<?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-2628814759589002989</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:03:35.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>467</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1144369722723513558</id><published>2011-01-10T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:49:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're nowhere near. You refuse to talk to me, or tell me what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to start walking away, tearing myself away from you because I can't take this any longer. The silence between us is too deafening. I don't wanna deal with the pain of losing anyone again. You have no idea how scared and afraid I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be there for you. But meanwhile, if you are not going to chase after me, I'll keep walking away. Further and further away from you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-1144369722723513558?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1144369722723513558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1144369722723513558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1144369722723513558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1144369722723513558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-nowhere-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8813928695690761359</id><published>2010-02-08T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:59:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 days ago. Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; for like 1 hour? And I mean damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Cried again. But not for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki and Julius had to step down on Saturday. So there was this stepping down ceremony. Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Once they stepped in the CC, everyone kinda tear already. Even the teachers cry when they were giving their speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Student Council is like guy-dominated. So can you imagine all the guys in the council crying?! It was really the first time I see everyone cry together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even get to see this scene in funerals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Guess what? Then teachers bought pizzas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. It was my first time eating pizza can! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;. So I always hated pizzas... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Finally gave it a try on Saturday. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, pizzas are not that scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-8813928695690761359?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8813928695690761359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8813928695690761359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8813928695690761359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8813928695690761359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-9123515497991715735</id><published>2010-02-05T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:45:08.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21ng6FF14I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/LD-262PQ61A/s1600-h/20459_293463013678_574548678_3336494_1184876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435114140350142338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21ng6FF14I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/LD-262PQ61A/s400/20459_293463013678_574548678_3336494_1184876_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oleh&lt;/span&gt;! Today was a great day for me! Although council ended damn late today, it was still fun nevertheless. We had to prepare for Friendship Week which will be next week. I remember I will hate council a lot when they make me stay back till damn late in the night. But today, I felt otherwise! It was kinda fun making the banner for Friendship week actually... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435114130126399282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21ngT_j5zI/AAAAAAAAC-A/ua5fbKLLmS0/s400/20459_293437368678_574548678_3336336_3320980_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, today was Mr Adi's and Dannel's birthday! It was also Dannel's Daddy's birthday. So many people birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ZhanYu's&lt;/span&gt; birthday? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all February babies. Celebrated in the class during Civics. Cake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; For Mr Adi, hope you like the big card which is bought by the class and designed by June! And Dannel! I think you love the shoes you received &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;? Cheer up okay? I will still talk to you. We are still friends k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435114154000577378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21nhs7m82I/AAAAAAAAC-g/1W-x8idmAGw/s400/20459_293508203678_574548678_3336801_1642282_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435114149669046562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21nhcy5CSI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/Fqx8_Ts2D6c/s400/20459_293494588678_574548678_3336739_4663349_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Adi showed us this video featuring this guy who was born without any limbs. He said "I love living life. I am happy." And it kinda struck me why someone who doesn't have a full body is able to live life to his fullest, and can be happy and inspiring everyone around him all the time, but me being a normal person is not satisfied with what I have at the current point of life. I couldn't get over a guy who didn't want me. I still grieve over the death of my grandparents. It is a one-blow-after-another kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ZuKF3dxCY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Along the way, you might fall down. So what do you do when you fall down? Get back up. Everyone knows how to get back up. But sometimes in life when you fall down, and you feel like you do not have the strength to get back up, do you think you have hope? I am here faced down and I have no arms and no legs, it should be impossible for me to get back up, but it is not. I will try 100 times to get up. If I fail 100 times and I give up, do you think that I am ever gonna get up? NO! If I fail and I try again and again and again, this is not the end. It matters how you are gonna finish. Are you gonna finish strong? And you find that strength to get back up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435114135851642722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21ngpUkL2I/AAAAAAAAC-I/AO8FWnexiMI/s400/20459_293437583678_574548678_3336338_5881315_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There above, the geometric progression that Mr Adi came up with... He gave us the mathematical proof saying that so long as we just try and try again in life, we will get it one day. But provided the probability is not 0 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, for example that Mr Adi gave, trying to survive after jumping n floors? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I was so silly to tell Larissa and Ian who sitting beside me at that point of time, "I should try again and again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? I think the probability isn't zero yet. Maybe I will still stand a chance..." I guess the attachment is still there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt; "Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I think I have sorted out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thinkings&lt;/span&gt;. ]I guess it is still acceptable that I am sad over the deaths of my grandparents but it was really stupid of me to be sad over a lost relationship for so long and he could probably already have moved on. So yeah from that video, I learnt that I must be happy with what I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. And MOVE ON WITH LIFE... I will just let it go. I will think of him no more. I will love living life. And be happy... &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/2628814759589002989-9123515497991715735?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9123515497991715735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=9123515497991715735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9123515497991715735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9123515497991715735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/oleh-today-was-great-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S21ng6FF14I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/LD-262PQ61A/s72-c/20459_293463013678_574548678_3336494_1184876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5526062026360431085</id><published>2010-02-04T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:00:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was so fun today! I think this is the first time PE was so fun. 09S08 played Tag. It was like the game of catching. The game will start off with one catcher first. Once the catcher caught someone, that someone would need to follow the catcher to catch the rest. Then as the catcher catches more and more people, the catchers would need to link up. Haha. It was damn fun lah. Imagine almost the whole class holding hand in hand trying to catch the last person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Orientation 2010 ended yesterday. I felt so extra yesterday can. Haha. Because I missed the last 4 days of orientation and only went back on the last day. My OG which I was attached to didn't quite get used to me. Ah... Sad. But that was because I went back only on the last day. Yeah. Just felt super extra. I just couldn't seem to fit in lah. Sian. Should have just report to school today and give orientation a total miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, back to today, today wasn't really my day? J1s had this evaluation form regarding Orientation to do today lah. And everyone in council was so happy to see the feedbacks that their OG gave. And Leslie was called a cute potato? HAHA. I told this to our clique, and XuanYing was like "HAHAHA! DA FAN SHU! ZHEN DE MEI SHUO CUO!" Haha. Then Leslie rebutted lor... "At least I have an OG to call me that..." It was so obvious that he was refering that I don't even have an OG and I shouldn't say much. I was kinda angry and sad at the same time luh. Very much did I wanted to rebut him back lor. Do you think I would want to miss Orientation for 4 days and only to come back on the last day to see how I can't fit into Orientation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Forget it. My ultimate aim of going to school: Straight As for A levels! Haha. Well, I have this hunch that my PW will be a B or below :( Ahhhhhh. Forget it. 1 subject only mah. Okay. Plenty to do today. I have to catch up with school work! Missed 5 school days. And council tomorrow and Saturday again. Sian.&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/2628814759589002989-5526062026360431085?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5526062026360431085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5526062026360431085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5526062026360431085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5526062026360431085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-pe-was-so-fun-today-i-think-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4904871096758047825</id><published>2010-02-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:25:14.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Too many times we put our hearts on the line, hoping that this time, things are going to be different. And too many times, we play the waiting game because we are too afraid of making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- runawaytrain.tumblr.com&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-4904871096758047825?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4904871096758047825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4904871096758047825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4904871096758047825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4904871096758047825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-many-times-we-put-our-hearts-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6402353355643143490</id><published>2010-02-02T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:35:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello! I just came back from the funeral in Malaysia. 5 hours ride. Tired sia. Emotionally and physically tired. Plus hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. PoPo isn't here with us already. Just not used to it lah. Ahhhh. Damn. I told myself on the way home that I won't be emo anymore. But you know, there are stuff that you shouldn't be thinking so as to make yourself feel better, but they just keep appearing in your mind. My cousin said that PoPo will always be in our hearts, so we should not grieve for her anymore. Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will be sad for only today. Grieve no more. Emo no more. Ahhhhh. I know I can't do it. But I will try. I want to lead a happy life. And I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now do I realise that being happy can be such a difficult thing.&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/2628814759589002989-6402353355643143490?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6402353355643143490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6402353355643143490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6402353355643143490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6402353355643143490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-i-just-came-back-from-funeral-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-695238100100382845</id><published>2010-01-30T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:00:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sigh. It was only last month that my grandfather just passed away, and now, my grandmother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still perfectly fine the night before. Ahhhhhhhh. I was so busy with council work these few days that I only came back home at like 9 to 10 plus. I didnt get the chance to have the last dinner with her. Okay. Probably I did have the last dinner with her but I don't know how long ago it was... Last Thursday is it? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really still fine... It was like any typical night. She slept and never woke up again... Sigh. One night and she's gone. She left us just like that... Days before she passed away, she still reminded my maid to wash her shoes for Chinese New Year. And she asked my mama if she could go to my paternal grandmother's house to visit her during Chinese New Year. She wasn't even ready to leave us yet... How did things change to become like this?&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/2628814759589002989-695238100100382845?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/695238100100382845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=695238100100382845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/695238100100382845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/695238100100382845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4008530612584178387</id><published>2010-01-29T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:51:53.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it the love or the attachment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-4008530612584178387?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4008530612584178387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4008530612584178387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4008530612584178387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4008530612584178387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-love-or-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2570790411089816912</id><published>2010-01-27T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:31:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One blow after another.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to my world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-2570790411089816912?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2570790411089816912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2570790411089816912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2570790411089816912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2570790411089816912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-blow-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2596786870895663757</id><published>2010-01-26T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:17:43.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ewwww. There was this 20 year old female who added me on MSN and asked if I am a male. How on earth is my name in my email address in any way suggest that I am male? Then obviously I answered no right? But she continued with what cam thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said this...&lt;br /&gt;Well i don't do yahoo cam or any other cam because i have been recorded before... But i do know one site you can watch me on cam, that assures me no one records...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah seh. Freak me out lah. I am all alone in the living room now lah. I am feeling damn scared now lah. I still needa close and lock the door and off the light. Gonna freak me much. Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Now Dannel also got the same conversation. Sending chills down my spine sia.... &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/2628814759589002989-2596786870895663757?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2596786870895663757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2596786870895663757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2596786870895663757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2596786870895663757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/ewwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7617723782962136859</id><published>2010-01-24T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:01:40.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OOOOH&lt;/span&gt; LA LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Finally back from the 3 days 2 nights camp! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't bathe for the day. Okay. I will bathe soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soooon&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;... I REALLY WILL BATHE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mass dance!!! Everyone just get high together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;. Just shake shake shake together man! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wooooah&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. That's one thing that I enjoy about the camp, or is it the only thing? :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh. Sleeping time! Best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. The sleeping bag was super damn cooling. So damn comfortable that I didn't wanna get up :P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Council Intro is another segment that I like more during the camp. The council have to present ourselves in front of the J1s. So yeah, must rehearse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone will have to pose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. My pose was damn cool can. Must credit this to my 'Clap Partner' who 'upgraded' my pose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. You probably won't understand what I am saying unless you are him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I think Leslie won't even understand what I am referring at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. In summary, just know that my pose is damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So yeah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Schoool&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow eh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;. Die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. School activities all non-stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. How am I to last about 2 more weeks? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Test of stamina. Stress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. Next big thing: Orientation 2010. 5 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tiredddddd&lt;/span&gt;. Give me a break. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. Holidays anytime soon?&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/2628814759589002989-7617723782962136859?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7617723782962136859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7617723782962136859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7617723782962136859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7617723782962136859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/ooooh-la-la-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5831762725767284536</id><published>2010-01-22T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:42:06.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so damn damn damn tired. SHAG.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at like midnight and woke up at 4am to study damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt;. Damn screwed. But one good thing is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt; is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I need my sleep. But dry run camp 2 is taking my beauty sleep away.&lt;br /&gt;Help.  Will be back on Sunday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;. POOF! There goes my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-5831762725767284536?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5831762725767284536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5831762725767284536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5831762725767284536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5831762725767284536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2178793425907095215</id><published>2010-01-21T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:53:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shag now. Damn shag. Extremely shag :( I have been sleeping quite late these few days. I used to sleep at 2 in the morning in the past, and wake up feeling normal. But now, I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; already. Ending up sleeping in every lesson or lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt; paper. And I haven't really start studying for it yet? Ah. Shucks. Plus Orientation is like next Thursday. So many things not done yet eh! Tired tired tired... And Dry Run Camp 2 tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Hate camps. I don't wanna stay overnight in school. So scary, you know. I haven't got enough rest for this week yet, and this dry run camp is gonna drain all my energy for the next week. I need my weekend :(&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/2628814759589002989-2178793425907095215?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2178793425907095215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2178793425907095215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2178793425907095215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2178793425907095215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrrrrrr-i-feel-so-shag-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4738801950822682103</id><published>2010-01-20T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:56:26.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S1b71cAjHMI/AAAAAAAAC94/jxV4FfCJZFg/s1600-h/tumblr_kwjjbzHAVs1qaxvzfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428803296311844034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S1b71cAjHMI/AAAAAAAAC94/jxV4FfCJZFg/s400/tumblr_kwjjbzHAVs1qaxvzfo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-4738801950822682103?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4738801950822682103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4738801950822682103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4738801950822682103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4738801950822682103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S1b71cAjHMI/AAAAAAAAC94/jxV4FfCJZFg/s72-c/tumblr_kwjjbzHAVs1qaxvzfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2641366578782605067</id><published>2010-01-19T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:56:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roma&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mamaa&lt;/span&gt;! Ga-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-ooh-la-la!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428345028407806594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S1VbCvCBSoI/AAAAAAAAC9w/btYKmVrHdTk/s400/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Stress! Busy week ahead! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Academics&lt;/span&gt; and Council. Only 2 days out of a week have passed, counting Monday as the first day of my week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. 5 more days and a new week ahead once again, BUT a week closer to A levels. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;! A levels. Then I saw this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yibo's&lt;/span&gt; status a few days back... &lt;strong&gt;When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.&lt;/strong&gt; So yeah, another 10 to 11 months I guess or is it lesser? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 18 this year eh. Supposed to be feeling happy that I can go clubbing and learn driving! But I kinda feel sad that I am actually going into adulthood soon. More responsibilities, more burdens and higher expectations from people around me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I must slap myself awake. Time won't stop for me! Just move on man. Come to think of it, it was only a few years back when I was playing with the remote control car, and now I can actually go register to learn driving! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;. Damn cool can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt;1. 3 papers down. 2 more to go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Ah. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;. Staying at home to study for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt; can really drive me crazy. Like serious crazy. Then after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt;, it will be like all council work? Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mind telling me what's on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You came back as I was to let go of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You told me everything that could probably melt my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But looking at how things are working now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What exactly is going through your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I supposed to continue to wait for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or relieve myself by letting everything go?&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-2641366578782605067?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2641366578782605067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2641366578782605067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2641366578782605067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2641366578782605067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah-roma-roma-mamaa-ga.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/S1VbCvCBSoI/AAAAAAAAC9w/btYKmVrHdTk/s72-c/Picture+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8208528182015214569</id><published>2010-01-06T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:22:07.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello people. I guess nobody reads my blog now. This blog of mine is really screwed. If some random people were to just start reading my blog, they would probably be confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's over. Really over. Hard to believe it, but it's really over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Everything changed after I came back from Taiwan. 6 days was all it took for one to finally bring out the courage to tell me that the feelings were gone 4 months ago. Right. So since it was gone, let it be then. I shall slowly accept the fact and hate no one. Nobody will believe if I said it didn't hurt. I believe and I strongly believe that the promises, the commitments, the sweet-talks, the coaxing, and our so-called 'future' were once so true. And I still believe that there wasn't any third party involved, be it during or in the almost-ending relationship, although many said that it could probably be the ultimate reason. Well, now that you said that we can be friends. I really hope that's gonna be the last thing you said that's going to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Council teachers made it compulsory for all councillors to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LUE&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. I just got the notice when I came back on Sunday. Well, I don't deny that the teachers did say they wanted us to take them, but they didn't confirm it! And obviously I wouldn't take it to heart right? Now it is confirmed and will be held on this bloody Friday. 8am to 8pm? 4 papers in a day. Gonna kill me much. Not gonna study for it. Rather focus more on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Shucks. Wasting time on Friday.&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/2628814759589002989-8208528182015214569?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8208528182015214569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8208528182015214569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8208528182015214569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8208528182015214569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2121831163979687590</id><published>2009-12-20T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:49:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very much do I wanna talk to him properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All he gave was nothing but sarcastic remarks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-2121831163979687590?