672193127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1222625992672193127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1222625992672193127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1222625992672193127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/gah.html' title='GAH!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4438479854249503597</id><published>2010-04-11T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:20:50.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VB camp..~ 19 more days~'/><title type='text'>Incomplete..</title><content type='html'>Yeapps, it's incomplete.. Forget it lurhhs~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to complete it derhh.. Wheee! VB camp in june.. Ohlala! Looking forward, woots! VB FTW! Anyways, as I was saying, incomplete. That thingy is impossible to complete, without notes.. Ugh, so well, tmr another copy day. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel kinda outta place..that's it's all gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4438479854249503597?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4438479854249503597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4438479854249503597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4438479854249503597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4438479854249503597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4916377263311735793</id><published>2010-04-05T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:50:33.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolol</title><content type='html'>Lol, tomorrow MJ gonna die.. Hahax, but he seems quite optimistic about it, so heck care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;First lesson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, whole class before that all looking at science paper, haha, biology ws. Freaking hard. Then Mr Lim came in, teach teach teach, teach about the factorising, then he say wad y-x is equal to x-y. The whole class was like, Huh? Then he explain explain, but I still don't get it. Damn chim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, wanted to go down to lab derhh, but then Mr See came, so stay in class, then he talk about the.. uhm, the plants i think, then he say, plants seem to be green because they reflect off green light; they absorb blue and red light, but hardly green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is recess, though hungry, but lazy go down, so never go down lorh, stay in class slack. Lol, then play with peepo, see what they doing. Then Kent talking to Shi Mei, in the mean time, he used a wire and keep hitting my table, so i took my file and hit his lorh. Then he burst out laughing for no reason. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Higher Mother Tongue. Zheng lao shi came in, wanted to use the visualiser, but then spoil liao. Then ShiYing went down to GO, tell the peepo, then got peepo come fix, they also fixed the screen! OOLALA! Damn cool, see them fixed, then Zheng lao shi was like, CONCENTRATE! The peepo took down the whole screen, how to not get distracted. But then after that right, We all WAAAAA! And then cher say, waaa wad waaaaa. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fourth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer lesson. Went down. damn lot of computers spoilt liao, but mine still okay, just that nid to check the disk, then Mr Iqbal talk talk talk about the dreamweaver thingy.. Kinda hard? Nvm, will get it done someday derhh. Com lesson so cool.. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson, English, Ms Koh came in, kinda think that her eyes are somewhat different, lol, i ask Sing Hui. Then he say, Ms Koh. Yes? Er, Bao Xuan want to ask you something.. Lol.. no choice then ask lorh.. She say nothing wrong with her eyes.. Rofl.. Fine, but still look different to me.. Then, super restless lehh.. I just listen, never talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow most probbably got 2.4km run.. T.T Running not nice derhh.. hope can get close to 15mins barhs.. Scary..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4916377263311735793?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4916377263311735793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4916377263311735793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4916377263311735793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4916377263311735793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/lolol.html' title='Lolol'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7808874450412818725</id><published>2010-03-29T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:29:04.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wthh..</title><content type='html'>Lol, the title is just random. Just a quote I said in class convo.. They chatting about mh, about who mose nub etc. Wadeva, I also dun like to play. So sian.. today at home kinda fa feng. Shall not say much, just blogging cos sian.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Tammy, ya really wanna go WWW? I not sure if I can go worhs. You get the time first, then I ask my papa mama..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7808874450412818725?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7808874450412818725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7808874450412818725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7808874450412818725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7808874450412818725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/wthh.html' title='Wthh..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1926578133240108305</id><published>2010-03-29T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:07:45.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Looools. Now in school posting. Recalled used to do this in UPS with Tammy. Lol, we always nvr ting ke, then some peepo even go youtube. Lmao.. So fun, at that time.. Sighs, now lehh.. seems like just all homeworks, stress. Even when use computer also need do things about homework. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. After this is.. uhhh.. yea, English. Hahax, now MJ kaciao-ing Seow Wei. Hahas, so funny lorh. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Lim Qi is coming here. DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1926578133240108305?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1926578133240108305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1926578133240108305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1926578133240108305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1926578133240108305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-9217111429592837118</id><published>2010-03-27T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:00:02.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog project</title><content type='html'>Kaboomz. Sian.. At causeway library now, doing geog project. Wth, do 10 pages liao, complete, then ask &lt;u&gt;MR HOR&lt;/u&gt;, he say we do wrong, need redo. What the hell.. Ten pages just liddat gone lurhhs.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do do do, so hard larhs. Don't even know why we do wrong. Don't even know how to amend. Dots. It suddenly seems so sian. Ughhhh.. Anyways, now doing erm the geog plant thingy lorh. Now deciding on how the plant get its nutrients from. Lol, decided not to have chlorophyll.. Then, decided on eating hw, but then, where does the hw come from? O_O Hahax.. All Trevina's mighty ideas. Looools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg so damn pain from yesterday volleyball. Ahh.. sit on floor need to plot down there, Ahhhh PAIN. Then now sit on library floor for too long, stand up damn pain. Looools, then Lim Qi is worse, she stand, she walk super stiff, at least I better, got some bending.. Lol, get well soon hor.. Next friday is Good Friday. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, today tmr do project, how to do hw? Soooo sian.. Shall continue with the plant thingy lurhh, but kinda outta creative juices lehh.. AIyaya, nvm larhs. Buhbyes. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-9217111429592837118?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9217111429592837118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=9217111429592837118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9217111429592837118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9217111429592837118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/geog-project.html' title='Geog project'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1615545820951097326</id><published>2010-03-23T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:36:42.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First CCA day after school holidays</title><content type='html'>Today is the first cca day after the school holidays. Kinda tired.. Sigh. And I don't even have cca today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, is HMT, quite fun larhs. Hahax, quite some laughter. Especially when.. Oh wells, then in the end the atmosphere spoilt liao, cos the girls don't wanna participate. Next is Mathematics.. The selling and buying thingy.. Walao, damn chim larhs. Then, is recess, the 30mins stayed in class, went to change into PE. Then after recess is PE. Not so fun larhs. No games. Bleh Bleh. Just some drills and that's it. After PE is Science. Half hour only, so quite okay. Think theory is nicer, don't need do anything. During prac, I always not sure what to do. LOL, yea nvr ting ke. Then is geog, uhm.. quite fun barhs i guess, wait i try to recall what we did.. Uhm.. oh ya, we only did corrections. =] Then is history. Recalled how MR LIM flared up the previous lesson. Oops :X Then today the class super guai, uhm, except for them larhs.. Keep talking, lol. Then the teacher remind us got SEQ next week.. Dammit.. Oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH! Lol, hungry liao, so went down for waffle with chocolate.. Maple syrup is nicer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English finally.. But our group damn distracted, except for Shi Mei, Me and Kent who is a transfer.. Looooools. Then MS KOH super ultra irritated by them.. Well, can't blame her. They super noisy, then just a MJ hand shoot out and grab Kent's paper. Lol.. She super angry, then after that MJ emo lurhh, but then they still continue talking. Hahax, typically girls. =]]]]] Now back home, so shuang.. Then recall the ting xie this friday. Learnt 5 cheng yu liao. Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1615545820951097326?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1615545820951097326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1615545820951097326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1615545820951097326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1615545820951097326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-cca-day-after-school-holidays.html' title='First CCA day after school holidays'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2509148163394447788</id><published>2010-03-21T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:14:23.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHH. that's what I wanna do.. Im seriously going crazy. TAMMY WONG! Reply me in MSN lehh.. I despo lehh. I already super scared and super despo.. AHHHH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2509148163394447788?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2509148163394447788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2509148163394447788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2509148163394447788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2509148163394447788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-598179783216804821</id><published>2010-03-21T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:06:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaboomz</title><content type='html'>O . O random title. Never mind. All settled. Left the few homeworks. Finding Ghandi's picture, print Bio-essay, englist bonus tryout. Uhm, think that's all. Ohkays. Bought volleyshoes lurhhs. So cool~ =] Super happy, complete science essay, which is freaking hard. Tammy, Jiayous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. currently slacking.. Yea yea.. should not be slacking. I know. But.. Never mind. After this post done, I'm gonna get myself to the Reader Digest and dig out the website for the brain tryout and finish the journal, and finish that very last question, and then the Bio ws, which i forgot about it. Seems so little yet so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall drag myself to the book lurhhs. This is a post once in a long long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-598179783216804821?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/598179783216804821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=598179783216804821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/598179783216804821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/598179783216804821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/kaboomz.html' title='Kaboomz'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-828760239710370930</id><published>2010-03-01T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:34:31.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohwells.</title><content type='html'>Ohwells. Long time no post lurhhs. Anyways, Im getting more and more lazy. Sighs. Haven't finish doing CL Jian Bao, lazy do lehh.. Sian, tmr chiong barhs. Just finished the sci module, How Scientists Work. Now in Biomedical Science. Mr See say we'redoing different from other schools, they doing Bio, we doing Biomedical.. Still don't care what the difference is. Aiya, wadevuhh, heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished the computer exercise one. Don't know how to do the next 2 exercise lehh. Ohwells. Anyways, one el is kinda undergoing a cold war.. Sighs.. How did it happen? People started to hate one el, say bad things about our class.. I seriously wonder when it is going to stop. Im kiknda tired of all these man. it's just quarrel and quarrel. People even go to the extent to change the tag board in the blog. I mean.. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FOR??! Damn.. Getting more and more angry, more and more &lt;i&gt;ji dong&lt;/i&gt;.. Breathe in, breathe out, Cant get angry.. Got counselling from Tammy.. Relax.. Uhkays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one el, if you happen to see this.. PLS PLS stop the quarrel.. Aren't all of you tired of it? Well, if you're not, I AM! Think about those who care, Shinan, Jing Yan, Zhi Jia and others..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-828760239710370930?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/828760239710370930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=828760239710370930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/828760239710370930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/828760239710370930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohwells.html' title='Ohwells.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-3149558193729877982</id><published>2010-02-17T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:05:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He just doesn't understand..</title><content type='html'>He just doesn't understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. nvm, i should just get used to it, since there should be more of it in future..  Perhaps I should learn from wc, it's just a scolding, not like a part of flesh is gone marhs.. Yea, i should learn that attitude, it'll be extremely useful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, he doesn't know how it is here.. All he knows it, good results, no comment, bad results, waaa.. all the things start pouring out.. ZZZ..Seems like it did not hit him on the head that he has to bear half the responsibility for this..for what i got. Changing of tuition centres, he requested for it.. Too much stress than more than I get.. quitted. And now.. here comes the phobia and laziness.. Recalling how hardworking I am.. well, it can nvr turn back can it? So why bother scolding man? It's half as good as scolding urself.. except that it hurts for me, and not for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's useless.. It's just more work and more work, but can u guarantee that I will score super good marks? Comparing, have you thought of the lower marks? Dots... use your brains larhs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-3149558193729877982?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3149558193729877982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=3149558193729877982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3149558193729877982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3149558193729877982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-just-doesnt-understand.html' title='He just doesn&apos;t understand..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6389558137172299442</id><published>2010-02-12T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:53:30.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CNY!!</title><content type='html'>Loools, Happy CNY and Happy V day to all! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not manage to go into UPS, but saw Mrs Tan and Ms Yap.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, drank drinks while other 6aian ate their lunch, then, the boys go Kang hse, the girls, dunno whr lurhh.. O.O Then, Tammy, Lynn and I went to Lynn's hse, there got CAN TABS LEHH!!! Whooohooo! Got them for free! Though also went to nearby coffeeshop to get some, but only some, not a lot.. Still, it's nice! Then went badminton-ing, super fun lorhh.. Shall not go into details.. Then went back to count the can tabs, shall not say each person get how much! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Keyboard fixed liao! Dunno who fixed it and how.. Anyways, SAYONARA!! Have a nice weekend cum holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6389558137172299442?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6389558137172299442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6389558137172299442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6389558137172299442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6389558137172299442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny.html' title='HAPPY CNY!!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6953729019831420851</id><published>2010-02-05T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:10:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. So sian, the 1L chat is super ever silent worhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was super sian and tired.. Stayed in school for like, so long, do the adobe photoshop thingy.. And, he kept his word.. :D That's something nice to know. Still super tired.. Sian, tmr no time do work.. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try to get into hw mode.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Reality is ugly, live in a world of fantasy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6953729019831420851?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6953729019831420851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6953729019831420851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6953729019831420851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6953729019831420851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7272337303066763017</id><published>2010-01-27T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:46:04.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots</title><content type='html'>Oh wells, long time no post, but wadeva, lazy post. So much hws lorhh.. Sian. i don't like aesthetics lehh.. Wth. And im the aesthetics rep.. yeah, bro's rite, imma idiot.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT! This post shall end here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7272337303066763017?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7272337303066763017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7272337303066763017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7272337303066763017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7272337303066763017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/dots.html' title='Dots'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2015420819715172328</id><published>2010-01-16T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:22:34.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKAO..</title><content type='html'>Wa piang.. Still got so much homework and needa try to finish in one day.. Lemme list it out: D&amp;T 3 blanks, Asthetic(untouched), science(unfortunately also untouched), Mr Keith's homework(just started).. Sigh.. Dammit rite? Yea i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also needa kinda create poster? Im gonna draw.. Lazy go do on computer.. Im gonna die of drawing.. And needa decorate.. Sian, i totally freakingly truely completely sux at music and art.. Sian.. feel like going to do work, and feel like playing.. But since i on-ed the com, shall play barhs.. Shall start early tmr and uhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;List of things to do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Science&lt;br /&gt;2.Mr Keith's communication book&lt;br /&gt;3.Asthetic&lt;br /&gt;4.D&amp;T..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall leave D&amp;T last, so if i use, then after that can play.. :DD Fwahahah.. yeapps, im addicted.. This post shall be short, cos nth much to post.. Oh yea, completed cl hw.. Damn happy with what i got lorhh.. =DD :DD.. Shall not say how much I wrote(yes, im so stupid to go and count the number of words i wrote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S END THIS POST AT THE COUNT OF 5~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post ends here(loools, just trying to make this post longer..)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2015420819715172328?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2015420819715172328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2015420819715172328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2015420819715172328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2015420819715172328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/wakao.html' title='WAKAO..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6580752876419022789</id><published>2010-01-14T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:45:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianx</title><content type='html'>Waa sian.. So much homework.. Sigh.. sch is becoming more and more sian worhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson: PE.. Run one round, then about 450m.. for 3 min.. Is not exactly run la, but slow jog lor.. But panting liao.. Sigh, im gonna fail NAPFA, so fast then pant.. D-E-A-D spells DEAD~ Then is wad liao arh? Oh ya.. LC.. Is actually the relief teacher.. Then the teacher told us more about Mdm Connie Chan.. Played game, quite fun lorh.. Hyper agn~ Yippee.. realised that Mdm Connie Chan used to be disipline mistress worhs.. Then is Maths.. Learnt index notation. Also known as index form~ But like notation more.. Hahah~ next, RECESS, saw Jingle, she told me about Zongy and Limmy going to ups with us.. Fwahahah.. so cute rite, the nickname.. Then saw TAMMY!! Lol, hardly chatted la.. Sigh, discovered I dunno wad to say to her in school.. And feel like I hurt frens in 1L.. Sigh.. sorry to those who felt hurt hor.. i also not so sure.. But in case lorhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess is the History.. Haha, keep telling Lim Qi that she's the HISTORY Rep.. haha, laugh like mad lor.. So fun.. I shall do that whenever there's history.. Then history, she complain here and there..Then im like trying to stop myself from laughing larh.. Walao.. the teacher was like staring.. Then at the picture, she complained she cant see then teh teacher try to see from the back.. Lmao.. Then is sigh.. HMT.. So sian.. Some ppl like Zhi Jia, Yu Xuan and Li Ming luckie lor.. Kana called to present about news article.. Lucky nvr call me worhs.. i actually did not hear that need to read.. Then a lor of girls in the back row also.. Then got punishment, need do the er.. er.. the 冰心 reflections/thoughts after watching the vid.. Cos never raise hand to answer cher's de question.. SO IT'S JUST HOMEWORK AND MORE HOMEWORK!! Then also got newspaper article, can choose own article.. Also haven do Mr Keith Teo de exercise book.. i noe, IM A LAZY PERSON, DUNNID TO REMIND ME LARHS.. After HMT is asthetic.. IS ABOUT MUSIC LOR.. Sigh.. I fail my music de lor.. And can you believe it? IM THE ASTHETIC REP!! Darn it... DAMN! But maybe still okay lor.. cos arh.. the teacher quite funny larhs.. Humourous i guess.. Though the homework he gave is NOT funny.. Need to like, practise on the hearing, need read chapter 6, also need to create poster.. And he said it until I think I said THINK that he means that best is not computerized, and i no artistic skill de.. Sigh, im in for a bad trouble.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then school end.. took bus home with Tammy.. so hungry lorh recess only drink.. Good news: TMR IS A HALF DAY! Erm.. mama just say no broken english.. used to it.. Lol.. Half day de school la.. then agreed to go back to ups.. So we'll train there.. Lol, someone has been asking me who I like.. but seriously.. no one in mind worh.. Anyways, to that person.. Happy waiting~ :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao.. 1L de peepo very heartless lehh.. Add so many of them yet so few of them online on msn de lorhh.. Sad sad.. Well, forget it.. As long as Im not a heartless person~ But I know for sure, im a evil person, and also, a super saddistic person~ Fwhahahaha~ Shall end this.. it's super long.. So byeeee to all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sian, got a lot of homework-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6580752876419022789?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6580752876419022789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6580752876419022789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6580752876419022789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6580752876419022789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/sianx.html' title='Sianx'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-9014835852663744355</id><published>2010-01-13T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:29:51.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee..</title><content type='html'>O . O today was kinda hyper.. Loools, dunno for wad reason worh.. But super hyper, okay, maybe not so hyper larhs.. Fwahahaha.. Was laughing like mad in class.. First period, maths~ Oleh.. Maths is nice~ Then, uhh, is, is wad liao arh? Erm.. Oh ya, recess! Never see Tammy Meii.. so sad.. But saw jingle.. heheh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jingle bell jingle bell, jingle all the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psps to jingle.. lol, too hyper now liao. But cant laugh, os else mama will ask here and ask there.. Sigh. Then after recess was English, or is it Science.. Well, forget it, let's just say about english.. Was writing compo, The Missing Key.. Find my own story Sux.. Walao.. My ENG SUXXXXX.. Bleh bleh.. Then planning paper kana blown away by the dammit wind.. And blown under the divider somemore.. Lol, then finished writing liao then tell teacher.. Dunno how open the divider, so went to the window, cos someone inside.. Ask to help me take.. Anonymous guyy, Thank ya~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then science, okie okie larhs.. can consider quite okay.. Lmao.. Then HMT, the newspaper.. Hate Chinese.. Sigh~ Tmr still nid.. Something to look forward to anyway, Friday half day!! They say end at ard 11am.. Lol, planning to go back to primary school, see how tan** is doing.. Wanna sit somewhere and see her teach the class, so fun at the thoght of it.. HOPE FOR SUCCESS, since the principal changed.. TT.TT~ Then, CHAMPS, got positions in class, im the asthetics( dunno how spell and lazy check) REP. LIM QI IS THE HISTORRRRYYYY REPPPP!!! hahahahah.. Lim Qi, good luck to you worts! (: Then went home.. Saw so many familiar seniorr!! XD Waved and Waved.. But always nevuhh see bro de.. Well, dun wanna see him too, dunno how to react. Then missed the bus.. And then, had to wait for 45min until next bus. But then next bus soooo full lurhs, cant board it. Worse luck! Then called mumma to tell her I'll be super ultra late.. She asked Daddee to fetch miie home. Fetched Tammy home too.. Chatted a lot too! Blogged on class blog too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that particular NAME in the tagg: PLS INDICATE UR NAME~~~ AND I MEAN REAL NAME.. or else, i give u another alternative.. Like, u tag in your real name, but dun say u are that name, just like, write," tagg for you" or wadevuhh larhs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-9014835852663744355?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9014835852663744355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=9014835852663744355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9014835852663744355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9014835852663744355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/yippee.html' title='Yippee..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5473187002350174680</id><published>2010-01-11T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:02:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day~</title><content type='html'>Well, today was sort of the first day of school.. Okay okay la, but got super memorable thing happened worhs.. Looools, thinking of it is funny.. Shall not mention what happened before assembly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assembly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go for CID 1 lesson de, but then we went to the classroom instead.. Kinda like, waiting for some sorts of teacher to fetch us there. Looools. Tried to tell boys, especially Min Rui to bring us there, but they bo chap bo chap de.. Then TA-DA.. Krysen walked past and REACTION!! She asked why we still in classroom, then we got out of classroom... She told us is in the first level, go there, nothing~ Went to the dunno 3rd/4th level.. Then we lined up there, dun dare walk in.. Hahah, then slowly go in.. We were actually late for like, 45min~ 45 FREAKING MINUTES!! Only copied some of the notes.. The rest, dammit, dun have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson was so fun lor~ The teacher is nice!! But if he in bad mood.. uh-oh.. who knows what will happen? Science, kinda too qim for me worhs.. I sux at sci, seriously. Then HMT.. The teacher wanna someone to buy the files, then ask, who got siblings in RV? of course i have larhs and she taught my bro before.. ==' Stood up. Then she ask me to buy the files, i dun wanna, ask if can dun or not.. she choose another guy, then the guy also dun wanna.. So, she chose reg. number, so easiest, follow the date lorhh~ Poor number 11...(If it's a Friday, IM DEAD!! Cos, it's my reg. number worts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Tammy, was actually planning to go her hse to copy the CID notes.. But mama nag and nag about wad, later, wad go jingle.. ZZZ hear liao also irritated.. So, forget it, all thanks to her.. Completed more than half of Sci Prac hw.. Super hard la walao.. Got two blanks dunno how to do.. So sian, lazy do the research..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5473187002350174680?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5473187002350174680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5473187002350174680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5473187002350174680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5473187002350174680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day.html' title='First day~'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6628968866080191131</id><published>2010-01-09T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:20:30.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation week~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/S0iClCvUcUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nVIxk85K9ZA/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/S0iClCvUcUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nVIxk85K9ZA/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424729324069876034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, orientation was officially over, and we're part of 1Ls.. 1L rawks~~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to memorise all peepo de name, think can roughly liao lurhh.. Anyways, orientation was okie-okie lorhh.. But 1L quite emo de worhs.. Only some hi-girls~ Shi Nan, Hiie!! Call her the high-gurl.. fwahahaha.. Anyway, thanks for all ya taggs peepo! Don't know wad cca to choose. So far, volleyball, softball and suprisingly table tennis want me.. Hmmm, hard decision, see first barhs. If you look to my wishes, the last wish is dumb i know.. And it DIDN'T happen.. Well, I'm in the last class.. But someday will not be last i believe.. Jiayous 1Ls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got timetable.. see liao so sian lorhs.. Got history, sci(prac) geog.. sigh. Saw broher in RV during initiation.. Went into the hall, saw him going out of the bball court. he say he test 1L de boys in bball.. Dunno if real or not.. he asked the boiis to run from one end of court to the other end and hit the board.. Liddat do 20 times leh, siao rite? He also never try before... Anyway not my prob~ Im so evillll rite? I know, peepo always say i sadist.. PSLs, &lt;3 ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6628968866080191131?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6628968866080191131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6628968866080191131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6628968866080191131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6628968866080191131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/orientation-week.html' title='orientation week~'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/S0iClCvUcUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nVIxk85K9ZA/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-5702464115076070781</id><published>2010-01-04T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:27:47.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of a new beginning..</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of a new beginning.. Well, of course excited and nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, reached RV super early and were waiting for jingle.. She finally arrived.. And managed to tie up her hair!! :D Went to the hall, then talked, talked.. PSl trying to get us to get high, but we bo chap.. I tried to get high, but the girls all so silent de~ Silence~ So in the end, never get so high.. Such a disappointment.. The boys however, quite high ba i guess.. Then a boy gotta do 2 forfeits.. =D Tmr must get high worhs.. or else need do forfeit.. Sigh. Why PSL so.. erm.. forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, TMR, GETTTT IAGHHHH!!!! :DDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5702464115076070781?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5702464115076070781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5702464115076070781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5702464115076070781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5702464115076070781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-new-beginning.html' title='First Day of a new beginning..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7530045551332625526</id><published>2010-01-01T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:46:47.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>Ello!! I am Back..Not been updating blog, cos got addicted to ms once agn.. A SIN!! DARN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, It's NEW YEAR!! Happy New YEAR all, and to Singapore.. I love you guys! I mean my friends and Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Raffles Town Club last night to countdown. many businessmen there.. And many ppl from other countries.. like Aussie, London, GERMANY!!! Miss germany quite a lot. Sigh. Well, anyway they got high, layed many games, like guys with hairon their chest get's points for their group. There's two group, Lucky Soul i think and Champions... Im in the first one. heheh.. Then games, dinner.. Dinner is considered okay in general, but if to some dishes, nahh.. No offense to the club btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time anyway.. And, on that day, it's someone's bdae~ Someone I dunno.. Loools, the person is at the olub for the gala dinner for 2010 last night too.. And there's specially a HUGE bdae cake for him. Forgot his name.. O . O Well, stranger.. Anyways, to this particulat STRANGER, Happy Bdae! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7530045551332625526?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7530045551332625526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7530045551332625526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7530045551332625526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7530045551332625526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4618298426152964631</id><published>2009-12-20T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:12:59.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much..</title><content type='html'>Okay Im back.. Welcome back Xuan~ Lol, i welcome myself.. Being lame now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a call from Lynn. She asked.. -well, forget it. it's nth much actually..- Tmr making Tang Yuen.. Woots.. nice~ hmmm.. so sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a terrible night last night. My bed the head dropped down.. Erm, head drop down, rofls.. let's say the plates dropped. And I cant slp thr.. Cant be fixed at that time, cos gran slp-ing liao, dun wanna disturb her. So had to slp with parents. At first, I share a bed with my dad, cos he's already asleep when I told mama--we're watching TV, so she decided to slp on the floor herself. Feel kinda bad. Cos it's like she has to do housework the next day, ltr backaches here and there, then she complain here and there. O.o then in the middle of the night, I fely my dad move me to the centre of the bed. I guess he woke up and saw that mama's slp-ing on the floor barhs. Mama moved to slp on the bed. So i was practically in the middle of them, tried to slp, but cant, cos i was like squashed between the two of them. Finally, i slept. Then when i woke up, dad said byebye to me, he's going to work, said byebye and i went back to slp. Selpt until like 10, i pig rite? Loooools. Then later that day helped out with the housework.. We started spring cleaning, cos ltr no time, nid to bake cookies etc. =D homemade~ So tired, had to sweep the floot thrice!! And clean the window, change the bedsheets. And clean the wall.. Also clear the cupboard.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when I'll get to use the deskie in the afternoon to watch Twilight on the com.. had it in the deskie. But bros are forever using it in the afternoons, and Wc keep asking me to help him hunt for silver snowboard in ms. Like i dun wanna the snowboard myself? ==' now, have to get another 25 yellow gift boxes, jsut got 25, and now got 25 more.. SIAN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this shall be the end of the post.. Byebye all.. Goodbye Baoxuan.. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4618298426152964631?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4618298426152964631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4618298426152964631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4618298426152964631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4618298426152964631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-3820706343274042847</id><published>2009-12-05T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:28:42.