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2121831163979687590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2121831163979687590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2121831163979687590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2121831163979687590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-much-do-i-wanna-talk-to-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8497506170011163081</id><published>2009-12-20T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:44:18.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whenever I am down&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am sad&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;You are not there to be my listening ear&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me there alone to face the problem all by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to run away from the cruel reality.&lt;br /&gt;Too much memories with you in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;With so many more things to complete,&lt;br /&gt;It piles up onto my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remain in Malaysia where I can be myself.&lt;br /&gt;With the accompany of my cousins, keeping my mind occupied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can temporarily abandon the stress.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this would probably be a better getaway for me&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/2628814759589002989-8497506170011163081?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8497506170011163081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8497506170011163081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8497506170011163081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8497506170011163081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/whenever-i-am-down-whenever-i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1438444407492591276</id><published>2009-12-03T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:35:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am going to Taiwan on the 29th December to the 3rd of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dom about it...&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing he said was not:&lt;br /&gt;"How long will you be going there for?"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"When are you coming back?"&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;"Can you buy something back for me?"&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-1438444407492591276?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1438444407492591276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1438444407492591276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1438444407492591276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1438444407492591276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-taiwan-on-29th-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-755818287974905600</id><published>2009-12-02T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:21:02.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay. Hmmm. I am so lazy to blog these few days. Haha. I wanted to blog about last last Sunday on the amazing race that Larissa, XuanYing, Dannel, Leslie and me joined. It was organised by the CDAC. If we were to get the first prize, we will be able to win $60 each! But sigh... We got there first, but somehow we cannot get the $60... Sian. Blog about it another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am leading a sad life now. It is nothing but council every other day... I needa report to on Friday, next Monday, next Tuesday and a dry run camp on next Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Argh. I don't wanna stayover in school... I wanna go home... It's like ARGHHH. I really wanna sleep on bed in my room and not on some sleeping bag in the classroom.&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/2628814759589002989-755818287974905600?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/755818287974905600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=755818287974905600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/755818287974905600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/755818287974905600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6609837011480277350</id><published>2009-11-23T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:48:06.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to blog about my day yesterday. I was happy and sad at the same time. But I guess I won't have the mood to blog about yesterday now. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6609837011480277350?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6609837011480277350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6609837011480277350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6609837011480277350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6609837011480277350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-316727667921060747</id><published>2009-11-18T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:20:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwPuWx0P3NI/AAAAAAAAC9I/BYr4j-BSw3o/s1600/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405426052871740626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwPuWx0P3NI/AAAAAAAAC9I/BYr4j-BSw3o/s400/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic...&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know where he is. Haha&lt;br /&gt;He's at work.&lt;br /&gt; And I miss him loads!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. Come back quick!&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been meeting for er 3 days... :(&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet up soonnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-316727667921060747?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/316727667921060747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=316727667921060747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/316727667921060747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/316727667921060747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/dominic.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwPuWx0P3NI/AAAAAAAAC9I/BYr4j-BSw3o/s72-c/Picture+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-767628649657440908</id><published>2009-11-17T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:25:19.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwKfYnmanMI/AAAAAAAAC9A/zskWC7XWPWs/s1600/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405057748093803714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwKfYnmanMI/AAAAAAAAC9A/zskWC7XWPWs/s400/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ignore the lady in the background. =) Focus on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I was being a lazy pig today. I think Dom will say that if he knew I slept through my whole afternoon. I also dozed off on the way home from school in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned with LT to meet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TKGS&lt;/span&gt; for training after which visit my grandmother who stays opposite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TK&lt;/span&gt;, before going to City Plaza to see some clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt;. Then somehow, a council meeting, which I was only told a day before, had to disrupt my plans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily LT also had a sudden change in her plans too. Otherwise she would be scolding me again. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring these few days. Lectures and council meeting... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eeee&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna go out. But this whole week is so so so PACKED. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. I don't wanna use the computer anymore. I wanna do something. Let me walk around the house to see what I can do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-767628649657440908?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/767628649657440908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=767628649657440908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/767628649657440908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/767628649657440908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignore-lady-in-background.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwKfYnmanMI/AAAAAAAAC9A/zskWC7XWPWs/s72-c/Picture+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-151718267187104221</id><published>2009-11-16T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:50:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwDecwJF05I/AAAAAAAAC84/OKaAdrGd-eY/s1600/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404564138385331090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwDecwJF05I/AAAAAAAAC84/OKaAdrGd-eY/s400/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. PW is over. But I am not spamming posts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy going out with Darling and friends. Update again soon!&lt;br /&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/2628814759589002989-151718267187104221?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/151718267187104221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=151718267187104221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/151718267187104221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/151718267187104221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SwDecwJF05I/AAAAAAAAC84/OKaAdrGd-eY/s72-c/Picture+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-665427308441144505</id><published>2009-11-03T21:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:05:53.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLCuGJvNSI/AAAAAAAAC8I/nh5_-Iso9YM/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400593000351872290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLCuGJvNSI/AAAAAAAAC8I/nh5_-Iso9YM/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XUANYING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wheee&lt;/span&gt;. Dannel, Leslie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CherXu&lt;/span&gt;, Larissa, Ian, Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XuanYing&lt;/span&gt; went to Cathay for lunch today! Settled for Aston. And we had to sit outdoors. So so so so HOT! I felt Aston was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; too expensive for me. It's like the cheapest was $6.50... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. You all may think "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Walao&lt;/span&gt;. $6.50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nia&lt;/span&gt;. Cheapskate." But like what the clique said. I am not cheap. I am free. $6.50 can buy 2 bowls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laksa&lt;/span&gt; in school, and that's 2 meals. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well. Eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Astons&lt;/span&gt; with Clique outweighs whatever stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrdktVC5I/AAAAAAAAC8A/YP89v_Ypre0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400567427729001362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrdktVC5I/AAAAAAAAC8A/YP89v_Ypre0/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrdD89naI/AAAAAAAAC74/0hXF0PYkiYo/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400567418936204706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrdD89naI/AAAAAAAAC74/0hXF0PYkiYo/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrcZw19WI/AAAAAAAAC7w/pDlaHtbUPgA/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400567407611082082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrcZw19WI/AAAAAAAAC7w/pDlaHtbUPgA/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ZILIAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrb5bmlzI/AAAAAAAAC7o/3xwPEQcHi4U/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400567398932059954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvKrb5bmlzI/AAAAAAAAC7o/3xwPEQcHi4U/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food came so slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399894119250820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHF3KqfgI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/zSN48_rGqQA/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHGTt9j6I/AAAAAAAAC7g/zSJLTr8NdYE/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399894126915063714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHGTt9j6I/AAAAAAAAC7g/zSJLTr8NdYE/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHFQxgn2I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/wkFcaEVIXPM/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399894108944768866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHFQxgn2I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/wkFcaEVIXPM/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHE652tJI/AAAAAAAAC7I/s_KOs_YYb7g/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399894103074190482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBHE652tJI/AAAAAAAAC7I/s_KOs_YYb7g/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEvsTbbUI/AAAAAAAAC7A/-I7Dz57MwEA/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399891539354414402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEvsTbbUI/AAAAAAAAC7A/-I7Dz57MwEA/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEvK3YCwI/AAAAAAAAC64/5CKFKLVbqcE/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399891530378382082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEvK3YCwI/AAAAAAAAC64/5CKFKLVbqcE/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEu8AsXlI/AAAAAAAAC6w/VevYtvzaQFQ/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399891526390931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEu8AsXlI/AAAAAAAAC6w/VevYtvzaQFQ/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEuLpjp5I/AAAAAAAAC6o/LUpXVjBa-kU/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399891513408989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvBEuLpjp5I/AAAAAAAAC6o/LUpXVjBa-kU/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. So after lunch at Aston, I trained down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;CDiv&lt;/span&gt; training. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; start exercising now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. Fat already. Plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Napfa&lt;/span&gt; coming soon eh. Must get GOLD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. You know there's this S1 girl in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;CDiv&lt;/span&gt;. She's good but so attitude can. I can't stand her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. I shouldn't be bitching here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Liting&lt;/span&gt; at City Hall. She brought her pro cam along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Woots&lt;/span&gt;. Pro cam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. Never tried taking pictures with PRO cam. It was my first time can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400611606822556818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLTpIqClJI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/8gY6ooWDDRo/s400/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400611613487416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLTphfERNI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Jo8pDWiD4Xs/s400/IMG_2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400616613034111698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLYMiP4stI/AAAAAAAAC8g/beBKcSN9WZY/s400/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400616617995529154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLYM0ux68I/AAAAAAAAC8o/S_eXMuVabpI/s400/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400616629144759138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLYNeQ9q2I/AAAAAAAAC8w/coLwnXKvdAs/s400/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Darling after training! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Was actually quarrelling before this. But everything was fine after a while. He came to find me after his school. Darling so sweet right! Darling, no more quarrelling k? I accompanied Darling for dinner. He ate Korean food. And I found out how much I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kimchi&lt;/span&gt;! Of course I love Darling loads loads loads more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kimchi&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvA2JxxLyfI/AAAAAAAAC6g/FIjdQoRNVWk/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399875494823578098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvA2JxxLyfI/AAAAAAAAC6g/FIjdQoRNVWk/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvA2JbAn-WI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/Kl2tyzgvvVE/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399875488714324322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvA2JbAn-WI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/Kl2tyzgvvVE/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling ate some Korean BBQ Chicken, which I didn't quite like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399875466139292210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvA2IG6UUjI/AAAAAAAAC6I/TewURPyCsEY/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399875477406837250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvA2Iw4tagI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/leCO4818CBY/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall end off this post with our picture again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, wishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;XuanYing&lt;/span&gt; a Happy 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-665427308441144505?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53254cfbf81c4241&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/665427308441144505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=665427308441144505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/665427308441144505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/665427308441144505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-17th-birthday-xuanying-wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SvLCuGJvNSI/AAAAAAAAC8I/nh5_-Iso9YM/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5295950475867913632</id><published>2009-11-01T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:52:41.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Su1L2d5eT2I/AAAAAAAAC6A/JoMwp88XgSs/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399054927397801826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Su1L2d5eT2I/AAAAAAAAC6A/JoMwp88XgSs/s400/Picture+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;So much to say.&lt;/div&gt;But will you slow down and listen patiently to what I have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-5295950475867913632?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5295950475867913632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5295950475867913632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5295950475867913632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5295950475867913632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Su1L2d5eT2I/AAAAAAAAC6A/JoMwp88XgSs/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7179374729773222051</id><published>2009-10-31T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:39:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensens Lunch Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D This post came a bit too late. Haha. This was damn damn damn damn long ago. I think this was after Promos. Darling treated me to Swensens! But come to think of it. Darling, we haven't been going out for a proper date... :( So hmmm. Let me recall. Swensens Treat... I went over to Dom's house first and then to Swensens for lunch in Holland Village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss32A-mm41I/AAAAAAAAC5w/5BpKXKmtgXE/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234825697715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss32A-mm41I/AAAAAAAAC5w/5BpKXKmtgXE/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss32APeU15I/AAAAAAAAC5o/tVmRhjFczlw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234813046511506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss32APeU15I/AAAAAAAAC5o/tVmRhjFczlw/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30xg6RjNI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/UzV89KMT_Z0/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390233460517473490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30xg6RjNI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/UzV89KMT_Z0/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30xBXCzhI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Q3M9esQZFn0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390233452048207378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30xBXCzhI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Q3M9esQZFn0/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha. Yeah. Darling wanted to bring me to his workplace, Three Monkeys, before going for lunch. I think he wanted me to take a look at his workplace, but I also feel that he wanted to pop in to see what's happening there at that moment. What a dedicated worker hur. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30wZGo6UI/AAAAAAAAC5I/MazphV4UCRY/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390233441241983298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30wZGo6UI/AAAAAAAAC5I/MazphV4UCRY/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling choosing his lunch from the menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497708825428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXnIRSQyI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/J0xB-6zgumw/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Soup of the day. I don't know what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30vkYH3LI/AAAAAAAAC5A/BGT3k5jvRuU/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390233427088235698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30vkYH3LI/AAAAAAAAC5A/BGT3k5jvRuU/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. I love that soup. I wanna drink it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30vOJ-XNI/AAAAAAAAC44/avxG6AB3Oug/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390233421123312850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss30vOJ-XNI/AAAAAAAAC44/avxG6AB3Oug/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Darling didn't like the soup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Not spicy ah Darling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497719908424866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXnxjrXKI/AAAAAAAAC4g/J-joIq75Hoo/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went to put so much pepper in it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXofwN1pI/AAAAAAAAC4o/ZZPBqxNXdj0/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497732309046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXofwN1pI/AAAAAAAAC4o/ZZPBqxNXdj0/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in the end, he drank a few mouths only. I drank the rest. So peppery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497692995707170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXmNTL4SI/AAAAAAAAC4I/vXlQg10c7_Q/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! And always, my food always come first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXmq5EzvI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/k7BC2ChJdQ4/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389497700939255538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstXmq5EzvI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/k7BC2ChJdQ4/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;. Caught stealing my fries again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVo0XuktI/AAAAAAAAC4A/BV1QYxez_uE/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389495538820223698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVo0XuktI/AAAAAAAAC4A/BV1QYxez_uE/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then Darling's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVoO2NdNI/AAAAAAAAC34/W753ZkETf0c/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389495528747529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVoO2NdNI/AAAAAAAAC34/W753ZkETf0c/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with my food. Chicken chop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I love coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVnhMz-oI/AAAAAAAAC3w/A0UpbEIsb68/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389495516494297730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVnhMz-oI/AAAAAAAAC3w/A0UpbEIsb68/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling and his food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sambal&lt;/span&gt; something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVnMDnM5I/AAAAAAAAC3o/BCi-2EnB_ZY/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389495510818567058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVnMDnM5I/AAAAAAAAC3o/BCi-2EnB_ZY/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. On a random note. I love Darling. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVmv-KSPI/AAAAAAAAC3g/bSteRJ4cJCI/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389495503279507698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstVmv-KSPI/AAAAAAAAC3g/bSteRJ4cJCI/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTrmUOkII/AAAAAAAAC3Y/IOGR-6cCyYc/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389493387563798658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTrmUOkII/AAAAAAAAC3Y/IOGR-6cCyYc/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;. Ice-cream next. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTrJuazFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/Gc1Hit4cqB8/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389493379889024082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTrJuazFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/Gc1Hit4cqB8/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTqaFMwJI/AAAAAAAAC3I/O_DC3C8bFcY/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389493367099670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTqaFMwJI/AAAAAAAAC3I/O_DC3C8bFcY/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTp8Fvq4I/AAAAAAAAC3A/3fs3IkTp9OQ/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389493359048895362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTp8Fvq4I/AAAAAAAAC3A/3fs3IkTp9OQ/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTpIz1HsI/AAAAAAAAC24/oKXMgzU_ug4/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389493345283546818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SstTpIz1HsI/AAAAAAAAC24/oKXMgzU_ug4/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Darling. I wanna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Swensens&lt;/span&gt; Treat again. Or maybe Sushi... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;When's&lt;/span&gt; the next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Dom's house. I was quite full. Very very full. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. His mom, for the very first time, talked to me for so so so so long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SscbrM4vURI/AAAAAAAAC2o/151DAONmt0E/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305908179620114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SscbrM4vURI/AAAAAAAAC2o/151DAONmt0E/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SscbqeRsllI/AAAAAAAAC2g/-OBgDinCQVU/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305895667832402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SscbqeRsllI/AAAAAAAAC2g/-OBgDinCQVU/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sscbp7ADvrI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/jXTJwTZUgtc/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305886198611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sscbp7ADvrI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/jXTJwTZUgtc/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SscbpeSnaPI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/xFqOHN85_9w/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305878491818226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SscbpeSnaPI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/xFqOHN85_9w/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shall end off this post with this picture. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-7179374729773222051?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7179374729773222051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7179374729773222051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7179374729773222051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7179374729773222051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/swensens-lunch-date.html' title='Swensens Lunch Date'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Ss32A-mm41I/AAAAAAAAC5w/5BpKXKmtgXE/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6021400212469385033</id><published>2009-10-21T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:49:46.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stress.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait till PW is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will spam posts like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6021400212469385033?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6021400212469385033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6021400212469385033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6021400212469385033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6021400212469385033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5984780439209884443</id><published>2009-10-18T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:56:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna be happy everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it that hard to achieve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-5984780439209884443?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5984780439209884443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5984780439209884443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5984780439209884443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5984780439209884443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wanna-be-happy-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5029691732521078497</id><published>2009-10-12T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:11:29.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/StND1XToLnI/AAAAAAAAC54/BMH5muiVw10/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727762961084018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/StND1XToLnI/AAAAAAAAC54/BMH5muiVw10/s400/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't wait for Friday to know my results.&lt;br /&gt;Why do the teachers take so long to mark the papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting busier each day.&lt;br /&gt;PW, Council, School Work.