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian days</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, today was one of the boring day of this holiday. Well, I only stayed at home, just using the computer, reading books. Hardly ever go out. Today was planning to ask Tammy to go out somewhere, but have no idea where to go, so..well, forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, read books in the morning, quite nice, the series Summercamp Secrets. xD Then watched dunno wad erm, jap drama show called, Liar Game, oh wells, i forgot what it is, but sth like that larhs. Quite nice, and some parts funny. Heheh, had a nice time watching it also helps to kill time too. Then, bro had to go for bball training, so I got the laptop to myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on fb, played the usual games, chatted with some ppl.. Then played some typing games, raced how fast I can type against others on the net, sometimes i win, and sometimes, I lose.. Lolx, play until too jidong, then in the end whole body was like shaking, hahas. Then a random friend on fb chatted with me.. Weirded, the person is. SIan, nth much to do, hardly chat with usual friends like jia and tammy. Erm, jia shld be busy, and tammy was mapling. Saddened, cant use the deskie, cos darn bro using it. Ugh! cant play maple, cant lvl.. Lolx, a mapler friend told me got new character coming up, call the Evans, uses dragon attack, sounds cool to me, shall try it one day.. =DD Asked him not to lvl so fast, then we can lvl together, pq together.. Hahas, then I'll dump all the finding pt mem job to him. Just hope he dun find me some nub members lo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt nubs, recalled the previous time I played, someone called me a nub, the guy even noober lorhs. Was mc-ing together, then he did not tell me whatthe opponent party wanted for monsters, so I did not summon, and he saw I was a ringer, so he just slack, pretty obvious he only leecher lor, jsut wanna leech ringer bonus exp. Then the other pt mem ask me to summon i was like ,summon wad, wad they wan? No one tell me still, so again, did not summon. Instead the same person came over and called me a b!tch.. wth, the gang was totally bastards.. Lolx, and I was kicked outta the pt. And found new pt, went out of the field, say the same noob, he told evreyone, she's a noob.. And i called him a bastard.. Damn him... Wells, at least nvr meet noobs lurhs, cos nwo was training izar character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall go now.. 45min more to the show I wanna watch. Heheh.. Love the show! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-3820706343274042847?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3820706343274042847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=3820706343274042847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3820706343274042847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/3820706343274042847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/sian-days.html' title='Sian days'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7691498652145252109</id><published>2009-12-05T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:30:01.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First with RV principal</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, woke up early today, washed up, drove to Tammy's hse.. Were going to RV to try to meet the principal to kinda, appeal? with our mamas.  Mums started talking straight away in the car, we were just like thr, slacking.. Then started to feel giddy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there pretty soon, but they said PARENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED!! I mean, what type of rule is this?? Parets not allowed? Wth.. Then what need to make appointment. So we cant meet, and we went to park the car somewhere and parents sat down and talk agn.. We went to the exercising corner to exercise, like the ski thingy best. So fun~ Then went to playground. When finished playing, they stil talking..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were like, waiting and waiting and waiting. Got hungry, so when it's like about 1, we told them WE'RE HUNGRY!! So we drove to jp, short for jurong point, was wondering what to eat.. In the end decided on KFC. Ordered and started eating. Then still have some finger food not yet finished, adults dun wanna eat, so we had to eat.. OMG, now i'm fatter.. Darn and my mama still say I shld not eat so much. Still did not managed to complete the fries.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to shop.. were actually planning to shop for a present for clare, but we ended up just looking through stuffs. Ended up with a bottle of Honey Aloe Vera each for Tammy and I. So nice~~ Shall drink agn some other time. And we drove back home. On the way, they still talking! I mean, is there really so much things to talk about? WOW, they're amazing.. to be able to talk for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, used the deskie, created new Maple character with Tammy in the new world, Izar! Lolx, we were thieves, beware of ya belonging! I wanted to be bandit. O.o, someone ask me to be his sis in maple, lolx.. first time heard of such things. Shall add Tammy as part of my family some other day, maybe tomorrow barhs. Depends lor. Got a snail roon for completing quest, is not like normal pets, like when you say ily, they will respond, this will only respons Yummy! when you fed it.. Only lasts for 5h, haiz, such a short life... Poor it. Then train till lvl 19 and stopped playing. Can pq soon, but guess better wait for Tammy, we go pq together. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy, Jiayous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7691498652145252109?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7691498652145252109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7691498652145252109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7691498652145252109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7691498652145252109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-with-rv-principal.html' title='First with RV principal'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-9006205277298925367</id><published>2009-11-26T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:50:39.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tag/pass you this quiz? Tammyy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is? Sisters! bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her? Cute. Fun. Nice! XD&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you? Uhm..&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you? No idea worhs&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover you will? WE're not LES!!&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be? She won't de.&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will? Don't think we will become enemies.&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be? Haven't happen yet.&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want him/her to do? Clueless&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is? Cool Friend..&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you? Uhm, cute for luxstars?&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are? uhhhh&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate yourself are? Laziness&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is? ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;16.For people that care and like you, say something to them : Thanks, won't forget ya&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are: (only chose those with blogs. cause this is a blogquiz, right?)&lt;br /&gt;1. Jieling&lt;br /&gt;2. Poonehh!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Jingle&lt;br /&gt;4. Shadzee&lt;br /&gt;5. Jing Yi&lt;br /&gt;6. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;7. Abinaya&lt;br /&gt;8. Mok&lt;br /&gt;9. Ya Jing&lt;br /&gt;10. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no. 6 having relationship with? &lt;br /&gt;(Michelle) No one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female? &lt;br /&gt;(Ya Jing) FEMALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 7. and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;(Abinaya&amp;Kelly) Hello? They're not les..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about? &lt;br /&gt;(Pooneh) same stuff? But next year mayb diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3? &lt;br /&gt;(Jingle) yesterday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like? &lt;br /&gt;(Mok) No idea, but he likes jap songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings? &lt;br /&gt;(Jieling) Yeapps. One brother and one sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;(Jingle) NO WAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about number 7? &lt;br /&gt;(Abinaya) Nahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 single? &lt;br /&gt;(Shadzee) Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;(Jing Yi) Low~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;(Kelly) Not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no.5 and 9 get along well? &lt;br /&gt;(Jing Yi&amp;Ya Jing) Not sure, don't even think they have met. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;(Pooneh) Currently not studying but UPS this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no.1? &lt;br /&gt;(Jieling) she's fun, a nice cousie to have! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.6? &lt;br /&gt;(Michelle) Uhh... not in bgr, but as friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;(Ya Jing) Opposite UPS if im not wrong.. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;(Shadzee) Erm.. Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;(Jieling&amp;Jing Yi) Nope. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? &lt;br /&gt;(Abinaya) Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is no.6 doing now? &lt;br /&gt;(Michelle) Breathing, listening..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-9006205277298925367?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9006205277298925367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=9006205277298925367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9006205277298925367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9006205277298925367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1258998836721201029</id><published>2009-11-26T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:31:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home..</title><content type='html'>Just returned from Genting highlands like a few days ago. Was quite fun.. Tried a lot of different rides, COrkscrew is teh best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tried the Spiderman.. no la, is actually call the Flying Coaster.. Okay okay la. Most memorable of all is the Space Shot.. Is different from last time de, last ime is it zoom up very fast, but this time is it goes up slowly and zoom down.. Rode on that and was like, out of person when i came down. Scary lehh, hope one day can go thr with squeezies.. Will be super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got PSLE results. Phone kept ringing, cos ppl wanna know my result. Okay de la, higher than what I expected. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1258998836721201029?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1258998836721201029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1258998836721201029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1258998836721201029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1258998836721201029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-9213186467275033413</id><published>2009-11-17T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:47:30.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENDING..</title><content type='html'>Awhhh, school is coming to an end soon.. in fact, tmr is the last day of school lerhs. Saddened, cos we will all go different schools, to our seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On P6 Graduation Day took some pics with precious squeezies aka precious luxstars, but cant upload the pics now, cos im ot using the desktop, the pics are in the desktop, bro using.. So i cant maple.. darn. Today, after bro de check-up at somewhere in orchard.. then went to ion orchard. The things darn ex larh, so we ended up at taka instead. Taka as in takashimaya.. Ate some noodles, cos lunch ate little due to tight schedule. Bro is gonna be well soon, jyjy bro, in recovering, though u have to do all the exercises everyday.. Hahas, oops, im so saddistic. Today afternoon the 987 was pretty boring to me.. so slept on the way hm.. Went to change car tyres blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today autograph book also get Ms Yap and Mr Ken Lee to sign.. heehee! XD planning to let Mrs Tan sign tmr... MOK!! STOP TORTURING HER LARHS!! tmr got class gathering, okay lah, not whole class la, but almost,for lunch.. YIPPEE!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-9213186467275033413?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9213186467275033413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=9213186467275033413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9213186467275033413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/9213186467275033413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/ending.html' title='ENDING..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7281713987604814901</id><published>2009-11-08T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:03:12.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP!!!</title><content type='html'>Heylows guys, long time no blog, I know... Anyways, now at RP, short for Republic Polytechnic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to set up booth here de, but not a lot of peepo, so now is like damn sianz. The lunch was pretty small, so t'chers went to buy some uhm, food?? No idea actually. And now, *** was using ~~ laptop secretly, she is damn scared ltr tio discovered, lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY SIAN!!! Thingy endin at 4pm.. So long guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Waiting for the guild REP to be formed in maple... WHEN IS HE GONNA FORM???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7281713987604814901?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7281713987604814901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7281713987604814901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7281713987604814901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7281713987604814901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/rp.html' title='RP!!!