&lt;br /&gt;Plus Badminton. I wanna play badminton. Been ages since I have touched my racket.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts. The area where my shoulders are.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;I went Sentosa with Darling on Saturday with his friends,&lt;br /&gt;And I got sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will post about it another day.&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/2628814759589002989-5029691732521078497?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5029691732521078497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5029691732521078497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5029691732521078497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5029691732521078497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-wait-for-friday-to-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/StND1XToLnI/AAAAAAAAC54/BMH5muiVw10/s72-c/Picture+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4590367380692096259</id><published>2009-10-11T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:19:25.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If I had one wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I can have more wishes,&lt;br /&gt;and used one of them to wish that&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend can stop working to&lt;br /&gt;pay more attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something I feel like doing to keep him out of my mind.&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/2628814759589002989-4590367380692096259?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4590367380692096259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4590367380692096259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4590367380692096259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4590367380692096259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-had-one-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2584319980847474937</id><published>2009-10-06T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:00:21.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsswTRJywNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/s4wmsp4NTMM/s1600-h/Old_memories____by_8Alice8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389454486659055826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsswTRJywNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/s4wmsp4NTMM/s400/Old_memories____by_8Alice8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;And you're no longer mine&lt;br /&gt;How could I survive when you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Why do birds still fly up high?&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the tears from fallin'&lt;br /&gt;We used to be so fine&lt;br /&gt;when you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out for you just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breakin'&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don't Go Away&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't you know, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don't Go Away&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on my own before&lt;br /&gt;Wooh…. Oh….&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me just take me with you&lt;br /&gt;So don't don't go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don't Go Away&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't you know, I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don't Go Away&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on my own before&lt;br /&gt;So won't you feel my heartbeat once more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-2584319980847474937?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2584319980847474937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2584319980847474937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2584319980847474937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2584319980847474937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-through-your-eyes-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsswTRJywNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/s4wmsp4NTMM/s72-c/Old_memories____by_8Alice8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7435057220472651655</id><published>2009-09-30T20:16:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:37:14.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free from Promos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN1pBfWqMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ngTDj_hM0H8/s1600-h/SNC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387278926900275394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN1pBfWqMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ngTDj_hM0H8/s400/SNC00112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUMMMM SENG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whhhhooooots! Papers are finally over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more GP, Econs, Physics, Chemistry and Maths for the mean time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, to be more realistic, PW for 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I was too tired to blog when I got home yesterday. Anyway, yesterday was ANG KAI YE's 17th BIRTHDAY! Haha. Christopher Lee and Fann Wong got married yesterday too! It was also also the day when I can totally forget about what to study next for tomorrow's paper. Haha. Wooots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off quite well, I guess. Was pretty excited for the end of Promos, but on the other hand was kinda nervous for the Physics paper. Didn't study for Physics as much as the other subjects. The feeling Physics is giving now is exactly the feeling how I felt for Biology during O levels. I hate the teacher's way of teaching. I hate how much the teacher digresses from the topic. Argh. So irritating. It doesn't give us a focus on what to study. Okay. What's done is done. And tada. No more papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmmm. One whole big group of us went to Cineleisure to relax and play! It was the celebration for the end of promos cum the make-up for my birthday celebration which clashed with promos plus KaiYe's 17th birthday celebration. I think it was actually more of the celebration for the end of promos than the birthday celebration. It was at least 5 days after my birthday. No more birthday mood for me. Haha. But I guess everyone managed to relax and play! At least I do. Wanted to watch a movie but plan aborted due to the divergence in opinions. Went to sing KBox. Whhooots. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This one whole big group of us consists of 13 people. The Larissa-led 'Click 7' with the guys-dominated 'Forever 5' and one of the Spice Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the Click 7...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271377421176418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuxlfRjmI/AAAAAAAACzw/AqNA60bflMs/s400/SNC00102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;LARISSA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNwHd2IabI/AAAAAAAAC0A/AX3f2P1hVqY/s1600-h/SNC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272852838312370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNwHd2IabI/AAAAAAAAC0A/AX3f2P1hVqY/s400/SNC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SU XIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNwHCyJCUI/AAAAAAAACz4/TKIKHXWx8tE/s1600-h/SNC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272845573818690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNwHCyJCUI/AAAAAAAACz4/TKIKHXWx8tE/s400/SNC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XUAN YING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuxAoL3YI/AAAAAAAACzo/oKhwj_81d-k/s1600-h/SNC00126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271367526440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuxAoL3YI/AAAAAAAACzo/oKhwj_81d-k/s400/SNC00126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuwmjoM9I/AAAAAAAACzg/vtyri0UT_Ss/s1600-h/SNC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271360528004050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuwmjoM9I/AAAAAAAACzg/vtyri0UT_Ss/s400/SNC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DANNEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuwOedayI/AAAAAAAACzY/k33RSTBdWKc/s1600-h/SNC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271354063874850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuwOedayI/AAAAAAAACzY/k33RSTBdWKc/s400/SNC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuv97VW1I/AAAAAAAACzQ/PBkj-gcWQaI/s1600-h/SNC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271349621578578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNuv97VW1I/AAAAAAAACzQ/PBkj-gcWQaI/s400/SNC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHER XU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Forever 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtLr4GG4I/AAAAAAAACzI/zAg9Z3cKPt8/s1600-h/SNC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269626789239682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtLr4GG4I/AAAAAAAACzI/zAg9Z3cKPt8/s400/SNC00108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LESLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387267836709211954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrjfTwjzI/AAAAAAAACyg/4CkzxYhVnuc/s400/SNC00131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KAI YE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtLA5yujI/AAAAAAAACzA/z40-LvYUmjc/s1600-h/SNC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269615253633586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtLA5yujI/AAAAAAAACzA/z40-LvYUmjc/s400/SNC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MELLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtKc3nurI/AAAAAAAACy4/Tn_eNbls8B8/s1600-h/SNC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269605580847794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtKc3nurI/AAAAAAAACy4/Tn_eNbls8B8/s400/SNC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtJ5_ZgeI/AAAAAAAACyw/rkbd6ow14g8/s1600-h/SNC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269596218229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtJ5_ZgeI/AAAAAAAACyw/rkbd6ow14g8/s400/SNC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KONG JIAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lastly, one of the Spice Girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269573874121090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNtImwJeYI/AAAAAAAACyo/sWRrXIqzTVs/s400/SNC00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;JUNE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for the cupcake! They bought 2 cupcakes and sang the birthday song at the food court in Cineleisure. Mine was the pink one and Kaiya was the brown one. One costs $2.75. I wouldn't have eaten this if not for them. I would find it too ex to be bought or be eaten. But the icing was damn nice, damn sweet too. Haha. Not bad I would say. Shared my cupcake with the clique. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN1otyORiI/AAAAAAAAC14/rGY48H7FlPA/s1600-h/SNC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387278921610708514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN1otyORiI/AAAAAAAAC14/rGY48H7FlPA/s400/SNC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387278909419743186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN1oAXq59I/AAAAAAAAC1w/svpJjqkJ_aY/s400/SNC00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to KaiYe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277341132575330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN0MuC30mI/AAAAAAAAC1o/0gACS6PcTz0/s400/SNC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Kai Ye who is 5 days younger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277330470233682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN0MGUxZlI/AAAAAAAAC1g/HiFRJQSz2uI/s400/SNC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make a wish before blowing out the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277321849176306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN0LmNWgPI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/A0Ik6YAamFU/s400/SNC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And WOOOF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then we waited for 2 o' clock to come so that we can enter Kbox. HAHA. Slacked abit here and there. Spent time taking pictures. Eating Frolic! Damn nice can. Haha. But once again, so expensive!!! The toppings cost an additional $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. A joke ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larissa: Can I have a cup?&lt;br /&gt;Shop Assistant: Sure. Original or Peach?&lt;br /&gt;Larissa: Peach.&lt;br /&gt;Shop Assistant: What cup size do you want? Cup A, B or C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I laughed the moment the shop assistant said that can. Haha. Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277314296768466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN0LKEt59I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/tEqXtOy0r84/s400/SNC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387277304001249266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN0KjuEv_I/AAAAAAAAC1I/5HmjDVTQHbQ/s400/SNC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387274636900592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNxvT_uasI/AAAAAAAAC04/cJ7jUtyVwqs/s400/SNC00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387274647090417298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNxv59KzpI/AAAAAAAAC1A/0YMWi4fDewM/s400/SNC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xuan Ying and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387274610704421138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNxtyaEkRI/AAAAAAAAC0g/ImoZBzOBblU/s400/SNC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Larissa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272879712840626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNwJB9hK7I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/QX3Db7SnDkQ/s400/SNC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Powerpuff Girls in Click 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387274630802110594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNxu9Ru-II/AAAAAAAAC0w/dTCgszo9voY/s400/SNC00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cher Xu was posing for this shot. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387274621900516962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNxucHbbmI/AAAAAAAAC0o/YL4KnmE60ks/s400/SNC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leslie candid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272873567290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNwIrETgzI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/nj7KrjEKbXk/s400/SNC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leslie's '见证奇迹的时刻' with the sleeping Big Bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What miracle do you want us to witness, Leslie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So yeah. Bargained with the person and she allowed us to enter at 1.30pm. Haha. So yeah. In total, 5.5 hours singing. We had one big room can. 4 microphones, 2 of which are cordless. The cordless ones are not good lah. Can only on one at a time, which means in total 3 microphones only. 13 people to 3 microphones. It is certainly not enough to satisfy everyone's needs. Haha. I must admit that I used the microphones quite often. I told you it is not enough to satisfy everyone. I told you... Haha. Next time go Kbox must go in smaller groups, then will get a chance to sing. I always cannot finish singing my Ah Mei's songs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNriy6-HtI/AAAAAAAACyY/Em7zYpDeoGY/s1600-h/SNC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387267824794083026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNriy6-HtI/AAAAAAAACyY/Em7zYpDeoGY/s400/SNC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrh7dPAYI/AAAAAAAACyI/eI-rQfRIHbM/s1600-h/SNC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387267809905410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrh7dPAYI/AAAAAAAACyI/eI-rQfRIHbM/s400/SNC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrhYcAs1I/AAAAAAAACyA/UaLpMpCKB48/s1600-h/SNC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387267800505037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrhYcAs1I/AAAAAAAACyA/UaLpMpCKB48/s400/SNC00055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrieIMArI/AAAAAAAACyQ/QhTZvT_H-Qg/s1600-h/SNC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387267819212374706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNrieIMArI/AAAAAAAACyQ/QhTZvT_H-Qg/s400/SNC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNp1SAFwZI/AAAAAAAACx4/N8kTBcNjnhA/s1600-h/SNC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265943351443858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNp1SAFwZI/AAAAAAAACx4/N8kTBcNjnhA/s400/SNC00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time I saw Ian sleeping. Haha. He doesn't sleep in class. He sleeps in KBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265937610790770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNp08naV3I/AAAAAAAACxw/5CWnCxxtXQc/s400/SNC00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNp0U-Q1QI/AAAAAAAACxo/n675YuW58FI/s1600-h/SNC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265926969218306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNp0U-Q1QI/AAAAAAAACxo/n675YuW58FI/s400/SNC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KBox yesterday was kinda messy. We threw the crackers or peanuts all around the room. Plus the guys threw the what-do-you-call-that around the room too. The thing that KBox provide with the cup or glass. The thing you put underneath the cups one. Haha. Forget it. You know what? We broke 2 glasses yesterday. Haha. And I think they didn't include it into the bill. We should have broke more or brought home some lah. They also wont know. Haha. =P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNpz67n01I/AAAAAAAACxg/2gfSkiekPGs/s1600-h/SNC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265919978820434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNpz67n01I/AAAAAAAACxg/2gfSkiekPGs/s400/SNC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNpzW4kcRI/AAAAAAAACxY/CJJH_2cpkMA/s1600-h/SNC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387265910302339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNpzW4kcRI/AAAAAAAACxY/CJJH_2cpkMA/s400/SNC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn7aW3qMI/AAAAAAAACxQ/RJZqGwhL4DU/s1600-h/SNC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263849650432194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn7aW3qMI/AAAAAAAACxQ/RJZqGwhL4DU/s400/SNC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn62lbqzI/AAAAAAAACxI/z3s15KVRIms/s1600-h/SNC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263840047835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn62lbqzI/AAAAAAAACxI/z3s15KVRIms/s400/SNC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn53vCEII/AAAAAAAACxA/YzxmcZ4Xbn8/s1600-h/SNC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn5TDqxWI/AAAAAAAACw4/wHvCUW-_9rw/s1600-h/SNC00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263813331109218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn5TDqxWI/AAAAAAAACw4/wHvCUW-_9rw/s400/SNC00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn4ngY_bI/AAAAAAAACww/2ve0pR1dX_c/s1600-h/SNC00080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387263801640418738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNn4ngY_bI/AAAAAAAACww/2ve0pR1dX_c/s400/SNC00080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl3i5W3YI/AAAAAAAACwo/rkjEF5UbUao/s1600-h/SNC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261584199835010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl3i5W3YI/AAAAAAAACwo/rkjEF5UbUao/s400/SNC00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl3CJFLpI/AAAAAAAACwg/w8-UBB-ZMqY/s1600-h/SNC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261575407414930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl3CJFLpI/AAAAAAAACwg/w8-UBB-ZMqY/s400/SNC00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl2q9QouI/AAAAAAAACwY/NtVfvw_oNm8/s1600-h/SNC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261569183818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl2q9QouI/AAAAAAAACwY/NtVfvw_oNm8/s400/SNC00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha. Almost everyone slept in KBox can? Got that boring mehhhhh? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl2O1wGlI/AAAAAAAACwQ/NCYpgX3wNVs/s1600-h/SNC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261561636133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl2O1wGlI/AAAAAAAACwQ/NCYpgX3wNVs/s400/SNC00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl1p2K-0I/AAAAAAAACwI/D5LtKkzlKao/s1600-h/SNC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261551705783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNl1p2K-0I/AAAAAAAACwI/D5LtKkzlKao/s400/SNC00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgV9F47XI/AAAAAAAACv4/1XWChmjEgc4/s1600-h/SNC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387255509558029682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgV9F47XI/AAAAAAAACv4/1XWChmjEgc4/s400/SNC00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgVVKy8NI/AAAAAAAACvw/kM3H3jWOxUY/s1600-h/SNC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387255498841190610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgVVKy8NI/AAAAAAAACvw/kM3H3jWOxUY/s400/SNC00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgU2SJrqI/AAAAAAAACvo/9-1B0xxzgRA/s1600-h/SNC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253630720696050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNeol4KXvI/AAAAAAAACvY/j4uPmWAaAgg/s400/SNC00097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgUWVhMxI/AAAAAAAACvg/ffTJAiFbBi4/s1600-h/SNC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387255481974731538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNgUWVhMxI/AAAAAAAACvg/ffTJAiFbBi4/s400/SNC00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNeoNBMUFI/AAAAAAAACvQ/Yt25zbfJvjc/s1600-h/SNC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253624047685714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNeoNBMUFI/AAAAAAAACvQ/Yt25zbfJvjc/s400/SNC00098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNenjkbisI/AAAAAAAACvI/49NFYDJDvv0/s1600-h/SNC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253612921195202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNenjkbisI/AAAAAAAACvI/49NFYDJDvv0/s400/SNC00106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNenL1_V4I/AAAAAAAACvA/Rw57MZvnsPU/s1600-h/SNC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253606552393602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNenL1_V4I/AAAAAAAACvA/Rw57MZvnsPU/s400/SNC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leslie. The Statue of Liberty? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNemriGSNI/AAAAAAAACu4/PuenmKXQVFU/s1600-h/SNC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253597879027922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNemriGSNI/AAAAAAAACu4/PuenmKXQVFU/s400/SNC00109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Larissa and Leslie. Passing the baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdJ64FrDI/AAAAAAAACuw/LvDii9g7nvk/s1600-h/SNC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387252004269960242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdJ64FrDI/AAAAAAAACuw/LvDii9g7nvk/s400/SNC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdJUjXQ7I/AAAAAAAACuo/xV-RdMiGR8w/s1600-h/SNC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387251993982485426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdJUjXQ7I/AAAAAAAACuo/xV-RdMiGR8w/s400/SNC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My humps. My humps. My humps. My humps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdIlew3hI/AAAAAAAACug/Xr_bwJIsFO0/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387251981346725394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdIlew3hI/AAAAAAAACug/Xr_bwJIsFO0/s400/SNC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdIKpDewI/AAAAAAAACuY/F78EGQmUvJU/s1600-h/SNC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387251974142130946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdIKpDewI/AAAAAAAACuY/F78EGQmUvJU/s400/SNC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dannel and KongJian. I find Dannel's face very qian bian here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387251964650475122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsNdHnSETnI/AAAAAAAACuQ/5NnfQwqWmMw/s400/SNC00103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 13 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee. I still wanna go KBox... Haha. But not so soon. Needa wait till there is income. Kbox is expensive. Proportion of income spent on Kbox by students is large, so KBox is price elastic in demand. Furthermore, it is not a neccessity. So in order for KBox to maximise their revenue and hence their profits, they should reduce the price right?! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-7435057220472651655?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7435057220472651655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7435057220472651655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7435057220472651655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7435057220472651655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/free-from-promos.html' title='Free from Promos.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SsN1pBfWqMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ngTDj_hM0H8/s72-c/SNC00112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1631998748017990478</id><published>2009-09-28T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:06:21.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. I dont feel like studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1631998748017990478?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1631998748017990478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1631998748017990478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1631998748017990478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1631998748017990478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-it_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5555886202109258293</id><published>2009-09-28T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:17:35.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. OMG. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAST PAPER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H2 PHYSICS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.00AM TO 10.30AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PARADISE IN &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate it when you leave me in the lurch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will never shed a single tear for you anymore. I will be strong. &lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-5555886202109258293?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5555886202109258293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5555886202109258293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5555886202109258293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5555886202109258293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-3648705078716911580</id><published>2009-09-25T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:04:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sryq4Y2FXmI/AAAAAAAACuI/cVc0jE6a1a4/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385367140146962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sryq4Y2FXmI/AAAAAAAACuI/cVc0jE6a1a4/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it. I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLACKING&lt;/span&gt;. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more Ehhhhhs and Beeees for GP, Econs, and Chem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a SEE at least please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-3648705078716911580?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3648705078716911580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=3648705078716911580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3648705078716911580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3648705078716911580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sryq4Y2FXmI/AAAAAAAACuI/cVc0jE6a1a4/s72-c/Picture+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4818318323773467004</id><published>2009-09-20T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:32:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SrYpKSbsPFI/AAAAAAAACuA/crbHG-7YRSo/s1600-h/IMG000031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383535661291420754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SrYpKSbsPFI/AAAAAAAACuA/crbHG-7YRSo/s400/IMG000031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you appear in front of me now?&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/2628814759589002989-4818318323773467004?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4818318323773467004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4818318323773467004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4818318323773467004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4818318323773467004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SrYpKSbsPFI/AAAAAAAACuA/crbHG-7YRSo/s72-c/IMG000031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6499053075390412671</id><published>2009-09-14T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:20:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Damn. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; retype my post because it disappeared! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I have a new phone! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. And I had my number ported over from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&gt; to M1. And I was saying how much I will miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&gt;... This new plan that I am getting, allows me to have free campus calls and most importantly, free unlimited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I have never gotten free unlimited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;, you know! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. I do not need to go around asking people to lend me their phones for free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can port over back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&gt; again... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Starhub&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-6499053075390412671?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6499053075390412671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6499053075390412671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6499053075390412671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6499053075390412671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8140045571202250589</id><published>2009-09-08T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:39:34.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqYlv7DYx2I/AAAAAAAACt4/q0-MQizpRlk/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379028310176614242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqYlv7DYx2I/AAAAAAAACt4/q0-MQizpRlk/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMOS ON THE 23RD OF SEPTEMBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arghhhh! Damn. Need to start studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-8140045571202250589?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8140045571202250589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8140045571202250589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8140045571202250589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8140045571202250589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/promos-on-23rd-of-september-arghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqYlv7DYx2I/AAAAAAAACt4/q0-MQizpRlk/s72-c/Picture+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8941174278518283197</id><published>2009-09-05T20:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:30:57.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJz1L9Qn9I/AAAAAAAACtw/cxgCh56HTmI/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-201afd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377988262613786578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJz1L9Qn9I/AAAAAAAACtw/cxgCh56HTmI/s400/PhotoFunia-201afd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy First Anniversary Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day Dom has long awaited for. But somehow, didn't manage to spend your day with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Guess what? I am sick! I had fever for two days. The highest temperature I went was 38.4 degrees Celsius. Yes. And I couldn't go out on my first anniversary with Dom. Argh. How sad. I cannot spend the day with Darling. And I missed the Swensen's treat.... But he said we are gonna celebrate it on the 30th of September together with my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to rewind back to one year ago, I was a Secondary 4 student studying real hard for the upcoming O levels. Then Dom popped the question. And I was contemplating whether to agree or not, so I went to seek advice from Yibo. And somehow, I agreed at 11.59pm on the 5th of September 2008. Haha. 12 months have passed, and 1 year is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom did some kind of flashback for our first anniversary post on his blog. So I am gonna do one too. But mine is gonna be so much nicer than his. With more pictures and more descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I guess this was when both my parents went to Malaysia and you came over to my neighbourhood, and we lepak till 11pm. Haha. I still remember my shirt had some glitter and by the time, you wanted to head home, somehow you were shining of glitters. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJv52FV_EI/AAAAAAAACto/7OzhPMO8ELI/s1600-h/Ezann028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983944594947138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJv52FV_EI/AAAAAAAACto/7OzhPMO8ELI/s400/Ezann028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvavOBxQI/AAAAAAAACtY/X-_VHNZd-7I/s1600-h/Ezann029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983410176378114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvavOBxQI/AAAAAAAACtY/X-_VHNZd-7I/s400/Ezann029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvaOJni4I/AAAAAAAACtQ/C_r1fGSxHd4/s1600-h/Ezann031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983401299512194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvaOJni4I/AAAAAAAACtQ/C_r1fGSxHd4/s400/Ezann031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I think this was our 4th monthsary. We were at Vivocity. I think it is called the SkyPark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983934968517458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJv5SOOU1I/AAAAAAAACtg/z4VjsEcXq1U/s400/Ezann000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am not sure about this. I guess it is some random date. But you certainly look damn cute with that bear! Haha. And it is your display picture for Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvZ7eN-oI/AAAAAAAACtI/Y1KSe_cmCgQ/s1600-h/SNC00159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983396285643394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvZ7eN-oI/AAAAAAAACtI/Y1KSe_cmCgQ/s400/SNC00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvZdw5yMI/AAAAAAAACtA/zwbujdCstks/s1600-h/SNC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983388310948034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvZdw5yMI/AAAAAAAACtA/zwbujdCstks/s400/SNC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvYyIdVjI/AAAAAAAACs4/Ra3d3Ic8AUY/s1600-h/SNC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377983376598586930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJvYyIdVjI/AAAAAAAACs4/Ra3d3Ic8AUY/s400/SNC00167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I remember baking for you toooo. The cookies I baked are always as hard as rocks, but you always say that they taste damn good. I know you are humouring me to make me feel better. And you got really angry when your Dad finished up your cookies I gave you! Haha. I haven't been baking for a long time. I miss baking. I guess you aren't looking forward to taste those 'rocks' again hur? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJsfYW6xDI/AAAAAAAACsw/HGuh4Pve0AA/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377980191404114994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJsfYW6xDI/AAAAAAAACsw/HGuh4Pve0AA/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJseZEDzZI/AAAAAAAACso/11JDIBO4KS0/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377980174413581714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJseZEDzZI/AAAAAAAACso/11JDIBO4KS0/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahhhhh! Sentosa! We went there quite a few times. I can't remember when but there's the day right after my prom night. I can still remember that hideous fringe of mine. The hairdresser just snipped off my fringe! Haha. Anyway, I wanna go Sentosa again. We must go to Palawan one day. We keep going to Silosa. Dom said he will bring me there again to teach me volleyball. I still remember my super tyco serve. Haha. And I wore your NUM singlet, but it is so big on me that it looks like a dress! Dom, lets go Sentosa again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJsdrWlpKI/AAAAAAAACsg/oc_uNL0hueQ/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377980162143265954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJsdrWlpKI/AAAAAAAACsg/oc_uNL0hueQ/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377980147787693842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJsc138_xI/AAAAAAAACsY/pKZUWFmNai0/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJscd2MnOI/AAAAAAAACsQ/B2sXHocTJL0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377980141337877730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJscd2MnOI/AAAAAAAACsQ/B2sXHocTJL0/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJosxKq_uI/AAAAAAAACsI/E16_UxU8CqQ/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377976023355424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJosxKq_uI/AAAAAAAACsI/E16_UxU8CqQ/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJosV9cltI/AAAAAAAACsA/mb5hOaZnlrg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377976016052197074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJosV9cltI/AAAAAAAACsA/mb5hOaZnlrg/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJorvmpL7I/AAAAAAAACr4/IXF96NHNv9w/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377976005756006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJorvmpL7I/AAAAAAAACr4/IXF96NHNv9w/s400/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJoqxvuMmI/AAAAAAAACrw/RF-hWNhe0xg/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377975989151085154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJoqxvuMmI/AAAAAAAACrw/RF-hWNhe0xg/s400/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJoqGYNPQI/AAAAAAAACro/IAHQ9ia7Ib8/s1600-h/SNC00042_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377975977509731586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJoqGYNPQI/AAAAAAAACro/IAHQ9ia7Ib8/s400/SNC00042_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlqd6MlQI/AAAAAAAACrg/NtZouJx4H8M/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377972685291427074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlqd6MlQI/AAAAAAAACrg/NtZouJx4H8M/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlpmPAFzI/AAAAAAAACrY/r6DqVRlQIk0/s1600-h/Ezann007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377972670346303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlpmPAFzI/AAAAAAAACrY/r6DqVRlQIk0/s400/Ezann007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlpCR2LpI/AAAAAAAACrQ/tA-VMGdeuiI/s1600-h/Ezann004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377972660694560402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlpCR2LpI/AAAAAAAACrQ/tA-VMGdeuiI/s400/Ezann004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And yes. we went to explore Terminal 3! Haha. And I ate Popeyes for the very first time. We went there with the intention of studying. Somehow Dom only managed to do a few questions. Wasn't really productive as a study date. Haha. Oh. I was hooked with Typing of the Dead that time! And we coloured some paper from some wood carving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlonVebLI/AAAAAAAACrI/hqYIIeaHkKc/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377972653462023346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJlonVebLI/AAAAAAAACrI/hqYIIeaHkKc/s400/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJloPZHo6I/AAAAAAAACrA/GDAzaHZotPE/s1600-h/SNC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377972647034856354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJloPZHo6I/AAAAAAAACrA/GDAzaHZotPE/s400/SNC00261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Valentine's Day. Your mum gave you 50 bucks to spend the day with me! And we went to eat Western food. You kept stealing my food. Haha. I guess that's karma. Because I always koup your food everytime! And we went to Ikea together! And you told me that next time when we get our house, we are gonna get this and get that! Haha. Ikea hotdogs at $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjsKSui4I/AAAAAAAACq4/sNETXWtNUic/s1600-h/SNC00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377970515362089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjsKSui4I/AAAAAAAACq4/sNETXWtNUic/s400/SNC00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjrn743AI/AAAAAAAACqw/WV1FVlbJ2Xc/s1600-h/SNC00450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377970506139491330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjrn743AI/AAAAAAAACqw/WV1FVlbJ2Xc/s400/SNC00450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjq169AcI/AAAAAAAACqo/z8HsZNd3J-0/s1600-h/SNC00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377970492713796034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjq169AcI/AAAAAAAACqo/z8HsZNd3J-0/s400/SNC00442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjqfJ6T7I/AAAAAAAACqg/BjzYfIlg-jw/s1600-h/SNC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377970486602518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjqfJ6T7I/AAAAAAAACqg/BjzYfIlg-jw/s400/SNC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjp2vWWwI/AAAAAAAACqY/cR_7pJCJmCc/s1600-h/SNC00387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377970475753691906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJjp2vWWwI/AAAAAAAACqY/cR_7pJCJmCc/s400/SNC00387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the Science Centre cum Snow City date. It was damn freaking cold in the snow chamber. We slid down the slope. We played with ice! And you still threw ice into my shirt! Arghhhh! HAHA. I wanna go to the Science Centre again Darling. It's damn fun there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg-sBfXaI/AAAAAAAACqQ/29aelPU84XA/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377967535119359394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg-sBfXaI/AAAAAAAACqQ/29aelPU84XA/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg9wXr7PI/AAAAAAAACqI/Fl42TSpvqwQ/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377967519106329842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg9wXr7PI/AAAAAAAACqI/Fl42TSpvqwQ/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg9A0EbgI/AAAAAAAACqA/ayoBW_V2QX0/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377967506340474370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg9A0EbgI/AAAAAAAACqA/ayoBW_V2QX0/s400/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg78iX6pI/AAAAAAAACp4/HGjvUuQYlnQ/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377967488012642962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg78iX6pI/AAAAAAAACp4/HGjvUuQYlnQ/s400/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg7Kep3KI/AAAAAAAACpw/NtCwj1YL9EE/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377967474575269026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJg7Kep3KI/AAAAAAAACpw/NtCwj1YL9EE/s400/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeGItUPuI/AAAAAAAACpo/vYRcaztFFn4/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964364543573730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeGItUPuI/AAAAAAAACpo/vYRcaztFFn4/s400/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thank you for always sending me everywhere I go to! Even if it is damn late in the night. Thank you! Haha. And that's when we always took our pictures together! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeFpZmzyI/AAAAAAAACpg/07oMbs87urc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964356139405090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeFpZmzyI/AAAAAAAACpg/07oMbs87urc/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeE5stKsI/AAAAAAAACpY/hW3zbzjpvyE/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964343334611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeE5stKsI/AAAAAAAACpY/hW3zbzjpvyE/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377960519588058802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJamVIfFrI/AAAAAAAACpA/VCJUGyG_0u0/s400/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964323245823954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeDu3Kl9I/AAAAAAAACpI/y87KEyH6Kwo/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377960505691258194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJalhXOvVI/AAAAAAAACo4/kL0HAK1kwT8/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And thanks for sponsoring the SAJC bears! Haha. I love them. They are always next to me when I sleep. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964332783824562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJeESZM7rI/AAAAAAAACpQ/tGyPjGEoKIs/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to end off... The picture below is my favourite picture with Darling! Haha. At the Science Centre. And once again, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJak5U7-CI/AAAAAAAACow/0sRsIjJWjqc/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377960494944221218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJak5U7-CI/AAAAAAAACow/0sRsIjJWjqc/s400/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-8941174278518283197?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8941174278518283197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8941174278518283197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8941174278518283197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8941174278518283197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-first-anniversary-darling-day-dom.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SqJz1L9Qn9I/AAAAAAAACtw/cxgCh56HTmI/s72-c/PhotoFunia-201afd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5843246453096089896</id><published>2009-09-02T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:13:56.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello! I apologise for the lack of updates in my blog. I will promise to do so soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day is finally over and Teachers' Day Comm will be off council duty temporarily for Promos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wheeee&lt;/span&gt;! Finally I can have time for the revision for Promos. And guess what? 21 days left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;. And I just spent my day with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;council mates&lt;/span&gt; at Seoul Garden. Teachers treated! And it was my first time to Seoul Garden. I didn't quite like Seoul Garden... Carbon producers. Cancerous. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But overall, not bad I would say. At least my stomach was full! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bleaughhhh&lt;/span&gt;! I can't upload pictures! Anyway, this Saturday will be FIRST YEAR with Darling! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-5843246453096089896?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5843246453096089896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5843246453096089896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5843246453096089896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5843246453096089896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-i-apologise-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8782010135719899067</id><published>2009-08-28T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:05:05.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was rather emotional today. I was harbouring selfish thoughts. Somehow I thought that no one could understand the stress I am undergoing. I needed help, but I find everything around going against me. Even the Physics MSA I took today, it was so far the worst paper I have ever taken. I blame everything but myself for the obstacles and hurdles I am facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it through the night during the dance practice. I am nobody to the people around me, they can jolly well choose not to bother replying me when I ask a question, not to even mention lending a helping hand. But people around me aren't like this. I should be satisfied that I have a group of friends who would bother speaking to me. I should feel fortunate to have friends who would lend a helping hand in times of needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself again if I really do hate Council when I told my President how I am starting to dislike Council. Did I said that in the fit of anger? What about Council do I hate actually? If anyone is to be blamed, that person would be me myself, for I am the one who would take control of my perspective and attitude. I should not have blame anyone for my incapability. I guess I was really irresponsible to have said something like that in the previous post. I had no intentions of quitting Council when I said that last night. And yes, I have no one but myself to blame for choosing this path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be satisfied with what I have now. No more lamenting. No more. I am a lot luckier than most people out there. &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/2628814759589002989-8782010135719899067?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8782010135719899067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8782010135719899067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8782010135719899067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8782010135719899067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-rather-emotional-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4676488535838555955</id><published>2009-08-28T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:50:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE COUNCIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it the people in there.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the work that I am supposed and expected to do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way how one interacts with people around plays a part in determining one's capability.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the times when it had to intrude into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel happy to be part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I be free?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-4676488535838555955?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4676488535838555955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4676488535838555955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4676488535838555955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4676488535838555955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-council.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7201762738434973519</id><published>2009-08-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:48:05.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREW PW! SCREW EOM! SCREW WR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stressing everyone out. Grrrr!&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/2628814759589002989-7201762738434973519?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7201762738434973519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7201762738434973519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7201762738434973519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7201762738434973519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-pw-screw-eom-screw-wr-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6550127585693143121</id><published>2009-08-13T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:16:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Did I slack too much after Common Test?&lt;br /&gt;I am failing all my MSA.&lt;br /&gt;So many topics remain like mysteries for me to unravel.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that scholars can score while I can't?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I putting too much pressure on myself?&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/2628814759589002989-6550127585693143121?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6550127585693143121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6550127585693143121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6550127585693143121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6550127585693143121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-i-slack-too-much-after-common-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2963644799458696977</id><published>2009-08-12T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:00:41.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SoK7wA5k4cI/AAAAAAAACoQ/7CJt54eHolw/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-2020170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369060139328659906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SoK7wA5k4cI/AAAAAAAACoQ/7CJt54eHolw/s400/PhotoFunia-2020170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photofunia is fun! Haha. OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW ECONS! SCREW PHYSICS! SCREW GP! SCREW MSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRRRRRR........&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-2963644799458696977?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2963644799458696977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2963644799458696977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2963644799458696977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2963644799458696977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/photofunia-is-fun-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SoK7wA5k4cI/AAAAAAAACoQ/7CJt54eHolw/s72-c/PhotoFunia-2020170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1315431925838673636</id><published>2009-08-11T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:58:44.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368662065061192530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SoFRtCsWY1I/AAAAAAAACoI/T89FkyxjGTQ/s400/Min1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Is there anything I can be happy about for today? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. There should be at least something that everyone is happy about. Let me think what's mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt;. I am still able to eat dinner with my family. Still able to text Darling. I can walk, jog and run 2 rounds on the track. I have friends that I can laugh and joke with. And my brother got accepted to go for VS interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But of course, there are things that I am unhappy about too. Yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSAs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;! Physics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bleagh&lt;/span&gt;. Can't do most of it. I guess it's time I should go for Physics tuition... I wanna do well for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MSAs&lt;/span&gt;... =( Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt;. Case study. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Let me rest A LITTLE WHILE more before I start studying again k? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. A LITTLE LITTLE WHILE more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-1315431925838673636?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1315431925838673636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1315431925838673636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1315431925838673636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1315431925838673636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SoFRtCsWY1I/AAAAAAAACoI/T89FkyxjGTQ/s72-c/Min1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7190585351771519953</id><published>2009-08-10T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:33:29.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn_PF6_p8iI/AAAAAAAACoA/iG3X8831dzI/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368236981491462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn_PF6_p8iI/AAAAAAAACoA/iG3X8831dzI/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D Enjoyed your National Day yesterday? Haha. For me,  I spent my day with my family, visiting grandmother and blah. Well spent, I would say. Haven't been spending quality time with my family. MOE encourages students to spend quality time with family right? They should stop pressurizing the students with exams and blah. Grrrr! Stupid SPA. Stupid MSA. Stupid Promos. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like Physics MSA and Physics Mock SPA, that will be counted for CA, tomorrow. Then Econs, followed by GP and Maths. Arghhh. I am damn tiredddd! Allow me to hang in there for one more week. PLEASE. Just one more week...&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/2628814759589002989-7190585351771519953?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7190585351771519953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7190585351771519953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7190585351771519953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7190585351771519953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-national-day.html' title='Post-National Day'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn_PF6_p8iI/AAAAAAAACoA/iG3X8831dzI/s72-c/Picture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1856120859829487112</id><published>2009-08-08T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:14:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fYH_Wm6I/AAAAAAAACnw/n204jOpsS0Y/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367621567705947042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fYH_Wm6I/AAAAAAAACnw/n204jOpsS0Y/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D Haha. Finally!!! I am able to go out today! But I am still not away from school work. Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the National Library today! For PW. Wonder who would choose to go to the National Library for PW discussion? Haha. Well. There's pros and cons to it lah. Firstly, the pros. We would be able to find more books and stuffs related to our project, mainly secondary researches. We can also tap onto their Internet and use their electricity to charge laptop batteries. But look at the cons that I am gonna list. We were not allowed to bring our bags in. No notes or whatever. Damn inconvenient. And we were not able to talk. We had to whisper! And whisper throughout the whole discussion. National Library's Internet only allow us to find books in their library. Wth. They allow Facebook access, but not Yahoo! Yes. That's it, I guess. Hmmm, the cons outweighs the pros. So don't ever choose to go to the National Library for PW discussion, unless the books there serves a purpose in your project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Darling at the National Library. Well, he wanted to study but ended up sleeping. Yes, again. I played Sims 3 on his laptop. OMG. Sims 3 damn fun cannnnn! Haha. People were looking for seats to do their reading, yet we took up the spaces for sleeping and gaming. Okay, I ought to reflect on my behavior. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fXkugqmI/AAAAAAAACno/c_5A6jJSx0c/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367621558240062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fXkugqmI/AAAAAAAACno/c_5A6jJSx0c/s400/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, it's 8th August today. It means that it is National Day tomorrow! Omg. Haha. I don't know why, but I am kinda excited about it. Well, I guess I should be spending my National Day at home studying for MSA2. I hate Physics now. Because... Hmmm. I just hate it lah. No particular reason. It's just the same reason why I used to hate Biology in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fWw3kg2I/AAAAAAAACng/zJeRvUfckQw/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367621544319419234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fWw3kg2I/AAAAAAAACng/zJeRvUfckQw/s400/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know what? Heard of 'Money makes the world go round'? Haha. How does money serves as a centripetal force? Too much of circulation motion, I admit. Wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fWvy01iI/AAAAAAAACnY/s1caBRh65vU/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367621544031082018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fWvy01iI/AAAAAAAACnY/s1caBRh65vU/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1856120859829487112?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1856120859829487112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1856120859829487112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1856120859829487112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1856120859829487112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-once-again.html' title='Random, once again...'