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1282638103598450539</id><published>2009-10-31T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:30:48.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween..</title><content type='html'>Long time no post... All due to my laziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is Halloween.. Nvr go trick-or-treating, lolx, dun even celebrate it. But tried once, nice.. Played ms like, from afternoon until now. Just ended. Still nvr lvl up, saddened.. A guy called Dewa help me train, went from Shanghai to Perion de dungeon, he attack the boars, I hit, I miss, so i just stand on the rope and go down to collect.. But earn a lot of mesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammyy, jiayou in dl-ing ms... Super short post rite? i understand, nth better to write, now is post-psle, not much things i do, except read and play com.. but maybe mon will be better, cos got SEP. I signed up for inline-skating.. Wheehee! Lookin' forward to it! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1282638103598450539?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1282638103598450539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1282638103598450539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1282638103598450539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1282638103598450539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1083847841796958318</id><published>2009-10-25T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:14:24.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o</title><content type='html'>O.o, it seems like years since I blogged rite? Yeah, feels liddat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, came back from chalets like, a few days ago? O.o But, unfortunately, down with, slight fever, runny nose, blocked ear and severe cough.. Heheh, all is i say de, nvr consult doc. Very de bad.. Keep on coughing and coughing. Wonder how I will survive tmr.. Tmr, when CL lesson, will need to read out loud the script.. Hope I can read out loud, but my voice will be different! POOR ME! Haiz, damn cough.. STUPID! Shall end post here... Heheh. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1083847841796958318?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1083847841796958318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1083847841796958318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1083847841796958318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1083847841796958318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/oo.html' title='O.o'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2650114789160090119</id><published>2009-10-14T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:17:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGETIC</title><content type='html'>I started this whole thing, I should be the one to end it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my friend, dearer than I ever know, until this thing happen. She knows about it and hates me now, I guess. Well, she said that I hate her, but I didn't. Ugh! I'm darn scared that she don't wanna be my friend anymore, I cried when she she thinks I vent my hatred towards her in blog.. I've really wronged her, I tried time and time again to forget all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm darn devastated now. Jia, I'm sorry.. You might forgive me, but everythign will be different. Maybe this will even be a dark shadow for you.. I will understand if you hate me, I caused it, I should bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hatred towards myself, hopeless, useless...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2650114789160090119?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2650114789160090119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2650114789160090119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2650114789160090119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2650114789160090119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/apologetic.html' title='APOLOGETIC'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5794457884422046265</id><published>2009-10-09T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:02:36.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless</title><content type='html'>Haiz, feel damn lifeless... Chattin with tammy and mok, but feel so outta place. Damn tired, but dun wanna slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, mom came into room and wake someone up, did not hear who she callin. So I sat up and she went up.. SO, i tot she wakin me up. So went to brush teeth and went showering. When i finally showered, my mama say how come is me in the bathroom, nto my bro. So bro wake up and I kana scolding... Stupid rite? Y cant i have my own room and dunnid be tortured by em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz now the sickening irritating bro was at it agn.. I feel damn tired suddenly.. No idea why, and I've slept the whole afternoon leh. Damn lifeless now... Omigosh, I feel so lost and disoriented... O.o, disoriented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WTH! Keep hearing noises nowadays and damn lot lizards running abt @ hm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5794457884422046265?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5794457884422046265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5794457884422046265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5794457884422046265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5794457884422046265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2266311031174992353</id><published>2009-10-03T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:00:40.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at nite</title><content type='html'>Fun night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited by Tammy to go her hse de park to play candles to celebrate MF, Mooncake Festival with Kai Yun. She reached there earlier and was waiting... Reached, but Kai Yun had not. So walked around, singing and doin the super scary turn-around exercise and of course SWING!!! Then, Kai Yun came and we went playing... blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped playing candles and went to play swings. Got police come, cos got peepo throw flying fire objects up and one dropped on a tree... Then, bro called to ask me go coffeeshop. Went, Tammy mom and Tammy brought me there. So nice of them... Overall, it's a super fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Mimicsah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2266311031174992353?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2266311031174992353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2266311031174992353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2266311031174992353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2266311031174992353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-at-nite.html' title='Fun at nite'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8017432738195590267</id><published>2009-10-03T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:00:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>Happy Mooncake Festival to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my spirits were damnpened as I glanced at my phone, which reminded me that how i checked who tammyhater is by the IP address... I feel like scolding the person. I mean, is he/she blind or wad? The blog is practically made of words which Tammy type and he/she said Tammy only know one word: awesome.. Unless, he/she has a problem in the brain somewhere and could only see that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she knows... Does she know? Is she still my friend, she has become a scary backstabber. Part of me wants to be her friend like nothing happen, but part of me do not want it, guess because I feel ashamed having a friend like her... She backstabbed ppl, and became evil. I dunno what to do... Should I confront her? Maybe I should not and let the thing continue as if nothing happen at all... Guess that's so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Shall pretend nothing of any sorts happened... Afterall, hatred only make you feel worse...**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8017432738195590267?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8017432738195590267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8017432738195590267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8017432738195590267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8017432738195590267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4344701006116960967</id><published>2009-10-01T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:59:15.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day!</title><content type='html'>No-school day! Cos of children's day marh, and it's my last year being a children. Shall be graduating into teenage next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 9? Cos received someone's message. Last nite, ~ texted me, asked if i goin Batam the sch overseas trip. I replied dunno. Then, asked mama, mama say the clean and green week or wadeva the week is called, will crash? I asked ~, she dunno oso, tot is volunteery one. I not sure leh. Shall w8 for ms yap to reply.. Haiz. Yesterday received quite a number of children's day presents. hahas, shall treasure them since it's the last yr lerh. But, Mr Ken Lee de present, the eraser I used liao, so not in perfect state. Shall post the pics in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, teacher's day concert: First, selected teachers from each level listen to a song from a headphone and tried to sing it out. Then, the rest of the teachers from the same level will try to guess the song. It's hard you know. But, only got one eng song so far, and that is When I Grow Up, think it will be nicer if there's more eng song, afterall, 6a-ians listen to eng songs more, Lolx. Then, think is the teacher dance.. The p2s teachers danced to the song, Nobody by Wonder Girls! And we were like there singing along. Lmao, then the host said that we could sing very well and we were asked to sing a bit. Cool rite? The whole school knows, I think. Nice. Then, the p5 teacher danced too, but this time to the song Sorry Sorry By Super Seniors. Nice, Mr Ken Lee was in it too. Great effort. Finally, P And VP, Mr Teoh and Ms Teh danced to that song too, with Mr Jo's guidance and a few more p5 teachers as dancers... hahas, it's nice. Nice concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then the concert ended. We did not receive any presents from Mrs Tan yet by that time and tot that she will not give us any. We are follish, aren't we? Then when we got back to class, Tammy say maybe when MT comes in, the whole class could sing the song Heartless by Kanye West. Lolx, and we started singing a bit, How could u be so heartless??? Rofls. But she came in with our presents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's nice. How nice to be a child..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4344701006116960967?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4344701006116960967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4344701006116960967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4344701006116960967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4344701006116960967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6661656501439375969</id><published>2009-09-29T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:35:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel darn mean today</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't exactly a good day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, was on the way to recess and Denise was there stepping on my shoe purposely. Then, Jannat started doing the same... Ugh! Then, I was like darn angry, cos I'm trying to figure out Lynn's solution to a Maths question. So, I turned around and asked denise to stop doing it. They stopped when we reached the stairs, so it's not too bad la. Cos if they still do it, I might trip. Lmao, lucky I did not huh? Mayb I am making a mountain out of a molehill, afterall I did not get hurt and neither is my shoe dirty. Shall let this matter pass! yes, this matter shall pass! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I can't stand her at times, I dunno what happened, but obviously she changed. She laughs and smiles over nth and I was like erm... Where's the old her? Izzit really becos of just a silly person? Cant believe that... Hope she can change back, although Im not saying it's wrong to change. Afterall, everyone will change, but how can she change so much in such a short period of time?(Not referring to Denise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6661656501439375969?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6661656501439375969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6661656501439375969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6661656501439375969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6661656501439375969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-darn-mean-today.html' title='Feel darn mean today'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-6407934347469960049</id><published>2009-09-26T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:44:44.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm...</title><content type='html'>Wells, Tammy just went offline liao, so I decided to blog. Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now chatted with tammy abt quite a lot of bad things. Oops, shall not say a word more abt this. It's highly confidencial u noe? If you don't, now u do! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at facebook. And asked Rachel to send me power bombs for the Friends Chain Game. She sent me 200!! Good old Rachel!! Hahas.. I guess it will help. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, visited Tammy and Shadzee's blog, read and tagged. Then, blogged? Well, this post is quite lame rite? Cos i dunno wad to &lt;s&gt;type&lt;/s&gt; blog. Erm, played big Barn Bets on Fb, random game. Not as nice as other games, but still played. The Roller Coaster Kingdom game changed! No visitors one, you must book a bus or limo or wadeva and wait for the vehicled to arrive before the visitors arrive. Took hell damn long. Haiz, will take a longer time to lvl up now liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kung Fu Pet game, CANNOT LVL UP!!! IMPOSSIBLE. The opponents were armed with super lot of weapons and defence and cant win, instead keep losing lorhs. Now, can only depend on teh training and rent to lvl lerhs. Haiz, that's so much longer lehs. No choice larh, just do it. Lolx, NIKE! Wonder how long it will take to beat Dog's score, bet damn long... Shall see first... Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-6407934347469960049?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6407934347469960049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=6407934347469960049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6407934347469960049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/6407934347469960049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/uhm_26.html' title='Uhm...'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5526442317774486469</id><published>2009-09-24T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:52:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectures</title><content type='html'>Recently, got a lot of lectures, okay, not a lot larh, a couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all cos of... our behaviour... Our behaviour practically sux. Haiz, not much to say in this post actually.. Erm, shall just talk abt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, DM talked to us about our actions, and why our day is so bad and ebcos it all started from LC day. Then, fine... Went back to class, Erm, started doin our work? Today, I really wonder what's wrong with Mrs Tan. She suddenly give damn lot of hw. There's PSLE Maths, complete all, PSLE Eng, complete all, Synthesis And Transformation, complete all, Maths Made Easy ALSO COMPLETE ALL!!! And, I think she only wanna us to MME until chapter 2, but somehow I do until chapter 4. AND, ALL HW MUZ BE COMPLETED BY NEXT TUESDAY!! For those who did not do extra, what are they gonna do? I really wonder if they will go mad, uhm, slightly mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, just did a few pages, cos i dun feel like doin and will get not good answers, so here I am, blogging, while playing Friends Chain Game on fb, Jing Yi say I wont be able to beat her. Let's see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5526442317774486469?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5526442317774486469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5526442317774486469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5526442317774486469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5526442317774486469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/lectures.html' title='Lectures'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-46273642129627587</id><published>2009-09-22T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:10:20.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno wad day..</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's HITLER back agn.. .Lolx, im not exactly Hitler, but just a nicname Tammy gave me, im not sure why lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a 'dunno wad day it is', other than iit's a tuesday... Today, still okay larh, overall. When we were moving the tables, like change? DM was outside of classroom, listening to the noise we make. I did not make a lot of noise, except for a bit chit-chat here and there.. Then, Mother Tongue, used the whole 1h to o thru papers nad zhi shi bao. Heehee, nice time! But then SCI came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it's all well, Ms Yap is in a happy mood, but the gurls in the first two rows, shall not mention who, kept talking, actually they were not talking larh, they are... :X Then, Ms Yap scolded us for not telling her the ans she wants btu we are still talking... In the end, supp class, still okay, not as bad as sci lesson during curriculum time... Is curriculum spelt liddat? I Eng sux, as well as Cl... Haiz, muz buck up and kick the habit of com agn. THE HABIT IS BACK!!! Sickening leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, shall end here liao, dun wanna spend too much time, cos ltr got tuition. And TAMMY, NEXT TIME, PLS PLS DUN TELL ME TO PASS STH TO ** TO U, OKAY???!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-46273642129627587?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/46273642129627587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=46273642129627587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/46273642129627587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/46273642129627587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/dunno-wad-day.html' title='Dunno wad day..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-965108004497167784</id><published>2009-09-20T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:11:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEALER!!!!</title><content type='html'>WTFH!!! My jeans which was hung outside to dry was stolen! Freak... The hanger drop and the jeans drop and someone steal it. the stealer... Bian Tai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fav jeans, the idiot. If i find out who it was, i'll go complain.. Stupid idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-965108004497167784?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/965108004497167784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=965108004497167784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/965108004497167784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/965108004497167784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/stealer.html' title='STEALER!!!!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5109842813742654078</id><published>2009-09-20T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:37:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 13 minute survey</title><content type='html'>Gonna go a quiz as sabo-ed by Tammy Wong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 1.23 pm(nice, 123)&lt;br /&gt;Name: Tan Bao Xuan! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sister: None&lt;br /&gt;Brother : Two(worst luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour : Black (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : 9 or 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair : Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing : One on each side! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hieght: 165cm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are u wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;- CLothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do u live ?&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore, CCK (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite numbers: 3, 7, 30.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks : LemonTeaa~!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite months : April, June, December and January &lt;br /&gt;Favorite beakfast : Noideaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Have you ever ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car : No way!&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane : To Shanghai &amp; Germanyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub : Yeah! =D&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : No, just lay afloat on it..&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school : Nearly did. Was too tired and class was boring. xP&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when somone died : Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : No, unless i super sian? xP&lt;br /&gt;Save e-mails: Important ones nia...&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on : Not in bgr way, but yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------What is ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your room like ? a room of an ordinary preteen? Erm, pretty normal, with beds and study table and AIR-CON!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;What is right beside you? AIr. o.o&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing u ate ? Uhm, fried rice for lunch. Yumyum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Ever had----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox : Yeahs. &lt;br /&gt;Sorethroat : Yupps. xD&lt;br /&gt;Stiches : Nahh and doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : OMG, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Do you----------&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight : Think i do..&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Alright. Yes, damn fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Who----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you last yell at? Erm, i think is my nephew... O.o&lt;br /&gt;Was the last person you danced with? No dance&lt;br /&gt;Who last made you smile? Jia&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses? Yea, but hope to chnage to contact lens! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Final Questions----------&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? the sound of me typing and the sound of the fan turning...&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today? Ate breakfast and lunch, watched tv and did hw, blogged and fb and many more..&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl? Diamondd :)&lt;br /&gt;Are you the oldest? Nopes! My gran is. (:&lt;br /&gt;Indoors or outdoors? Outdoors~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Today did you----------&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you like? Like as in friendfriend, yes. o.o&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss anyone? Nah&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick? Is red eyes considered??&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing? Yesterday yes, today no, but maybe&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to an ex? Didn't even have one.. =='&lt;br /&gt;6. Miss someone? No but miss a place--GERMANY!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat: Yeapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Last person who----------&lt;br /&gt;8. You talked to on the phone? Hmm, Jing Wen&lt;br /&gt;9. Made you cry? Erm, if im not wrong is daddy&lt;br /&gt;10. Went to the movies with? SQUEEZIES aka LUXSTARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. You went to the mall with? Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Have you----------&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Mexico? Nopes. o.o&lt;br /&gt;20. been to USA? Eh? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Random----------&lt;br /&gt;21. Have a crush on someone? Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;22. What books are you reading right now? Finished reading liaos&lt;br /&gt;23. Best feeling in the world? When Im on a roller coaster screaming to vent my sadness/anger&lt;br /&gt;24. Future kids names: Too young to think of it... Im very guai &lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Yes! Doodoo&lt;br /&gt;26. What’s under your bed? Another bed?&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sport(s) to watch? Badminton &amp; Swimming. (:&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite place? Mall&lt;br /&gt;32. Who do you really hate? Too tired to do so... Hating ppl makes u feel worse &lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have a job? Nooo&lt;br /&gt;34.What time is it now? 1.36pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With however long it took you to complete this,post this as “My __ minute survey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, took 13 mins to finish it.. 13!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5109842813742654078?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5109842813742654078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5109842813742654078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5109842813742654078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5109842813742654078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-13-minute-survey.html' title='My 13 minute survey'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4363813936625013327</id><published>2009-09-19T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:42:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm...</title><content type='html'>Wells, hello agn.. Im lame rite? Lolx. Anyways, today went aim-a, on the way saw Brian, he had just finished his lesson. I asked him abt the post-psle party thingy, he say not confirmed yet. Fine with me, anyway, i oso dunno how to tell my parents abt it... Im stuck! As in like, i wanna go, but mayb parents dun allow. Typical parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Jia got what hw today and found out there's damn lot of hw to be done! Shit! Will i b able to complete all??? Hope so, that's my wish, fairy godmother, pls pls grant this wish of mine... Now blogging, but not much thing to write. Oh Ya! Today is teh last day of enrichment tuitions. YES! Cos i hate writing compos... Lmao, Im supposed to complete two sets of other sch exam papers b4 i use com, but heck care, aft this blog post, i will do it. Hope i can complete really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope my brother, dun see this, cos Im using his Macbook. Or rather, is my mom let me use one larh, she told bro she using, but nvr say i using. Damn scared ltr bro c then i get scolding agn, he can really blow his top... Nonetheless, Im used to their beatings and scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. agn, IM NOT SAYING THEY ABUSE MEEE!!!! XD Dun misunderstood hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4363813936625013327?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4363813936625013327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4363813936625013327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4363813936625013327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4363813936625013327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/uhm.html' title='Uhm...'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-2597470812829166664</id><published>2009-09-17T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:38:05.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/SrIs12B7NaI/AAAAAAAAACk/z2nmEFXrxVA/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/SrIs12B7NaI/AAAAAAAAACk/z2nmEFXrxVA/s320/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382413808209442210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, changed blogskin agn, cos the previous one, the code i accidentally moved the cbox somewhere else ans lazy move back and fix the whole thing... So, here it is(the new one)! It's CL PSLE LC tmr, so shall not talk more. Anyways, teh above is Blossom's master piece for me, Fab rite? hahas, i think so! I promsied ya and I did it! I did not break my promsie! Whee Hee! hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone for ya exam tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm really alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-2597470812829166664?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2597470812829166664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=2597470812829166664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2597470812829166664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/2597470812829166664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EogNpLasytQ/SrIs12B7NaI/AAAAAAAAACk/z2nmEFXrxVA/s72-c/DSC03038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718113164748864753.post-7659694549847634233</id><published>2009-09-11T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:06:42.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Lesson</title><content type='html'>last night maths tuition is fun, for once I find it, lolx. Cos is a make-up lesson, so just do maths paper 2.. Doing doing. Then, Mr Raj say," Those who finish arh, can hand in hte paper and go home..." i was like O.o... So finished paper. Saw Jia still doing, so I waited for her and packed up a bit. I think she saw me pack up then wanna leave oso, and I saw she pack up I oso pack up lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then handed in paper, went, and it's liek only 7.20 and tuition shld end at 7.45.. Early dismissal, I was damn happy... Then, emerged from tuition centre door, tried to get phone signal. CANT, Dammit. Then walked a bit, and miraculously, got signal lerhs. Called mom and she tot I sick lorhs. While I talked, Jia was there laughin. WTH, very funneh meh? Haiz, she say yeah. Then, a moment ltr, her mom came and my mom phoned me ot go main street wait for her. Walked and it was damn black and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx, so fun... I LUV seeing the Maths tuition teacher, Mr Raj in normal clothes, not business clothes, as in the western suit. COS.. that means he's kinda relaxed and happy. And is kinda true, Wednesday he was in business suit, then Alicia forgot to bring the paper for the second time. And he erupted, okays, not saying he volcano larh, i not so mean... Erm, let's juz say he hit the roof... And he kind of slammed the door. The atmosphere was dman tense at that time lorx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally completed online hw, and updated blog, as requested by Tammy Wong Ying Qi. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Decided to take away the Music Player, cos the songs always erm..dunno wad's rong.. but cant play. Tired of settling it everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7659694549847634233?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7659694549847634233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7659694549847634233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7659694549847634233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7659694549847634233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/maths-lesson.html' title='Maths Lesson'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8771395298830566729</id><published>2009-09-02T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:01:02.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube vids</title><content type='html'>Hey! Back with some vids. Check em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1GH92mv1cg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1GH92mv1cg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8771395298830566729?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8771395298830566729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8771395298830566729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8771395298830566729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8771395298830566729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/youtube-vids.html' title='Youtube vids'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1475485597540348380</id><published>2009-08-31T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:45:58.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'cher's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A very Happy T'cher's Day to all teacher! ~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, waiting for JW in canteen... She did not turn up so we went up first. Assembly, the pledge taker forgot abt the school song. Lolx, then went to class, followed sitting arrangement written on whiteboard. *JW was late*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat and had our first game some time ltr. Nic, Shawn, May and Poon were chosen to play. Nic lost and had to forfeit, dance to a song. Hahas...Quite high at tt time larhs. Then, forgot wad game, but i think is the container with water and sweet game. Wad luck man, at first chose Shadz, but shadz fasting and scared ltr wil drink the water... Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then redraw and MEEEE!!! Shit! And nellie. Shucks man. And so I wanted to end the game faster, so tried to win. I follow Nellie one lor, I see his way of doin and copied hiim... O.o Im a copy-human... Won and he oso forfeit. He leaped like a frog around the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next recess and assembly. Assembly not bad larh, first the Aces Day thingy... Then t'cher day celebration. Okay okay lorh. I like the performance by Fikha. Nice one! The rest okay larhs.. Then after that( I mean assembly), went back to class and did analysis, or wadeva it's spelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rearranged table and Went home. XD The game played with Nellie was damn freaky, I was like shaking after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bottle leaked and my bag and books wet. Shit! UGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1475485597540348380?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1475485597540348380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1475485597540348380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1475485597540348380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1475485597540348380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/tchers-day-2009.html' title='T&apos;cher&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-5531333930053619275</id><published>2009-08-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:15:36.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>O-V-E-R!! That's how you spell over. Hahas, that's pretty lame, i noe. but, PRELIMS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! And I've decided to ban it. Hope this ban works fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the sci paper, can do all. So, quite okay larhs. For section B, the very very first question, when they ask you to name the part, a lot of peeps rite ~ but i rite **... hahas, so peeps who miss exam wont noe. Anyways, I doubt they will visit lorhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after paper, Ms Cheng played game with us. Qutie fun to me even thoguh educational, think cos I damn high at that time. Rofls. Then recess. After recess, Mrs Tan nvr cum and Mr Jason relief. Shall not talk abt what happen. Anyways, nice time in class! After reading finish my book, I watch Blossom while she draw. Man, she draw damn nice lehs. She even gave the drawing to me, I requested. Wanted to post the drawing on blog, shall do it another time. Btw, I can post pics lerhs! But decided not to post Germany pics, cos like happen long time ago liaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CL lesson, got like one-hour talk. Abt the scoring system, or rather part of it. And lecture abt hws and behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LYNN, WHEN DID YOU EVERY TELL US MUZ HAND IN ZUO WEN ON MON???!!! BET YOU WERE DREAMING AT THAT TIME!!!! Then t'cher damn angry lorh and lynn say she got say but sj say next mt lesson then hand in. Duh~ The swindler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-5531333930053619275?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5531333930053619275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=5531333930053619275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5531333930053619275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/5531333930053619275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/over.html' title='OVER!!!'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-7223993299564911762</id><published>2009-08-26T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:06:13.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Exam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ugh, What are you doing, TAN BAO XUAN!!!! UGH!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I've been asknig myself since today's exam... I actually got one 5-marks question wrong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells, all was quite well until... I was doing, and saw the question and told myself, I'll change it ltr, cos I noe i wrong lerhs... But, the QUARDRANT question took up a lot of my time... And I had totally no time to check. Juz flipping thru the papers. And, I saw...the question I said I'll change ltr!!!! it was already 24mins and like 38s??? Somewhere there larhs... I was actually hesistating!!!! WTh and the teacher was like walking to the back and to the front. I was actually hoping that he will stay at the front longer, so I got time to change... Hahas, I'm such a cheat. Anyways, I was tooooo naive... He went to the back and said time's up, stop writing. And guess what? My bro's name, Wan Jie is in the paper... Hahas, my mum say the setter miss him, btu i tot, maybe cos no other names setter can think of... WJ, you are still as famous now as before, even though u left UPS. Rofls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth, i was thinking. Im so damning angry at myself man. Hate myself to the core at that moment. FREAK! But, at least one exam is over and remaining left one... Saw class pics, okay okay larh... Realised that Loo and Joanne nvr read instruction, they correct their name in the wrong way. Hahas, but AQUA did it correctly. Hahas, use nicnames so remain anonymous... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just asked mum if she wanna the pics. She say yeapps. Ask me decide myself, I hate it when eeryone said that, cos it makes my one head two big(direct translation from Chinese)... Actually, was waiting for Mrs Tan to cum to staffroom, so I can pass her the pics, but she already in conference room liaos, so Mdm Law placed it on her table for us. Thks Mdm Law~ But, Mr Ken Lee was there and wanted to see the pics, so gif him see lorhs. He said, "为什么没有叫我们去拍的啊？？？" How would I noe? maybe cos you not form teacher barhs. And I was like Ohhhhh nooooo, when he saw the pics... haiz, at least he didn't say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIJ, teacher looking for u for sth juz now rite? Is good thing I suppose, hahas, gratz! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. All, Good Luck for Science exam tmr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-7223993299564911762?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7223993299564911762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=7223993299564911762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7223993299564911762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/7223993299564911762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/maths-exam.html' title='Maths Exam...'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-4992502064159904203</id><published>2009-08-24T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:30:57.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning.</title><content type='html'>ABCDEFG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly what the world should be, but the world isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEFG--A Boy Can Do Everything For Girls! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-4992502064159904203?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4992502064159904203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=4992502064159904203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4992502064159904203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/4992502064159904203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/meaning.html' title='Meaning.'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-444378421025874139</id><published>2009-08-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:22:28.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam started</title><content type='html'>Haiz, exams has started, BUT, it will be ending in like 3 days??? BUT once more, here comes the msot important exam after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Eng, for LC, quite okay barhs. For Paper 2, the synthesis and cloze passage got problem. Not paper got problem, is I got problem. The cloze passage, they state wad ...______ ancient belief. I write as, Jing Wen wrote in and Lynn wrote unlike. AHHH!!! All different answer, but chel and lynn write same... Jia, Jia You in remembering the question. I dun believe u will leave questions blank and I believe u have lots of time to check... XD Synthesis, the last question, is in past tense, so can write having??? Hmmm... have to depend, think depend on dunno wad clause conjunction clause or phrase conjunction phrase or sth liddat. Dun ask why Im able to cum online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz hope it's alright, have cl compo as hw, tmr is cl paper 2, the portion where I suck liek science. But science not so scary... Lolx. No fb-ing, playing roller coaster kingdom. INTRODUCED BY MS LOW JING WEN!!! XP Need 7 more neighbours to upgrade further. So, those peeps I invited to be my neighbour, BE A KIND SOUL!!! BE MY NEIGHBOUR!! in the game, nvr in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dun worry Tammy if u are, COS, im not gonna ask the perv to add ya in msn. Hey, anyway, izzit true that a lot of 12 yrs ols have bf in sing??? No rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-444378421025874139?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/444378421025874139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=444378421025874139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/444378421025874139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/444378421025874139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-started.html' title='Exam started'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8155291268543131695</id><published>2009-08-22T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:23:47.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous MSN</title><content type='html'>Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only now that i noe MSN is so damning dangerous...There's a guy, who added my in MSN, i tot he's someone I noe. But, he turned outta to be a damning perv!!1 Freak. He did not even noe me, but somehow, he noes my name, my full name, nth else. And said wad im the gal he admired? STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he showed me... shall not say what he showed... Juz hope he's gone for good and when he die, go to hell, not heaven! UGH! So, BEWARE of who you add in msn! I find myself kinda toot oso, go add him. ARGH! Lemme try to erase what happened from my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasing in progress, dun disturb. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8155291268543131695?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8155291268543131695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8155291268543131695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8155291268543131695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8155291268543131695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/dangerous-msn.html' title='Dangerous MSN'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-256379391146929210</id><published>2009-08-20T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:44:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MT Oral</title><content type='html'>Ugh, Disaster, cant post pics. Forget abt Germany Pics then... Stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for CL Oral today. Damn freaky and nervous... But not bad, school got provide breakfast for those nvr eat breakfast one... Waited in Waiting Room. Got air-con! Olah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my turn, I think my reading still considered quite okays. But pic, uhm... how say arh. Lert's just say I talked abt the things but when cum to Conversation, i wanna say abt the gurl at pond, but ended up saying abt the *flora*. Shit. WHat's rong wif me today??? And finished reading my super thick book borrowed from library while waiting in hall for dismissal. Damn long waiting. Then my leg go numb and super restless after a while, but continued reading. Then when read finished the thick book, The Dragonfly Pond, read 佐贺的超级阿嫲. Quite nice... Lolx, forced to read by mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, MY SWEET RAN OUT!!!! Haiz, tmr sweet how arh? Mayb go buy agn or dun eat. C First...Going out ltr to somewhere to *pray for grandpa*. Wil lget the smoke on my clothes but at most bath agn lor. I juz luv the water... hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fb lerhs, nth much to post liaos, except not much hw. Whee! Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-256379391146929210?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/256379391146929210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=256379391146929210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/256379391146929210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/256379391146929210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/mt-oral.html' title='MT Oral'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-776044632530337044</id><published>2009-08-19T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:45:35.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Long time no posts, i noeee... Well, the months of exams has arrived, and it seems like, so fast... Well, since I alrd said exams, I shall not be long-winded, still ahve tuition. Maths tuition is teh scariest thing on Earth! It's kinda true... So scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy, HOW TO POST PICS ARH??? I DUN HAVE THE UPLOAD PIC BUTTON!!! AND WHEN I GO TO NEW POST, THE WHOLE LAYOUT CHANGE!!!!!!!! HELLLLPPPPEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good luck to all for PSLE, and of ocurse nto to forget Prelims... After a few CL oral lessons with Mr Ken Lee, he said my oral improved! Whee! Hope can do well tmr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-776044632530337044?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/776044632530337044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=776044632530337044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/776044632530337044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/776044632530337044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-1932299736567231024</id><published>2009-08-03T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:04:10.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It all feels so much like a fantastic dream, and now, im back in singapore from germany. That super dream makes me feel so lost..what am i supposed to do now? i feel like a total zombie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps, that's exactly how i feel right nowwee... DAMN LOST IN REALITY, CAN SOMEONE PULL ME BACK???!!! well, forget it, im the only one who can pull myself back, i know... Wont talk abt the trip. Kinda played truant todah, damn tired, slept until 1 in the afternoon... Dunno if izzit i tired or im not adapted back to singapore time... Wadeva. as long as i can wake up tmr... DAmn lot hw to do... Freak, i feel like a freak doing all homework in a few daysss... Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought back GUCCI perfume, choco, and a couple of other things, cousin Goh got a few choco from me after bargaining and calling my asshole. The FREAKINGASSHOLE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget abt it, Im a gracious person.... LOLX!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-1932299736567231024?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1932299736567231024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=1932299736567231024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1932299736567231024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/1932299736567231024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4718113164748864753.post-8213407794819489655</id><published>2009-07-24T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:00:26.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz sabo-ed by Tammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Type in 16 people's names you can think of now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't read the questions until you've type in all names of the 16 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end, choose 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Names not in order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Jia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Jing Wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Shi Jun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Jonathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) WenXia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) Denise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9) Kun Han&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) Li Hua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11) Abinaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12) Ying Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13) Pei Xuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14) Alicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15) Ramadan(or wadeva it spells)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16) Joanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you meet 14?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alicia; tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jia; Hmm, no idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if 9 and 16 dated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kun Han and Joanne; Uhm, sparks may fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if 10 and 16 date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Li Hua and Joanne; NO WAY, they're no les&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jing Wen; Nice gurl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Describe 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WenXia; Hmm, speechless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ying Yi; Nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you do if 5 says he/she likes you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shi Jun; MISSION IMPOSSIBLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kun Han; Uhm, no idea, but maybe someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pei Xuan; Last Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is 2's favourite singer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tammy; Kelly Claekson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fabian; Nopes, nvr ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you ever date 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yu Jia; Of course not! We're normal, not les&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is 14 single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alicia; Yeapps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship wih 11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abianya; Yes, only if u mean friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the school 8 is studying in?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denise; UPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonathan; Doesn't concern me, so i dunno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the favourite thing about 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shi Jun; Humourous most of the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever seen 5 naked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shi Jun; NVR, AND WONT EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you every admired 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denise; nothing i find that's worth admiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invite 5 peeps to do this quiz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abinaya, Ying Yi, Kun Han, Fabian and Jing Wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~End of quiz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718113164748864753-8213407794819489655?l=sweetalive-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8213407794819489655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4718113164748864753&amp;postID=8213407794819489655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8213407794819489655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718113164748864753/posts/default/8213407794819489655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetalive-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-sabo-ed-by-tammy.html' title='Quiz sabo-ed by Tammy'/><author><name>secret...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537371912365359349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