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sn2fYH_Wm6I/AAAAAAAACnw/n204jOpsS0Y/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4571909230286347084</id><published>2009-08-07T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:38:59.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Omg. You know what? I totally missed this can... And this will never happen again in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12hour 34 minutes 56 seconds today, the time and date was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12:34:56   07/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing right?! Crap. I was told of this last night yet I missed it. Grrr!&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/2628814759589002989-4571909230286347084?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4571909230286347084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4571909230286347084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4571909230286347084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4571909230286347084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1913635820286751117</id><published>2009-08-07T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:12:52.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Love/Picture012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I admit and acknowledge the fact that I haven't been updating my blog. Haha. August is a busy month for me. There's MSA 2 and Promos coming up. And Teacher's Day celebration. Argh. Sometimes, it puts me to question myself why did I even wanted to join Student Council. Well, I guess I should just hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's National Day in like 2 days' time. There's National Day celebration in school today. But Doctor gave me a 2 days MC for having sore throat, cough and runny nose, in other words, something called the influenza-like illness, which allows me to skip school for 2 days. Grrr! I don't wanna miss lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I guess I shall end here, and update you when I feel like doing so. Haha. There's seriously damn lots of things to be completed. Revision for MSA2 and Promos. Physics Mock SPA that is going to be counted for CA. Chem and Physics A Level SPA. PW EOM and WR. Teacher's Day Celebration. Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago was Darling and me's 11th monthsary. Haha. Darling. 1 more month! Boyfriend has been damn busy for me lately. =( He has examinations coming up, and for the very first time, I see him putting in effort to study and aiming to do well in it. As his girlfriend, I should be considerate and supportive and not get angry at him for not being able to accompany me often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Enough said. Time to move on with revision for MSA2!&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/2628814759589002989-1913635820286751117?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1913635820286751117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1913635820286751117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1913635820286751117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1913635820286751117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/photobucket.html' title='Random Updates'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Love/th_Picture012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1936925650021551565</id><published>2009-07-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:44:01.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D I sound like a guy now. Seriously. No I didnt break voice. I am just having a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay. I did service learning today. I learnt how to shave people hair can. Haha. I asked Boyfriend to shave too! But he was damn reluctant. Haha. Well. Service learning would be more fun if I didnt quite lost my voice. My throat hurts. And when I tried to speak, no one can understand me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling sent me home after that. Haha. Well. Took a few pictures. Shall post them in the next post. By the way, school ends at 9 for me as I would need to learn some dance for Teachers' Day. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! &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/2628814759589002989-1936925650021551565?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1936925650021551565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1936925650021551565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1936925650021551565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1936925650021551565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-d-i-sound-like-guy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2122827544354307155</id><published>2009-07-09T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:05:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The feeling is back. I haven't been experiencing this for a very long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. It's disrupting my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school. I don't feel like studying. I just wanna stay at home and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I am leading my life now. I can't seem to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to let others see me cry. Yet tears often well up in those useless eyes of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I made an effort to give in. I did try but to no avail. Was it too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my class had a new GP teacher. From her introduction, I guess she's a Hong Konger that went to Canada to study. She came to Singapore with this accent of hers. She's may not be as fun or lenient in her teaching that our previous 2 GP teachers, but well, is there anything we can do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Plenty of things to do. Homeworks and Council. Which should I start from? I am afraid of being alone in my room. I'm afraid... I'm really afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted. Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-2122827544354307155?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2122827544354307155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2122827544354307155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2122827544354307155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2122827544354307155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4565032052021929894</id><published>2009-07-08T19:19:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:55:47.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Easy As Beat, Mix and Chill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slx5S4gEVKI/AAAAAAAACmw/WN5w1sI-uN8/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right. Remember I said I baked chocolate cheese cake? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. Finally. This is the post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. What do you think is the most important part of a cheese cake? Well, without the base, I guess the cheese cake won't look and taste nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. Let's start from the base yeah? We shall start preparing the base first. Okay. So this time round, I used digestive biscuits for the base. We will need to crush the biscuits to crumbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slx4aWyhd0I/AAAAAAAACmo/jSacAUBXzEE/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358290050853467970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slx4aWyhd0I/AAAAAAAACmo/jSacAUBXzEE/s400/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. Just like this. So let's say if you don't wanna use a fork or spoon to crush the biscuits, maybe I suggest the blender? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna try using the blender next time, so that my hand won't hurt that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlsuQipbliI/AAAAAAAACmg/Ua4scw_rVI8/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357927043400701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlsuQipbliI/AAAAAAAACmg/Ua4scw_rVI8/s400/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yup. So the end product. One cup of biscuits crumb. I didn't know how much was one cup. So I just took any random cup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlslvN3B76I/AAAAAAAACmY/z2Bofu0WNgc/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357917674791890850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlslvN3B76I/AAAAAAAACmY/z2Bofu0WNgc/s400/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. So after you have get ready the biscuits crumbs, melt the butter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I think it is one-third of a cup. Melt it ah. Not boil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlsiiT2MtGI/AAAAAAAACmQ/StiZ68mqXTY/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357914154525832290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlsiiT2MtGI/AAAAAAAACmQ/StiZ68mqXTY/s400/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. After that, mix the melted butter and the biscuit crumbs in mixing bowl. Mix it well yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slsbvua_bfI/AAAAAAAACmI/2QDodWqXZ5w/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357906688416378354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slsbvua_bfI/AAAAAAAACmI/2QDodWqXZ5w/s400/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, make the base. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. Something like that in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357438895346707730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SllySlcAbRI/AAAAAAAACl0/gl20YisDi70/s400/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! The base is done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SllyTPDBO9I/AAAAAAAACl8/P1Mre0ybC1g/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357438906516192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SllyTPDBO9I/AAAAAAAACl8/P1Mre0ybC1g/s400/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh. Then chill it for about 2 to 3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, you can go take a break. Use the computer. Call your friends. Do your homework. Check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Watch television. Bathe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever you can do, but leave the base alone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Okay right. So maybe after 2 hours, we can probably start on the cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllwlspj5BI/AAAAAAAACls/CpSFrNmhteg/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357437024676865042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllwlspj5BI/AAAAAAAACls/CpSFrNmhteg/s400/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the ingredients we need for the chocolate cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt; Cream Cheese. Cream. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gelatine&lt;/span&gt;. Sugar. Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllc5xLDfCI/AAAAAAAAClc/unzY9bX2680/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357415379255917602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllc5xLDfCI/AAAAAAAAClc/unzY9bX2680/s400/Picture+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beat the cheese. Then add in all other ingredients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllc5mNbRMI/AAAAAAAAClU/OlZbpZdViJ4/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357415376313074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllc5mNbRMI/AAAAAAAAClU/OlZbpZdViJ4/s400/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But first melt the chocolate yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllc5fPTtwI/AAAAAAAAClM/PL6aX3z1pvQ/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357415374441920258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllc5fPTtwI/AAAAAAAAClM/PL6aX3z1pvQ/s400/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. It'll probably look like this. I think it is a little too watery. Maybe I added in too much water. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllbhi4PwiI/AAAAAAAAClE/aDopnU2ImAE/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357413863590445602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sllbhi4PwiI/AAAAAAAAClE/aDopnU2ImAE/s400/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. Then take out your base, and pour the mixture into it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wheee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SllV5o7r2xI/AAAAAAAACk8/rMJc9pw-uAI/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357407680462576402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SllV5o7r2xI/AAAAAAAACk8/rMJc9pw-uAI/s400/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decorate it. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; chocolate? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SliV5kmaQkI/AAAAAAAACk0/wMUmK4Isax8/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357196573067067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SliV5kmaQkI/AAAAAAAACk0/wMUmK4Isax8/s400/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chill it again. Maybe one day? Or probably over the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357416373108283746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slldznj7GWI/AAAAAAAAClk/wDxyJpq5QpM/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So when it's done, maybe sprinkle some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; powder over it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356067877804543234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SlSTW3FrjQI/AAAAAAAACks/4RgQQBfmlA4/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt;! Chocolate Cheesecake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-4565032052021929894?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4565032052021929894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4565032052021929894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4565032052021929894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4565032052021929894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-easy-as-beat-mix-and-chill.html' title='As Easy As Beat, Mix and Chill!'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Slx4aWyhd0I/AAAAAAAACmo/jSacAUBXzEE/s72-c/Picture+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6027596800763700898</id><published>2009-07-07T20:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:33:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow City &amp; Science Centre with Darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Argh. This is so pissfying. I am so pissed with Blogger. Argh! I am really pissed. I can't express how pissed I am with Blogger, but I am seriously seriously seriously pissed. And the freaking reason why I am pissed is because I can't seem to post my pictures on my blog! Well, I have been trying these few days to post my pictures to blog about the day but to no avail. I baked Chocolate Cheesecake on 4th July which is on Saturday. And I went to Snow City and Science Centre with Darling on Sunday. And sushi meal with Mummy yesterday. I haven't got the chance to blog about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I shall blog about the date with Darling first. 5th July was our 10th monthsary. And we decided to spend our day at the Snow City and Science Centre. =) Hmmm. Before we met up that morning, we had a tiff. Well. I was really angry that despite numerous reminders to get hold of his brother's camera, on that very day he actually told me his brother took the camera away. Okay. Enough about that. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling tried to coax me back by buying me sushi. The favorite two. And I brought him the chocolate cheesecake which I baked the previous day. Haha. You know what? The chocolate cheesecake melted by the time Darling decided to eat it. Maybe it was my first attempt and hence not really well done? Haha. But Darling ate it all. If I were in his shoes, I don't think I would have the appetite to even try it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about some the happy stuff now. Okay. Met up with Darling at Kovan. Trained all the way to Jurong East and took a bus to the Science Centre. Omg. You know it has been ages since I stepped into the Snow City and Science Centre again? Haha. I was quite excited for the trip to the Science Centre while I guess Darling really loves the Snow City a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The long awaited Science Centre cum Snow City date. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes. I am eating the sushi that Darling bought to coax me. Darling said that sushi tasted weird but I found it really nice. Till now, I still don't really know the name of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's Darling and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it used to be some other things, not this dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling and me and the tickets! Haha. Oh yeah. They had this promotion lah. Snow City plus Science Centre will only cost $14 for a child like me, that is 3 to 16 years old, and $16 for an adult like Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling in Snow City. He's getting ready to be dressed up to enter Snow City. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Darling took a sneak shot of me after getting out of the snow chamber. That's when I was going to call home when I received 2 missed call from them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Snow City is really really really cold. I think the temperature inside the snow chamber is -7.6 degrees Celcius. Omg. I buay tahan can. We kept going in and out of that place because I really couldn't take the coldness. And to think I told Darling that I wanted to go to some countries where there will be snow. Haha. No photography is allowed in the snow chamber so we had to take pictures with Darling's phone secretly. Yes. I admit I didn't wanted to pay $25 for 4 shots that would be taken by the staff of Snow City. Don't you think it is really expensive? So yeah. Snow City wasn't as fun as I thought it was. There's only the sliding thingy plus those 'snow' to play with, and a few exhibits to pose with. The sliding thingy is 3 storeys high and Darling loves it a lot. I was scared of the cold when we slided down together. Omg. I fell twice in the snow chamber. Those 'snow' are indeed slippery! Remember to take along a jacket although they will be providing you with jackets and boots. Oh yeah. Socks too. I had to buy my socks at $2.10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 484px" height="482" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture024.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darling's and my hand. We had this stamped on our hands when we entered Science Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="462" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture025.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Some optical illusions. Can you see 4 people other than those chess pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. If you did, well, here's another for you. Don't you find these things really amazing? Haha. At first when you see it, it's the Queen. Then when you rotate it 180 degrees, it becomes the King! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It seems like the image of us in those 'mirrors' cannot be seen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Typhoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. This is really cool. I don't really know how to explain these phenomenon. But the water stream is actually a continuous one. From what I have remember, it has got something to do with constant velocity and water tension or something along this track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture030.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these interesting stuff were found when we just stepped in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We are stepping into the Biology section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Mirror reflections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah ah. Darling looking at what ah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Human VS Chimpanzee. 95% sia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; HEIGHT: 483px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture044.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unwanted diseases.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="479" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture045.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling using his shadow to 'hit' the germs. Darling so old le still playing with this kinda game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. We were not in the Kid's Section. Haha. We were in some HFMD exhibits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling and me in that HMFD exhibit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Kena eaten by someone's big mouth. I wanted to smile. But Darling said, "Who inside the mouth will smile one?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Darling as muscleman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see Darling in that nose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="481" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture067.jpg" width="516" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is some temperature taking thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I learnt this before in O levels Biology. Mitochrondria. Golgi Body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture069.jpg" width="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Then we stepped into the Physics section. I remember that this used to be outside the Science Centre. I used to be fascinated by this thing that I would follow the ball through the whole journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="479" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture071.jpg" width="476" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some vibrating thingy. I think trying to portray the concept of waves and oscillations?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The electric chair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="478" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture072.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you someone's face? Haha. Hint: The metal pole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my palm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Darling's palm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="481" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture082.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Then I think we stepped into the Primary School section. There were exhibitions showing how solids and liquids are not compressible while gas is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is some lizard that Darling asked me to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture084.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches. Eeeeew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I think this is some snail. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture086.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I forgot what's this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 479px" height="479" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture088.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. This is so cute right. Hamster so cute. But I wouldn't want to keep them as pets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling taking his weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in the Kinetic Garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh. We went to play in the Kinetic Garden after our lunch at Macdonalds. We had lunch late. But we couldn't play long there as it was drizzling. How sad can that be. Anyway, we went back to the Science Centre after visiting the Kinetic Garden. Then we went to the Mathematics section. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling posing only lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture104.jpg" width="474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me! Haha. We were in some geometry place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were exiting from the Science Centre...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with the toys there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 563px" height="639" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture122.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't know that no photography was allowed. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/Picture118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I shall end this post off with a picutre of Darling and me. This post took me very very very long. And I want to go to the Science Centre again with Darling! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;By the way, HAPPY 10th MONTH DARLING! I love you to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Blogger, please solve the problem as soon as possible please. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6027596800763700898?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6027596800763700898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6027596800763700898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6027596800763700898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6027596800763700898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/snow-city-science-centre-with-darling.html' title='Snow City &amp; Science Centre with Darling.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r40/lohmz/Science%20Centre/th_Picture010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8464559665924007443</id><published>2009-07-05T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:59:16.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Why can't I post pictures on Blogger?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with Blogger?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! I have a lot of pictures to post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-8464559665924007443?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8464559665924007443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8464559665924007443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8464559665924007443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8464559665924007443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-3085055214928814281</id><published>2009-07-03T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:31:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blogskin!</title><content type='html'>Yes. Common tests are are over and I changed my blog's outlook! Winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-3085055214928814281?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3085055214928814281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=3085055214928814281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3085055214928814281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3085055214928814281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-changed-my-blogs-outlook.html' title='Changed blogskin!'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1370599331187019813</id><published>2009-07-01T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:29:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREWED PHYSICS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell. Am I stupid or am I an idiot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1370599331187019813?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1370599331187019813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1370599331187019813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1370599331187019813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1370599331187019813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/screwed-physics-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1280413869990100965</id><published>2009-06-23T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:18:20.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello! Awwww. No extended holidays... I still had the mindset that MOE or MOH will have an extension of holidays. Sigh. If Minister of Health had declared one more week of holidays, I will probably have more time for revision for the upcoming common tests. And I can accompany my Darling more often. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my blog is so dead. Oh my. I no longer have the mood to blog about my thoughts or daily activities. I guess the reason why I do not have the mood to so is either that there is pretty nothing much to blog about my boring life or I am just pure lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Despite the upcoming Common Tests next week, I still went out with Darling last Saturday. It was the first time I swam without my mother around. It was also the first time I swam with Darling! And it is also the first time I swam in Jurong East! Lots of first time. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling and me at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN11IDORI/AAAAAAAACdA/-N2Eibe5vSg/s1600-h/SNC00565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350502681993754898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN11IDORI/AAAAAAAACdA/-N2Eibe5vSg/s400/SNC00565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN1l30IOI/AAAAAAAACc4/4N55ayEDefs/s1600-h/SNC00566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350502677899124962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN1l30IOI/AAAAAAAACc4/4N55ayEDefs/s400/SNC00566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm. Swimming was great. They have a competition pool, Jacuzzi, 3 slides, wave pool and Darling's so-called lazy pool. Haha. Darling likes the wave pool and lazy pool. I have no preference over any pools though. But I would wanna try the blue and pink slides and scream my lungs out. I did mention about the 3 slides right? The pink one is the longest, and I guess the scariest. The blue is the long one, and not so scary. The yellow is the shortest among the three slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been exercising much lately. And guess what? I panted after swimming 50 metres. Omg.... I am gonna fail Napfa next year. I needa exercise. And I needa study. Oh man. Don't remind me of the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KFC for lunch after bathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN1UXirQI/AAAAAAAACcw/dio1eADi4dA/s1600-h/SNC00570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350502673200360706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN1UXirQI/AAAAAAAACcw/dio1eADi4dA/s400/SNC00570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Darling damn dirty lah. Never use soap to bathe after swimming. Haha. And the reason behind it is that I took away his toiletries. =P Haha. Realise that I have changed my spectacles? Haha. Anyway, I am sun burnt. Terribly burnt. My shoulders hurt. Even after 2 to 3 days. Oh. My skin on my face is peeling. I can't possibly go to school tomorrow like this for consultation. Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Went to Darling's house after swimming. Stayed for 2 hours plus before going home. I was rushing Teacher's Day Proposal in Darling's house. Haha. How funny can it be? It was due at midnight. I had no choice but to take the time to rush it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN0wiYarI/AAAAAAAACco/KzNMrbKyOIY/s1600-h/SNC00581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350502663582149298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN0wiYarI/AAAAAAAACco/KzNMrbKyOIY/s400/SNC00581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMJe9FJqI/AAAAAAAACcg/yZhLf3hTBtA/s1600-h/SNC00573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350500820616292002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMJe9FJqI/AAAAAAAACcg/yZhLf3hTBtA/s400/SNC00573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMJHZnc8I/AAAAAAAACcY/XU6U59o0z5w/s1600-h/SNC00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350500814293529538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMJHZnc8I/AAAAAAAACcY/XU6U59o0z5w/s400/SNC00576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm. Well. That's all about my Saturday. Now my Sunday. It was supposed to be Father's Day. But my father went out with my mother early in the morning, giving me no chance to wish him a Happy Father's Day until he was back at 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneaked out in the afternoon to meet Darling at Heartland Mall. Haha. We played pool. Haha. I am still very lousy at it, but I must say I have improved from that time I have introduced to this game. Hmm, after pool, we went to eat Korean food. Omg. I am craving for it now lah.... Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Darling posing to play pool. Haha. I asked him to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350500793392228674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMH5iW6UI/AAAAAAAACcA/9u184z1GQxU/s400/SNC00590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh. I want that now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMIuwRyTI/AAAAAAAACcQ/CUGNgMesoCc/s1600-h/SNC00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350500807677692210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDMIuwRyTI/AAAAAAAACcQ/CUGNgMesoCc/s400/SNC00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah. That's about my weekend. I must really start studying hard for Common Tests! Wish me all the best.  Oh yeah. Ban me from Typing Maniac. Seriously, ban me from it or I will never be able to finish studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1280413869990100965?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1280413869990100965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1280413869990100965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1280413869990100965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1280413869990100965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-awwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SkDN11IDORI/AAAAAAAACdA/-N2Eibe5vSg/s72-c/SNC00565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4130383566382242330</id><published>2009-06-18T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:18:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348647659169249346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2tSmB-EI/AAAAAAAACbY/uVrFV7JUPv4/s400/ezann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELENA!&lt;/span&gt; I am here!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. I just noticed your blog post for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348647668903879746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2t228pEI/AAAAAAAACbg/c7I0rTW6J0w/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knew any TKGian would think of me after O Levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It could be only some of your random thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it is certainly enough to make my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2uvb7ODI/AAAAAAAACb4/ahfFYBtNN-M/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348647684091361330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2uvb7ODI/AAAAAAAACb4/ahfFYBtNN-M/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2uSPebAI/AAAAAAAACbw/7zj18PoNUCA/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348647676254514178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2uSPebAI/AAAAAAAACbw/7zj18PoNUCA/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2uFeYnwI/AAAAAAAACbo/cSEnd0JxD60/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348647672827387650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2uFeYnwI/AAAAAAAACbo/cSEnd0JxD60/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you all soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe some KBox outing or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Otherwise we shall leave it all to become sweet memories.&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/2628814759589002989-4130383566382242330?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4130383566382242330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4130383566382242330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4130383566382242330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4130383566382242330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/helena-i-am-here-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sjo2tSmB-EI/AAAAAAAACbY/uVrFV7JUPv4/s72-c/ezann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6862250832464248600</id><published>2009-06-11T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:44:38.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SjERIaU_pJI/AAAAAAAACbQ/15ewiyyKMd0/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346073068869493906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SjERIaU_pJI/AAAAAAAACbQ/15ewiyyKMd0/s400/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello. Yes. I am back from the Council Camp. It wasn't as bad as LTC. It was meant to be a leisure camp afterall. We got to let our hair down after bathing. We got to wear our slippers around. We got to watch a movie during the night. We got to use our handphones. Wooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. As usual, I didn't speak up much during the debriefs and missed the opportunity to be a game facilitator. Sigh. I really do doubt my presence and ability to be in the 32nd Student Council. Some people would probably question me whether I have the ability to even start with. Alright. Enough of this. I can't bear to continue with this topic. Too much to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We watched this movie. Facing the Giants. Was indeed inspirational. Grant Taylor was the lowest in his life, and yet he managed to overcome all his problems. I have learnt quite a lot of things from this movie. Accept defeats and that's defeat that you will get. We must not be affected by setbacks. We must move on. Do not give up despite the odds for actions will be followed by your beliefs. Success is not determined by the number of victories but how fast we can recover from the number of failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night cycling was errrr... It would be much more interesting for me if I get to go solo on the bike. Although many said that tandem biking is fun as there would be someone to talk to, I feel that going solo would be so much more challenging that sitting at the back just peddling. Haha. I forgot to mention that I was placed to just peddle the tandem. Yes. "Just peddling" should imply that I am the back person. Oh yeah. Timothy was the one being hard at work. He can really scare me to death lah. He didnt hold on to the bike while cycling! And to think he's on a tandem with me!!! We almost bang into a lamp post because he was too engrossed in looking at something at the side. Haha. But all in all, I guess I trusted him riding the tandem with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. That's mostly what I brought back from camp.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2628814759589002989-6862250832464248600?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6862250832464248600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6862250832464248600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6862250832464248600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6862250832464248600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SjERIaU_pJI/AAAAAAAACbQ/15ewiyyKMd0/s72-c/Picture+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2984901649349114175</id><published>2009-06-07T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:29:45.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiuHr_5YaLI/AAAAAAAACbI/z1X6UD4dVoA/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344514572761458866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiuHr_5YaLI/AAAAAAAACbI/z1X6UD4dVoA/s400/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiuEDPNjhEI/AAAAAAAACbA/GSU3s11hmD0/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG. I REALLY NEEDA START STUDYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Till Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Night cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what GuoGuang said.&lt;br /&gt;LEADERSHIP TRAINING CAMP CHAPTER 2 AWAITS...&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/2628814759589002989-2984901649349114175?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2984901649349114175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2984901649349114175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2984901649349114175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2984901649349114175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiuHr_5YaLI/AAAAAAAACbI/z1X6UD4dVoA/s72-c/Picture+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1473276317595808457</id><published>2009-06-05T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:18:20.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiifM3WOSRI/AAAAAAAACa4/_AO_KmO563s/s1600-h/SNC00520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343696001239501074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiifM3WOSRI/AAAAAAAACa4/_AO_KmO563s/s400/SNC00520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 9th month Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 9 months since we started off as a couple. And very soon it will be a year. Very soon yeah. 3 more months. Haha. I have been saying the same old thing for the past 8 monthsary. I guess it will be almost the same for this month too. Thank you for being there for me whenever I need you. I guess there isn't anyone else except my family who loves and cares for me as much as you do . Once again, happy 9th month Darling. I love you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1473276317595808457?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1473276317595808457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1473276317595808457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1473276317595808457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1473276317595808457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-9th-months-darling-it-has-been-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SiifM3WOSRI/AAAAAAAACa4/_AO_KmO563s/s72-c/SNC00520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-3369483841511825423</id><published>2009-05-26T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:28:29.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ShvynMiQVjI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Uopec2F3iKk/s1600-h/Magical_Steps_by_beautifulwolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340128538371577394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ShvynMiQVjI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Uopec2F3iKk/s400/Magical_Steps_by_beautifulwolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D I haven't been blogging recently hur? I cannot find the urge to blog. Neither do I have any substance to blog about. Sigh. My life is all revolving about studies and council. Just recently, or maybe yesterday, I realise I haven't been spending quality time with my family. I am feeling guilty for that. Not a little but seriously a lot. I was actually quite sad that my father turned 50 yesterday. In this 17 years of him being a father, how much of a burden than joy did I actually bring to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can stay as that little innocent girl, being pampered like a little princess by all the people around me. And most importantly, having the attention a daughter could more than expect her parents to give. As time passes, the attention I used to seek or receive no longer come as easy as I could in the past. Expectations of me becomes higher and higher. At times, I feel that their expectations slowly becoming my source of stress. Yes. I know if not for getting 12 for OLevels, my parents will probably feel much more proud in front their friends. I am still upset over the fact that I had 12 for OLevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I just wish I will have the time otherwise find time for my dearest parents who were always there for me in these 17 years. I really miss the time when my parents treat me like a little princess. It would be soon the time for me to pay all these back to them.&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/2628814759589002989-3369483841511825423?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3369483841511825423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=3369483841511825423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3369483841511825423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3369483841511825423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-d-i-havent-been-blogging-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ShvynMiQVjI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Uopec2F3iKk/s72-c/Magical_Steps_by_beautifulwolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5276895369414634540</id><published>2009-05-22T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:14:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ShamndeAA7I/AAAAAAAACaI/E7erRULG3_E/s1600-h/Ecstacy_by_JackieJealousy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338637605149868978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ShamndeAA7I/AAAAAAAACaI/E7erRULG3_E/s400/Ecstacy_by_JackieJealousy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you so much for turning your back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for blaming me on how I have not done my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could be your friend at first when I sense no one really wants your presence around. No matter how much you put me down, it never seem enough to satisfy your undying desire to reach superiority when someone succumbs silently to you. So much for tolerating your nonsense and sarcasm. But it seems like I can no longer do so. You do not take the feelings of people around you into considerations. It doesn't mean that when I don't rebut your brutally honest comments, I am accepting what you say of me. I may not be as outspoken and direct as you, but hey, I have a say. I have my rights. I don't need to live under your criticisms and expectations which you deemed how I should have behaved. Instead of lamenting how people are avoiding you, why not think of how you have treated people around you. I had enough. You are feeling tired, so am I. &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/2628814759589002989-5276895369414634540?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5276895369414634540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5276895369414634540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5276895369414634540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5276895369414634540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-so-much-for-turning-your-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ShamndeAA7I/AAAAAAAACaI/E7erRULG3_E/s72-c/Ecstacy_by_JackieJealousy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1469231398775439583</id><published>2009-05-16T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:38:26.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sg6mFPm7n9I/AAAAAAAACaA/5UqfsGMqxyw/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336385217499996114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sg6mFPm7n9I/AAAAAAAACaA/5UqfsGMqxyw/s400/Picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D Guess I was pretty lucky and unlucky at the same time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my wallet without me knowing until my father called me to collect my wallet from the Community Centre. I placed my wallet into the Popular plastic bag after buying some reference books. Then somehow, the plastic has this very big hole which I only realised after Dad called to ask where my wallet was. That's the unlucky part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the lucky part, the person who chanced upon my wallet decides to be an honest person and return it to the CC without taking my money or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; away. Thanks loads to the person! Not much of an emotion roller coaster though. Yes. Thanks for not putting me through an emotion roller coaster. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think I will be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem and Maths tests is on Monday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I shall be off studying. Thanks to the person once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2628814759589002989-1469231398775439583?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1469231398775439583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1469231398775439583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1469231398775439583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1469231398775439583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-d-guess-i-was-pretty-lucky-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sg6mFPm7n9I/AAAAAAAACaA/5UqfsGMqxyw/s72-c/Picture+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4477082389382612582</id><published>2009-05-15T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:36:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sg1VZRnj-3I/AAAAAAAACZ4/L5mbRxknYHE/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336015026218335090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sg1VZRnj-3I/AAAAAAAACZ4/L5mbRxknYHE/s400/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been updating my blog so often as previous time. To look back in the week, it has been a really busy one. It has been cheering and cheering and cheering for Team SAJC. And hmmm, chionging for tutorials. OMG. There's 2 tests coming up next week lah. One after another. And GP Common Test on the 29th! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO IAN LOH! Haha. Yes. I guess he never reads my blog. But yeah, happy birthday!&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/2628814759589002989-4477082389382612582?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4477082389382612582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4477082389382612582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4477082389382612582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4477082389382612582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sg1VZRnj-3I/AAAAAAAACZ4/L5mbRxknYHE/s72-c/Picture+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4777193414413908865</id><published>2009-05-10T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:06:06.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I gave my Mummy a handbag. I knew she wanted new clothes, but I can't find a top that suit her. So therefore, I settled on a handbag for the gift. Shopped that handbag with Darling. It was supposed to be $39, but I don't know what happen, the cashier charged me $28. Wow. I didn't realise it until Darling told me. Haha. So yeah, saved $11. Maybe is the sales lah. They said storewide sales. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on the Net today. Huang sent this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother is always with you...&lt;br /&gt;She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street;&lt;br /&gt;She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks;&lt;br /&gt;She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother lives inside your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;And she's crystallized in every tear drop.&lt;br /&gt;She's the place you came from, your first home;&lt;br /&gt;and she's the map you follow with every step you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's your first love and your first heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing on earth can separate you.&lt;br /&gt;Not time, not space... not even death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we never take our mothers for granted. Instead, let us be always thankful and grateful to her for everything. A mother's love is not measurable or comparable. Without her love and sacrifices, we may not have come this far in our life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't wait for another day or opportunity to let your Mother know, how much you love and appreciate her. Her presence is our strength. Today is the day! So, let us show our love through our kind words and actions. This will bring the true happiness to her heart and smiles on her face - what other greater gift can we give or receive?&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/2628814759589002989-4777193414413908865?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4777193414413908865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4777193414413908865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4777193414413908865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4777193414413908865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mummy-this-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4155209454484778851</id><published>2009-05-06T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:50:12.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SgGdX1h5AHI/AAAAAAAACZg/jHZb5o4z0Ps/s1600-h/twisted__by_hysteria12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332716466615156850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SgGdX1h5AHI/AAAAAAAACZg/jHZb5o4z0Ps/s400/twisted__by_hysteria12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel the force. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I really do feel the pressure! You can see how PHYSICS-cally inclined I am towards JC life. Studies, Tests, Tournaments, Council! All crushing down on me! Argh. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got my present for Mummy yet. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been meeting Dom lately. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't study for Chem Class Test yet. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought of much idea of Council meeting yet. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finalised my PI yet. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't start on GP revision yet. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's 5 cheering-for-TeamSAJC sessions coming up. What will happen to my voice!? Argh. Let them all crush me to death.&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/2628814759589002989-4155209454484778851?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4155209454484778851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4155209454484778851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4155209454484778851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4155209454484778851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-force.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SgGdX1h5AHI/AAAAAAAACZg/jHZb5o4z0Ps/s72-c/twisted__by_hysteria12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6043561439245436002</id><published>2009-05-02T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:09:07.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sfv9_Q1vUKI/AAAAAAAACZY/BWYZDixulAU/s1600-h/The_Embrace_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331133847217066146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sfv9_Q1vUKI/AAAAAAAACZY/BWYZDixulAU/s400/The_Embrace_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you till I die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till we both break down and cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6043561439245436002?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6043561439245436002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6043561439245436002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6043561439245436002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6043561439245436002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-hold-you-till-i-die-till-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sfv9_Q1vUKI/AAAAAAAACZY/BWYZDixulAU/s72-c/The_Embrace_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-50542261069417844</id><published>2009-04-30T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:01:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. GUESS WHAT?! THIS IS MY 400TH POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SfbtDiryCRI/AAAAAAAACZQ/keVe64XTIT4/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707854145390866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SfbtDiryCRI/AAAAAAAACZQ/keVe64XTIT4/s400/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha. It will be Dom's and my 8th monthsary next Tuesday! Yes. I know it is a little too early to get excited but yeah. I am missing Dom a lot these few days. He's really busy with school, work and training. And I'm busy with PW. We can no longer meet up as ofte n as the previous time. It will be Labour Day tomorrow. And I hope I could take this long holiday to really destress myself from all the schoolwork. Or probably to catch up with some lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Dom loads...&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/2628814759589002989-50542261069417844?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/50542261069417844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=50542261069417844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/50542261069417844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/50542261069417844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SfbtDiryCRI/AAAAAAAACZQ/keVe64XTIT4/s72-c/Picture+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2329506903193388262</id><published>2009-04-25T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:30:58.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328606055930307042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SfMC-ce4oeI/AAAAAAAACZI/wawsSbqJ5Lo/s400/snapshot9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have red cheeks. But I wish I could have them, so I will look healthier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes. I know I havent been updating my blog so often. Blame it on PW. Blame it on PI. Blame it on school. Haha. Okay. Or should I blame it on myself for not able to set aside time to blog? Alright. The latter then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is taking too much of my time. It is robbing away my leisure time and time to study for other subjects! Okay. This is just the place for me to rant! Let me list all the impossibilities that I wanna acheive. I wanna get at least 2 As for this common test. I wanna get above 70 for rank points. HAHA. Yes. The impossibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meet Darling Dom tomorrow. Oh yeah... Haha. Looking forward...&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/2628814759589002989-2329506903193388262?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2329506903193388262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2329506903193388262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2329506903193388262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2329506903193388262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-have-red-cheeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SfMC-ce4oeI/AAAAAAAACZI/wawsSbqJ5Lo/s72-c/snapshot9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5542922137417871939</id><published>2009-04-21T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:31:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Free Cone Day! It was brought by Ben&amp;amp;Jerry. This is in fact my first time attending this event! I remember I only got to know of this last year on that very day, when almost all my classmates were going to get free Ben&amp;amp;Jerry ice cream! Haha. That should show how slow I was of getting to receive news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only got to know Free Cone Day 2009 is today! Haha. I went to the Cathay with XuanYing and Ian. We were practically running from school to the MRT. And that was because of me being kiasu. Haha. There was seriously damn lots of people queuing for just one cone of ice cream okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I saw? I saw Yvonne Liew and Marissa! Haha. And thanks to them, thats how we got our 2nd cone of ice cream! Haha. I must make sure I will go for Free Cone Day 2010!&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/2628814759589002989-5542922137417871939?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5542922137417871939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5542922137417871939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5542922137417871939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5542922137417871939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-d-today-is-free-cone-day-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-3546538960025324241</id><published>2009-04-15T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:15:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =) 32nd Student Council Commendation is finally over! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Aunty Ling came to watch the commendation. And I was looking at my worst. Serious. Hair totally tied back. FLAT. This hairstyle totally dampened my whole mood, and I didn't want to take pictures at all! Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I am glad that I really didn't screw up much except for the march-in. I was really confused about which leg to step forward first. We were all on different footings. All of us were kinda nervous before everything starts, I guess. And this makes our march-in kinda messy. Sigh. We were not synchronised. Everyone was quite disappointed for this part. We practised so hard just for this very one event, and right at the very beginning, SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the address was kinda long. I started to feel really sleepy, and almost dozed off. Oh oh oh. The last part was really impromptu! Before the Exco could get back to their seats, the Chaplain had already asked for the college hymn to be played. So from there, yeah, extra nervous and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, all in all. Great to feel relieved. Opps. Not really. I have to hand in GP assignment by tomorrow. Argh. I feel the stress.&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-3546538960025324241?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3546538960025324241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=3546538960025324241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3546538960025324241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3546538960025324241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-32nd-student-council-commendation.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-792174971637226727</id><published>2009-04-14T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:59:54.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeSEeUowc-I/AAAAAAAACZA/YsiWTPAlNuA/s1600-h/colorize_by_noooi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324526315929367522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeSEeUowc-I/AAAAAAAACZA/YsiWTPAlNuA/s400/colorize_by_noooi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If we were to mix all the colours up, we would only end up getting black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hate making decisions. Seriously. I remember blogging about how I hated making decisions so much in January about JC or Polytechnic. And now, I am supposed to make another decision for myself about going to Cambodia for OCIP. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 32nd Student Council will be sent to Cambodia for OCIP in June to help build water pumps for the villagers so that they will get fresh water everyday. I do not deny that it will certainly be a good opportunity for me to be exposed and lend a helping hand to the poor and needy people. Furthermore, the whole council will be going. It will make a good trip for us to forge strong bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been discussing about this issue with my parents recently. Although my parents may say that they will allow me to go for OCIP if I really want to, I can sense the reluctance in my parents' decision of allowing me to go. And this really bothers me a lot. Sigh. And now, the decision lies solely on me. I would rather my parents strongly object than allowing me to decide for myself. Argh. Why put me into a dilemma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually quite a few reasons I keep holding myself back from going to Cambodia. Firstly, I don't get my parents' and boyfriend's full support.  And secondly, I am really scared that once I am gone, I will never come back. I have always been afraid of holiday trips. Plane crash. Earthquake. Tsunami. Hurricane. Terrorist attacks. Riots. Droughts. Floods.  To sum it all, all these will probably lead to one of my greatest fear - Death. Sigh. You will probably think why I am such stupid girl who worry about something would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever thought that SiChuan Earthquake will happen when you are planning a trip to China? Has the thought of being held hostage run through Ms Lo Hoei Yen when she is on her way to Mumbai? None of that. But did these unfortunate incidents happen? Yes. It does. Without a signal. Without a warning. Leaving the victims' family in great agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It is either I choose to go or not to go. I cannot possibly choose two... I will probably end up no where. Sigh...&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/2628814759589002989-792174971637226727?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/792174971637226727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=792174971637226727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/792174971637226727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/792174971637226727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-we-were-to-mix-all-colours-up-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeSEeUowc-I/AAAAAAAACZA/YsiWTPAlNuA/s72-c/colorize_by_noooi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1513265554361955720</id><published>2009-04-11T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:32:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton training today was okay. Daphne and me played against the guys. Lost most of the matches. Haha. :P We had rubber set for one match okay. So it is either the guys are lousy or we are better. My skills drop damn a lot can. Sad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had SC stuff after training. We had to fold roses for the VIPs who will be attending our commendation. I had always wanted to learn how to fold roses to give Dom for monthsary. But I just can't seem to find time to do so. And thanks to SC, I learnt how to fold roses. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a rash person, I went to Hougang Mall's Popular to buy the stuff after meeting Dom. I didn't want him to know about my plans, so I asked not to follow me when I was in Popular, but he had to came in and spoil everything! Argh. Then the both of us decided that we shall get the materials and do the roses together =) I love Dom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Pictures below. I shall go play Restaurant City now! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were in Hougang MRT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8qIDcRI/AAAAAAAACY4/2eJu6p4oUTQ/s1600-h/SNC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323426225954451730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8qIDcRI/AAAAAAAACY4/2eJu6p4oUTQ/s400/SNC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8TVM2hI/AAAAAAAACYw/hwHPuQyk37g/s1600-h/SNC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323426219835578898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8TVM2hI/AAAAAAAACYw/hwHPuQyk37g/s400/SNC00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to surrender this card to them. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I took a picture with it to keep as memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8AWXn0I/AAAAAAAACYo/xFKdc5JybdE/s1600-h/SNC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323426214740205378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8AWXn0I/AAAAAAAACYo/xFKdc5JybdE/s400/SNC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Hougang Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb76SBcZI/AAAAAAAACYg/LrcnuOytAdM/s1600-h/SNC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323426213111361938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb76SBcZI/AAAAAAAACYg/LrcnuOytAdM/s400/SNC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323423940368957106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCZ3nqAfrI/AAAAAAAACYY/HpblUqDKvVM/s400/SNC00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Darling who will provide me with the most comfy cuddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCZ3Q_Z_nI/AAAAAAAACYQ/83IV3BYMRK8/s1600-h/SNC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323423934284693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCZ3Q_Z_nI/AAAAAAAACYQ/83IV3BYMRK8/s400/SNC00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish that the clock could tick slower at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1513265554361955720?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1513265554361955720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1513265554361955720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1513265554361955720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1513265554361955720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-d-badminton-training-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SeCb8qIDcRI/AAAAAAAACY4/2eJu6p4oUTQ/s72-c/SNC00072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6457306741916504180</id><published>2009-04-09T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:26:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd67gx8hIUI/AAAAAAAACYA/avN1XJEx4sI/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322897981435879746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd67gx8hIUI/AAAAAAAACYA/avN1XJEx4sI/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GO VENN GO! GO VENN GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha. Yes. It's SAJC Sports Day 2009! Wheeee! Guess what? Runners in Heat 1 and Heat 2 had to do the march past once Sports Day commence. 09S08 was in Heat 1, which means that we had to do the march past. According to the PE teacher, he said that we are the first people to do march past in the history of SAJC. Yeah. So we walked according to Venn, Loy Fatt, Hose, Gomes and Romanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd67gncO6eI/AAAAAAAACX4/eU1XOz7Xopk/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322897978616113634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd67gncO6eI/AAAAAAAACX4/eU1XOz7Xopk/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;09S08 did not get into the top 16 for 10 x 200m. Hmmm. No comments on that. But we ranked third in Heat 1. This proves that 09S08 isn't that bad afterall. Haha. Oh. Loy Fatt people kept falling down while running. It is either they run damn fast that they lose control of their legs or they no longer have any more strength to lift their legs up, yet inertia pushed their body forward. But I have to applaud them for their courage and determination to pick themselves up and finished the race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm. SAJC Sports Day had only one event - 10 x 200m throughout the whole Sports Day, which was kinda boring. So most of us went to the canteen to eat and chitchat and blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zJ9fWscI/AAAAAAAACXw/JmdFbkfEpTo/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322677687072240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zJ9fWscI/AAAAAAAACXw/JmdFbkfEpTo/s400/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hung and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zJUf1wlI/AAAAAAAACXo/J82JBTVPd6g/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322677676068422226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zJUf1wlI/AAAAAAAACXo/J82JBTVPd6g/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MoJoJoJo and Me. Haha. He's always seen with the PowerPuff Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zJA3Uf3I/AAAAAAAACXg/PDsAxYy_KKE/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322677670798196594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zJA3Uf3I/AAAAAAAACXg/PDsAxYy_KKE/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presenting to you the PowerPuff Girls and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zIxdsKJI/AAAAAAAACXY/pFQyvetBlo8/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322677666664163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zIxdsKJI/AAAAAAAACXY/pFQyvetBlo8/s400/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chor Chor and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zIF95QTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/4XHAHI4PmgI/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322677654988079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd3zIF95QTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/4XHAHI4PmgI/s400/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister and Ah Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha. Yup. We stayed in the canteen for too long that we missed the Musical Chair game. Haha. It doesnt matter actually. I would probably have lost in the first round. Anyway, the champion house for year 2009 is Romanis. It was Venn last year alright. Loy Fatt came in second, followed by Venn then Hose then Gomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. It was such a pity that I had to stay back for commendation practice after Sports' Day. =( Haha. It wasn't that bad lah. We got to go home at 6 plus. It is considered good already alright. We could only go home at 10 plus the previous days. Commendation is on next Wednesday. Argh!!! I'm kinda scared for it luh. Okay. I shall go and mug now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6457306741916504180?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6457306741916504180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6457306741916504180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6457306741916504180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6457306741916504180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-venn-go-go-venn-go-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sd67gx8hIUI/AAAAAAAACYA/avN1XJEx4sI/s72-c/Picture+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-3379790352538001656</id><published>2009-04-07T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:06:50.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sdtm-WYC1SI/AAAAAAAACXI/QJG6NXNELro/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960606012724514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sdtm-WYC1SI/AAAAAAAACXI/QJG6NXNELro/s400/Picnik+collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Late night commendation rehearsal make us unable to meet up as frequent as previous times.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm sorry Darling.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will make up to you in one way or another alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then,&lt;br /&gt;We will go on a study date to keep each company while our brain cells are hard at work.&lt;br /&gt;We will catch more movies to allow us for the relaxation of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;We will go to Sentosa at least twice a month to enjoy the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Just us.&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-3379790352538001656?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3379790352538001656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=3379790352538001656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3379790352538001656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/3379790352538001656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night-commendation-rehearsal-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sdtm-WYC1SI/AAAAAAAACXI/QJG6NXNELro/s72-c/Picnik+collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1384197316286349701</id><published>2009-04-05T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:19:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SdjJUMAKgUI/AAAAAAAACXA/GEz8zCRUD8U/s1600-h/My_love_is_bigger_than_yours_by_klo_ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224308394721602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SdjJUMAKgUI/AAAAAAAACXA/GEz8zCRUD8U/s400/My_love_is_bigger_than_yours_by_klo_ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's the emotions I used to be filled with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's everything I used to have in my hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't rob them away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1384197316286349701?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1384197316286349701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1384197316286349701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1384197316286349701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1384197316286349701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-emotions-i-used-to-be-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SdjJUMAKgUI/AAAAAAAACXA/GEz8zCRUD8U/s72-c/My_love_is_bigger_than_yours_by_klo_ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6272119379831946295</id><published>2009-04-05T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:35:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 7th Month Darling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SdiFZJrL0tI/AAAAAAAACW4/CaCcC-VwlXE/s1600-h/SNC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321149626878513874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SdiFZJrL0tI/AAAAAAAACW4/CaCcC-VwlXE/s400/SNC00167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It has been a long time since we went on a date of our own. I remember we used to go Sentosa or catch a movie on every Saturday. But it seems like after I attended school in SA, my time for you gets lesser and lesser. And I can't fulfil my duties as a girlfriend. I'm sorry Darling. I would like to tell you that even if I am busy with my studies at home or in school, you will certainly occupy a space in my heart. I will still need you as much as before, or probably even more. And on a happier note, I love you loads! Muacks.&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/2628814759589002989-6272119379831946295?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6272119379831946295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6272119379831946295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6272119379831946295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6272119379831946295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-7th-month-darling-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SdiFZJrL0tI/AAAAAAAACW4/CaCcC-VwlXE/s72-c/SNC00167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7645259910761692475</id><published>2009-04-04T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:42:18.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sdbuuwe0YqI/AAAAAAAACWw/ZsERT8I0i8k/s1600-h/Ezann039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320702496840376994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sdbuuwe0YqI/AAAAAAAACWw/ZsERT8I0i8k/s400/Ezann039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello!!! And once again I privated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that in hope that my resourceful civics teacher will not be able to get a glimpse of my blog after finding my blog. Haha. He goes around, searching for student's blogs with the help of Google, I think. Quite a few of my classmates' blogs have been under attack already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. This week was rather hectic for me, or rather maybe for most of the councillors. Having commendation rehearsal from 3pm in the hot afternoon to 10pm late at night. I do not have enough time to complete my tutorials and revision. Yes. Not to say time for Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I got to go rush my PW out now. &lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-7645259910761692475?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7645259910761692475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7645259910761692475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7645259910761692475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7645259910761692475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-and-once-again-i-privated-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sdbuuwe0YqI/AAAAAAAACWw/ZsERT8I0i8k/s72-c/Ezann039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-1625645764462052107</id><published>2009-03-28T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:43:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?! Min is supporting Earth Hour!!! Haha. The lights are off but the fan and television are on :P And my maid is in the toilet bathing without the lights. Haha. And I am using the laptop without the current. I am using the charged battery, so I am still saving the Earth hur? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day the 31st SC and the 32nd SC had Captain Ball and Soccer Match. So after a very tough fight against the 31st, the 32nd Girls was thrashed for Captain Ball and the guys had a draw for the Soccer Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commendation is in 4 weeks' time... PW is by Monday... Everything is so cramped up. I don't have time for studies. My PW has not been done yet. Oh nooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318434741945640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sc7gODLEJII/AAAAAAAACWg/_HSt3vGD2kw/s400/Feeties__by_EmeryRose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-1625645764462052107?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1625645764462052107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=1625645764462052107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1625645764462052107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/1625645764462052107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sc7gODLEJII/AAAAAAAACWg/_HSt3vGD2kw/s72-c/Feeties__by_EmeryRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6433218218478200159</id><published>2009-03-24T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:03:39.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Scjndz7TeJI/AAAAAAAACWY/9XpyPbeoqyg/s1600-h/262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316753859452041362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Scjndz7TeJI/AAAAAAAACWY/9XpyPbeoqyg/s400/262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 200th Day Darling!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6433218218478200159?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6433218218478200159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6433218218478200159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6433218218478200159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6433218218478200159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-200th-day-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Scjndz7TeJI/AAAAAAAACWY/9XpyPbeoqyg/s72-c/262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-2154650395058990861</id><published>2009-03-21T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:34:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ScRseTv57KI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wu6ki3aEK_0/s1600-h/Picture+122(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315492728157105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ScRseTv57KI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wu6ki3aEK_0/s400/Picture+122(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something so strong yet so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-2154650395058990861?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2154650395058990861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=2154650395058990861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2154650395058990861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/2154650395058990861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is-something-so-strong-yet-fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ScRseTv57KI/AAAAAAAACWQ/wu6ki3aEK_0/s72-c/Picture+122(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-7343614656274726996</id><published>2009-03-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:30:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ScI6oEki3SI/AAAAAAAACVw/3z7Qyc7yMzg/s1600-h/__s_o_l_i_t_u_d_e___by_pigarot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314874970346806562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ScI6oEki3SI/AAAAAAAACVw/3z7Qyc7yMzg/s400/__s_o_l_i_t_u_d_e___by_pigarot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A promise made is meant to be kept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-7343614656274726996?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7343614656274726996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=7343614656274726996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7343614656274726996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/7343614656274726996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/promise-made-is-meant-to-be-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/ScI6oEki3SI/AAAAAAAACVw/3z7Qyc7yMzg/s72-c/__s_o_l_i_t_u_d_e___by_pigarot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4045198616463963278</id><published>2009-03-18T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:33:45.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello people!!! I am back from Student Council Leadership Training Camp. It wasn't as bad as I think it is. It wasn't as bad as Selection Camp too. I made more friends in LTC than Selection Camp. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was placed in the group "Trust" together with Lynna. Since the 32nd Student Council are more guy-dominant, my group which consists of 11 people has only 4 girls. Haha. "Trustees" for LTC '09 were Jun He, Gunawan, ChiaHeng, Jermaine, Kevin, YangQi, Gabriel, Charlene, Lynna, Isabel and Me. Yeah. Fun loving people. Trust was like the best lah. Hmmm. All would be nothing but memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 days, I was preserving through every activities. And of course, with support of group mates in Trust. Those games were all fun, and of course had elements of perseverance and cooperation and blah. The worst thing in the whole camp was probably the pumpings and taking care of eggs. Each of us were supposed to bring about one egg wherever we go. If it breaks or crack, we would be required to take care of another egg. Guess what? The whole council broke 42 eggs in 4 days which means additional 420 pumpings to the pumpings count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We were abruptly woken up at 2 plus by the 31st. We only had 4 minutes to get ready everything to walk to Sentosa. WALK! From Potong Pasir to HarbourFront. It took us 4 hours. Was rather tiring, but we had a great sense of achievement! When we reached Vivocity, all of us went V-I-V-O, V-I-V-O, V-I-V-O..., then water from above the highway came splashing on us. Haha. That was the funniest part lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Anyway, I am back from LTC. SC Commendation rehearsal will start next Wednesday. Oh. I must start studying! Haha. &lt;/span&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/2628814759589002989-4045198616463963278?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4045198616463963278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4045198616463963278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4045198616463963278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4045198616463963278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-people-i-am-back-from-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4645825104050620340</id><published>2009-03-11T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:28:00.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbfGlbuLZvI/AAAAAAAACVY/jj-i4_8BBYg/s1600-h/Im_losing_my_own_by_m1kikey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311932631905691378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbfGlbuLZvI/AAAAAAAACVY/jj-i4_8BBYg/s400/Im_losing_my_own_by_m1kikey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to be free from troubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lots of stuff have happened these few days. Okay. Not a lot but these things that happened changed my lifestyle. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Firstly, the MSAs. Physics MSA was yesterday, Chem MSA was today. I sense my As flying far beyond my sight. I was careless in Physics. And time was really limited for Chem MSA. Sigh. No more As. =( Or am i aiming the impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Next, I got into Student Council. I wasn't really happy about it. Everything would probably be different if Clement got in. SC is nothing for me without him getting in. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-4645825104050620340?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4645825104050620340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4645825104050620340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4645825104050620340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4645825104050620340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-be-free-from-troubles.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbfGlbuLZvI/AAAAAAAACVY/jj-i4_8BBYg/s72-c/Im_losing_my_own_by_m1kikey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6005284423073834171</id><published>2009-03-08T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:31:38.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbO2lVukWqI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XWjVCmDkxyw/s1600-h/Jodie_II_by_Euphanasia7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310789138203826850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbO2lVukWqI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XWjVCmDkxyw/s400/Jodie_II_by_Euphanasia7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbO2cjL9elI/AAAAAAAACVI/u3cP5dfJDwo/s1600-h/Spiral_Notebook_F2_8_by_captg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;I should be smiling like the girl in the picture. But MSA's just 2 days away. I can't smile. I wish I can draw on the walls like her, but it seems like I can only doodle on scrap papers while studying. Why am I a stressed out kid? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics on Tuesday. Chemistry on Wednesday. Economics on Thursday. Mathematics on Friday. And being a failure, I don't know when is GP MSA. Help! Everything's damn packed. I have no time for myself. Not to even say time to accompany Darling. Sorry Darling... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MSA, there will be Leadership Traning Camp provided that I can get through the election. Sigh. After that, March holidays will be over and mugging will start all over again. Argh. When will I have a free time of my own?&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/2628814759589002989-6005284423073834171?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6005284423073834171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6005284423073834171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6005284423073834171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6005284423073834171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-be-smiling-like-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SbO2lVukWqI/AAAAAAAACVQ/XWjVCmDkxyw/s72-c/Jodie_II_by_Euphanasia7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-9198872531971818278</id><published>2009-03-05T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:57:07.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sa_S7Z0c3YI/AAAAAAAACUw/I6fXn7W1QbE/s1600-h/Picture+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309694403678100866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sa_S7Z0c3YI/AAAAAAAACUw/I6fXn7W1QbE/s400/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Darling! It has been half a year. 6 months. I hope you didn't get sick and tired of me or anything, because I still love you as much as 6 months ago! It seems like after school started for me, I can hardly find time to accompany you out. I know you will understand and be there for me whenever I need you right? Thanks for all you have done for these 6 months. I appreciate it. =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-9198872531971818278?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9198872531971818278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=9198872531971818278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9198872531971818278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9198872531971818278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/Sa_S7Z0c3YI/AAAAAAAACUw/I6fXn7W1QbE/s72-c/Picture+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-5228296761560768652</id><published>2009-02-28T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:02:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D I just came back from the Selection Camp. I was in Draconis, together with Sister Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of my body is aching. From all those activities which includes shifting all that tables and chairs in the first level of 2 blocks to the hall, tons lots of 8-count Jumping Jack and all those pumpings. Guys' style lah. How could the girls take it sia?! Or is it me only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this camp really stretches us to the limits. It started of with checking our attire and then the bag check. My attire was alright, except that the instructors find my sock too low. I thought only TKGS would only care if your socks are low. Oh. They made us dump the stuff in our bag in and out. Like ARGH!!! Freaking fed up. I was damn scared that my things will go missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time limit for every activity they made us do. Oh. And every mistake we do is equivalent to 10 pumpings. We need to complete 1500+ pushups by 9pm before we can go home. Guys' style. Seriously, you know how weak I am in my hands, my hands were trembling until my left hand gave way. I gotta thank all the guys that helped by giving support during the pumping sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back with bruises and cuts. I remember we had this activity, kneeling up or frog-jumped up the stairs then duck-walked across to the other stairs and repeat the whole thing again. Kneeling up the stairs leh. Sure will kena some abrasion or bruises de right? Oh. And we only had 2 hours of sleep. And we could only bathe for 5 minutes each. And I managed to survive through Selection Camp... Applause please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. The sole of my shoe keep coming out despite the numerous attempts of gluing it back. Instructor Alicia got kinda fed up and finally provided me with duct tape to stick it together. Haha. Okay. The selection camp is finally over!!!! Woooots. I shall just get prepared for the muscle aches tomorrow.&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/2628814759589002989-5228296761560768652?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5228296761560768652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=5228296761560768652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5228296761560768652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/5228296761560768652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-d-i-just-came-back-from-selection.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-796141204202869753</id><published>2009-02-26T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:55:32.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaZ7llNQf2I/AAAAAAAACUg/JlB_ff1GK7M/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065096475803490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaZ7llNQf2I/AAAAAAAACUg/JlB_ff1GK7M/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello =D I haven't been blogging for a long time. Did I blog yesterday? =P Haha. Anyway, it is kinda surprising that I am shortlisted for the Selection Camp for SC. Remember I said that I was not able to answer most of their questions? And I freaking cried in the interview room? I guess it was just sympathy that they allow me for the Selection Camp. Probably just luck lah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been putting up my zilian picture for so long. Haha. I just had this urge to put it up today. Right. I gotta go bathe and start packing the stuff for tomorrow.&lt;br /&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/2628814759589002989-796141204202869753?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/796141204202869753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=796141204202869753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/796141204202869753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/796141204202869753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-d-i-havent-been-blogging-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaZ7llNQf2I/AAAAAAAACUg/JlB_ff1GK7M/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-9008769646739784570</id><published>2009-02-24T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:19:46.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaP4JMYHI8I/AAAAAAAACUY/tMZoJZXDs24/s1600-h/Opposites_attract_by_Jenniholma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306357622797444034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaP4JMYHI8I/AAAAAAAACUY/tMZoJZXDs24/s400/Opposites_attract_by_Jenniholma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Distinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaP39ubFDBI/AAAAAAAACUQ/THyJZlW2IrU/s1600-h/Blue_Skies_4_by_ray_chull.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello :D I am getting on fine. I didn't cry for 4 or 5 days. I just cried for only 1 hour. Just on and off in that hour lah. Come to think of it, others was far worse than mine yet they managed to survive the whole interview without shedding a tear. They are supposed to beg people to march with them around the blocks for rounds. I didn't even need to do that. I guess life has been always smooth sailing for me. It makes me unable to adapt or take hardships. It's time for me to step out of my comfort zone.&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/2628814759589002989-9008769646739784570?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9008769646739784570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=9008769646739784570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9008769646739784570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9008769646739784570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/distinct.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SaP4JMYHI8I/AAAAAAAACUY/tMZoJZXDs24/s72-c/Opposites_attract_by_Jenniholma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-4698757565005086411</id><published>2009-02-20T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:19:03.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZ64cXdMDaI/AAAAAAAACTw/22sc6XaLiAI/s1600-h/you__ve_broken_your_only_doll__by_Lothleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304880208561311138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZ64cXdMDaI/AAAAAAAACTw/22sc6XaLiAI/s400/you__ve_broken_your_only_doll__by_Lothleg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sigh... What's done is done. But I can't help to think how a useless freak I was during the 32th Student Council's interview. I couldn't even speak up or articulate my words. I was practically stumbling over every word I was saying. I came out of the interview venue crying. Something no one could expect me doing in school. Everyone in school thinks that I am a cheerful girl who occasionally get emotional over little stuff. Who would have expect me to have tears trickling down my cheecks after the interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this interview is not as easy you think it is. If it is easy, do you think I would come out of the room, crying my heart out? Even the OLevel oral wasn't that scary. At least the teachers were smiling at you. My interviewers had black faces and they were making me feel damn intimidated with them trying to rebut every sentence I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that my brain can't think fast enough for them to test me. I admit I lack the confidence to be a student coucillor. I admit I don't have what it takes to be in the 32th Student Council. I guess I should just give up. &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/2628814759589002989-4698757565005086411?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4698757565005086411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=4698757565005086411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4698757565005086411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/4698757565005086411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZ64cXdMDaI/AAAAAAAACTw/22sc6XaLiAI/s72-c/you__ve_broken_your_only_doll__by_Lothleg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-213225968986273534</id><published>2009-02-19T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:49:38.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZ1vgY8S4BI/AAAAAAAACTg/XtkVMtS5jDE/s1600-h/265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304518538354155538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZ1vgY8S4BI/AAAAAAAACTg/XtkVMtS5jDE/s400/265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let my fly. I want my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You wouldn't understand the stress I am undergoing right now at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite happening for me tomorrow. "Happening" is too positive a word for me to use. 2 GP essays, Maths and Physics tutorials, plus SC interview. Omg... Help me out. I am going through so many things in a day. How do you expect me to survive this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I am exaggerating. Haha. I guess it is only the SC interview that is freaking me out lah. I wanna get into SC! But if unfortunately I failed to get into SC, I don't think I will be very sad, after all I am not cut out to be a student councillor. I can't rally people to high with me because they will probably think I zi-high. I can't carry on a conversation with people I don't know well. Sigh. I lack the leadership in me. I am born to be a follower. &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/2628814759589002989-213225968986273534?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/213225968986273534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=213225968986273534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/213225968986273534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/213225968986273534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-my-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZ1vgY8S4BI/AAAAAAAACTg/XtkVMtS5jDE/s72-c/265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6904348953699170218</id><published>2009-02-16T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:01:20.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahhhhh!!!! My rose is dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it water! I gave it sunlight! I gave it my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it everything the rose should need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like it can't pull through the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I shall make it a dry rose then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only memories will last....&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/2628814759589002989-6904348953699170218?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6904348953699170218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6904348953699170218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6904348953699170218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6904348953699170218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhh-my-rose-is-dying-i-gave-it-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-9133350433195255363</id><published>2009-02-14T10:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:40:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZflLtYLgXI/AAAAAAAACSg/47Hoif2xaLg/s1600-h/Picture+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302959075574382962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZflLtYLgXI/AAAAAAAACSg/47Hoif2xaLg/s400/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;How was your Valentine's Day today? Today was indeed one of the most brilliant and wonderful days I had after JC life started. And this was all brought to me by my lovely boyfriend, Dominic Low. =D Thank you Darling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302703572646813202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb8zezO3hI/AAAAAAAACSQ/RCVDZWXMCVg/s400/SNC00396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you noticed the couples out on the street today, when the guys passed his Valentine's present to the girls, the girls would have this "Hey, I'm really lucky!" smile on their faces. I was no exception. I have all the love from my boyfriend. It is certainly not any less from those girls on the street I saw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302966939931534450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZfsVeZCZHI/AAAAAAAACSo/RRbLvalA9OQ/s400/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had my rose and 'I Love You' balloon yesterday and I had better things today. I received a card with this box, containing a bear-candle and a glass filled with little blue roses, accompanied with this small cute bear holding a rose. And Dom said that every present he gives has a meaning behind it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302701257374432034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb6stvR-yI/AAAAAAAACRg/0eU9oEEiUOU/s400/SNC00387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You see the cute little bear holding a pink rose? So cute right? I love it okay. Dom said that the rose with bear is to stand in for the real rose because the real rose will wither and since the rose symbolises his love for me, he doesn't want his love for me to die off. That's why he gave me a rose that I can keep it forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302701255035413986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb6slBnZeI/AAAAAAAACRo/9kLFoSzbJ94/s400/SNC00392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And inside the box, there're the roses below, Dom chose blue. Blue symbolises melancholy. He said that if there is be a day when I am feeling blue, I could confide in him and he would be there for me. He added that our love will be unique and it will be the last relationship for the both of us :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302702391058380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb7utCmN3I/AAAAAAAACRw/65F0F46g5gE/s400/SNC00448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this bear-candle. Dom said that he's the bear hoping to give me never ending light, warmth and most importantly love. Another candle below represents his love, also hoping to provide me with light and warmth. "I want you to be the happiest girl on Earth with me." =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302981969615364450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZf6AUU5oWI/AAAAAAAACSw/40q8fpeEv5U/s400/SNC00446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So we met at Kovan MRT as usual. He always travel from Commonwealth to Kovan because he doesn't want me to travel alone. He does that on every date. =) Anyway, we decided on going Tiong Bahru Plaza. You know what? His mum damn cool can. She gave him $50 to spend Valentine's with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. We went to eat Western Food. I find their food really nice. Haha. There was student price for only primary and secondary students. Since we are tertiary students, we were not eligible to get the food at student price. However, I still had my secondary EZ-link card with me, and tata, I got my food at student price. Managed to save money for Darling! So while we were waiting for the food to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Nah! Baby. This is for you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302703565688979298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb8zE4Wv2I/AAAAAAAACSI/BhY3IrXhfFc/s400/SNC00394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thank you Darling!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303011786513048818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZgVH47R5PI/AAAAAAAACTA/eR6XbTdQv5s/s400/SNC00391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He decided to ignore me for I don't know what reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302700305355680386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb51TMUqoI/AAAAAAAACRY/3Tk9ZOAriCg/s400/SNC00382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But never mind, I shall entertain myself by taking pictures of myself. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302703584636836114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb80Ld4GRI/AAAAAAAACSY/ahcma9xbqmU/s400/SNC00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whee! My food came first! Chicken cutlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302998929260905570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZgJbf7fhGI/AAAAAAAACS4/QsqGIqVJk-o/s400/SNC00401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling. I don't want to wait for you le ah. I shall dig in first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697882155396258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb3oQEWrKI/AAAAAAAACQg/FC8FNNx9Qsg/s400/SNC00408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling caught stealing my food in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302699653679070546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb5PXggvVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/QD6-Xt15sfM/s400/SNC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He keeps stealing my fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb5PmjtdPI/AAAAAAAACRA/6s1qwWfVkD8/s1600-h/SNC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302699657719018738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb5PmjtdPI/AAAAAAAACRA/6s1qwWfVkD8/s400/SNC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Darling's food came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302699654489700050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb5Pahx9tI/AAAAAAAACQw/0aTVNrfVAGQ/s400/SNC00410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so hungry that he kept eating and ignored me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697880632788754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb3oKZVhxI/AAAAAAAACQY/Vk9588y-RAU/s400/SNC00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Anyway, after lunch, we went to catch the Pink Panther 2. I have no comments on the movie. I just knew that Dom was there with me throughout the movie. Yeah. After the movie, we went to Queensway to get my Valentine present for Dom. I'm really sorry Darling. I was not able to get my present for you. But I hope you will like the belt that you chose. ^^ Use it more often ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302702390518607506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb7urB57pI/AAAAAAAACR4/1fY4bTZvHrk/s400/SNC00465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess where we went after Queensway? Haha. We went to Ikea! Ikea sells nice hotdog at a hot price of only $1. I am gonna get 5 of that the next time I go there. Haha. Anyway, Dom kept saying that he is going to get this and this or that and that the next time we have our own house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling looks so cool here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb3n-k1kUI/AAAAAAAACQQ/IDZBcpinaqQ/s1600-h/SNC00429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697877459800386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb3n-k1kUI/AAAAAAAACQQ/IDZBcpinaqQ/s400/SNC00429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the Kids' Section. I wish I had that kinda room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302696329490984210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb2N38T7RI/AAAAAAAACP4/Qh6asPmeA4Y/s400/SNC00433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you looking at ah?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302696319314722914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb2NSCGgGI/AAAAAAAACPw/W0bQ9MZgE0M/s400/SNC00442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee! I am cooking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697866029921890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb3nT_vdmI/AAAAAAAACQA/Vi5T28iATpg/s400/SNC00438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this! The mirror so damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302697869774534578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb3nh8ht7I/AAAAAAAACQI/gU7KXP-y4wM/s400/SNC00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes. Time flies. And we took 153 home. Quite a long ride home but we were still taking pictures on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom's tired and yet he's still cuddling his present for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb2NDluarI/AAAAAAAACPo/kQe08p5gdL0/s1600-h/SNC00444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302696315437607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb2NDluarI/AAAAAAAACPo/kQe08p5gdL0/s400/SNC00444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yup. This was how I spent my Valentine's Day with my beloved Dom! This Valentine's Day is certainly the best in my entire life. Really. Thank you Darling! Will we spend next year's Valentine's Day together? Anyway, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end off this post with me and cute little bear.... Afterall, Dom said that he is the bear. Haha! Once again, thanks for the presents Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb2MY-ryXI/AAAAAAAACPY/P2W7avDa75M/s1600-h/SNC00450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302696303999568242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZb2MY-ryXI/AAAAAAAACPY/P2W7avDa75M/s400/SNC00450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-9133350433195255363?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9133350433195255363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=9133350433195255363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9133350433195255363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9133350433195255363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-how-was-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZflLtYLgXI/AAAAAAAACSg/47Hoif2xaLg/s72-c/Picture+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-9125783726159313658</id><published>2009-02-13T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:56:09.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello =D It will be Valentine's Day tomorrow. But the school's atmosphere today was as if it is Valentine. Today is actually the end of Friendship Week. For the entire Friendship Week, the Student Council was selling flowers and balloons in school. Or is it only the start of Wednesday? Haha. Anyway, everyone were exchanging gifts today, be it flowers or balloons or home-made brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee. Guess what? I managed to get 2 balloons! Notice the word 'managed'? Try inferring what is the actual meaning. Haha. I have to actually persuade Clement to part with his $3 to get me one balloon. Oh oh. And another balloon, it is from Ryan, my used-to-be tuition friend. He damn steady lah. Just jokingly asked him for a balloon and he immediately took out a $10-note and get one for me. Yeah. That's how I got my 2 balloons. Great thanks to Ryan and especially Clement, because he had to part with $3 to get a balloon just to satisfy my stupid want. Thanks ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I met Dom at Plaza Singapura today too! He's damn sweet. He got me a rose and a balloon too. The balloon thingy wasn't quite a surprise because I bugged Dom to get me one too. I used to think that balloon is a waste of money, and that I will never get anyone balloons, not even one. Till now, I still think that balloon is a waste of money. I never knew that guys would actually spend a little money on a useless thing just to see a smile on a girl's face. Do all guys do that? At least I know Dom does that. The rose on the otherhand was given to me as a surprise. First time getting a rose! =D Yes, after 16 years. I love my boyfriend!!! He's trying to give me another surprise tomorrow. Well, I can say I am kinda excited about tomorrow. We took some pictures today but I cant post it up yet since the pictures are in Dom's phone. Oh, we went Couple Lab to see the rings since Dom said he wanted new ones. The bracelets on display caught my eyes... Ahem. Wink wink. You get it Dom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the weekend is here again. The Physics teacher mentioned about studying 15 hours during the weekend. 7.5 hours each on Saturday and Sunday. Sigh. What's with this world? I need a break. Oh oh. My muscles are still aching. Does that give me an excuse not to study? Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264809408652802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZVtwGXbZgI/AAAAAAAACPI/s_QRmFz4Uq4/s400/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302264808126331618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZVtwBlsuuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/oku2nvYY67U/s400/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-9125783726159313658?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9125783726159313658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=9125783726159313658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9125783726159313658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/9125783726159313658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-d-it-will-be-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZVtwGXbZgI/AAAAAAAACPI/s_QRmFz4Uq4/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-6926820565221450406</id><published>2009-02-12T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:34:45.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Remember I said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rockclimbed&lt;/span&gt; and played badminton yesterday? Now I have muscle aches all over my body. I can barely stretch myself or raise my hand up or squat properly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. That's the result of not touching the racket for so long and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kiang&lt;/span&gt;' try new sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OGL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alynn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday! And she has at least 7 big balloons. Not those normal-shaped balloons, but those Elmo-shaped and those expensive one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I will never get all those from my schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I was a loner today. I went to the library, search for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; textbook and scrutinised through each word to understand what the lecturer taught today. Loner can. I felt damn weird. If only I was in the same school as Dom, he would certainly accompany wherever I wanna go whenever he can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301903079411595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZQkwpHguXI/AAAAAAAACOw/IarfZEHR-jM/s400/SNC00314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-6926820565221450406?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6926820565221450406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=6926820565221450406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6926820565221450406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/6926820565221450406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-i-said-i-rockclimbed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZQkwpHguXI/AAAAAAAACOw/IarfZEHR-jM/s72-c/SNC00314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8818383477928322961</id><published>2009-02-11T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:14:32.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are shivering from those climbing. I am a lousy climber. =( I can't even climb over the red line. But cannot blame me lah. The school's rockwall has so little footholds. And my nails are so long that I cannot grip those thingys or rocks properly. But the most important reason why I fail as a rock climber is that I have no strength at all. I cannot even sustain at a position for a few minutes. I know I am not supposed to stay at one point, it's just that I can't find anything to hold on to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went for the SA badminton trial. SA badminton isn't that great. And that's probably the main reason why I am still hesistating about joining badmiton again. SA wanna break record sia. Like how is that possible with only one day of court training? I think it is highly impossible. And they only started to join A division Badminton tounaments this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer rock climbing!!! But I've been playing badminton for so long. Sigh. I needa make choices again. But choices would incur opportunity costs hur? Haha.&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/2628814759589002989-8818383477928322961?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8818383477928322961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8818383477928322961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8818383477928322961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8818383477928322961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-my-hands-are-shivering-from-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628814759589002989.post-8349508221876829418</id><published>2009-02-10T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:32:27.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hello. Life's getting on fine. School, new friends, lectures, tutorials. But feeling empty without meeting Dom a few times a week like in the holidays. Anyway, I've gotta get used to this kinda life, afterall, this is gonna take place over 2 years. Hopefully, I can get to go out with Darling on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301158746579665074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZF_yxPWALI/AAAAAAAACOo/OjEcbBbbqg4/s400/40ab7681ca16f40cc98acd6c7a063ae3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just one more day with you Darling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2628814759589002989-8349508221876829418?l=slateofconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8349508221876829418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2628814759589002989&amp;postID=8349508221876829418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8349508221876829418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2628814759589002989/posts/default/8349508221876829418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slateofconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14759815185924809377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SRO8_m2VQeI/AAAAAAAABug/t-nTBotOgkE/S220/Ezann009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPA1SjeUCxY/SZF_yxPWALI/AAAAAAAACOo/OjEcbBbbqg4/s72-c/40ab7681ca16f40cc98acd6c7a063ae3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
