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href="http://disturbance.onsugar.com/"&gt;http://disturbance.onsugar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Please click to relink:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-817374986630146410?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://disturbance.onsugar.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/817374986630146410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=817374986630146410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/817374986630146410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and time to prepare for this major exam and now its' over, and we miss our books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How ridiculous and paradoxical hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm becoming a coach potato soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somebody save me!!&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/21378752-7746350840780173990?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7746350840780173990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7746350840780173990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"&gt;Recommended by Huimin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"&gt;Omg lah, i had to go through trial and error to finally fix this page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"&gt;So here i am, one hour later :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"&gt;HAI ONSUGAR! :D&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/21378752-7709006959203121815?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7709006959203121815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5204553033505016328</id><published>2009-11-11T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:23.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the disturbing duane ho is out of the show. &lt;br /&gt;wooohooo, the viewers aint cockeye.&lt;br /&gt;thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" 世界上最遥远的距离不是生与死, 而是我就站在你面前, 你却不知道我爱你 "&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/21378752-5204553033505016328?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5204553033505016328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-607282774333826037</id><published>2009-11-11T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:04:41.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没有如果</title><content type='html'>the disturbing duane ho is out of the show. &lt;br /&gt;wooohooo, the viewers aint cockeye.&lt;br /&gt;thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;〖梁静茹】《没有如果》歌词 &lt;br /&gt; 没有如果 - 梁静茹 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词 : 严爵 / 作曲 : 严爵 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;错过就过 你是不是会难过 &lt;br /&gt;若如果拿来当借口 &lt;br /&gt;那是不是有一点弱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;真的爱我 就放手一搏 &lt;br /&gt;还想什么 还怕什么 &lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说 &lt;br /&gt;世界上最遥远的距离不是生与死 &lt;br /&gt;而是我就站在你面前 你却不知道我爱你 &lt;br /&gt;我常说 &lt;br /&gt;如果人类连爱一个人都被自己绑住 &lt;br /&gt;那世界末日已来到 &lt;br /&gt;不需要等到地球毁灭掉的那天 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;错过就过 你是不是会难过 &lt;br /&gt;若如果拿来当借口 &lt;br /&gt;那是不是有一点弱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;真的爱我 就放手一搏 &lt;br /&gt;还想什么 还怕什么 &lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果 如果 如果 如果 如果 &lt;br /&gt;最后变成如果 我也不能接受 &lt;br /&gt;错过 错过 错过 错过 错过 &lt;br /&gt;我比你更难过 不会一错再错 &lt;br /&gt;嗯 这次不要再轻易错过 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我常说 &lt;br /&gt;如果人类连爱一个人都被自己绑住 &lt;br /&gt;那世界末日已来到 &lt;br /&gt;不需要等到地球毁灭掉的那天 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别怕太快乐(别怕太快乐) &lt;br /&gt;别怕失去我~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;错过就过 你是不是会难过 &lt;br /&gt;若如果拿来当借口 &lt;br /&gt;那是不是有一点弱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;真的爱我 就放手一搏 &lt;br /&gt;还想什么 还怕什么 &lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;错过就过 你是不是会难过 &lt;br /&gt;若如果拿来当借口 &lt;br /&gt;那是不是有一点弱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;真的爱我 就放手一搏 &lt;br /&gt;还想什么 还怕什么 &lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;错过就过 你是不是会难过 &lt;br /&gt;若如果拿来当借口 &lt;br /&gt;那是不是有一点弱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;真的爱我 就放手一搏 &lt;br /&gt;还想什么 还怕什么 &lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;错过就过 你是不是会难过 &lt;br /&gt;若如果拿来当借口 &lt;br /&gt;那是不是有一点弱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我说 爱我没有如果 &lt;br /&gt;真的爱我 就放手一搏 &lt;br /&gt;还想什么 还怕什么 &lt;br /&gt;快牵起我的手&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-607282774333826037?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/607282774333826037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=607282774333826037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/607282774333826037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/607282774333826037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='没有如果'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-46598654722515357</id><published>2009-11-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:53:22.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>behind every single facade of a smile, what hurts inside ultimately still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to add, in the vain hope that somebody understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-46598654722515357?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/46598654722515357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=46598654722515357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/46598654722515357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/46598654722515357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/11/behind-every-single-facade-of-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7460330667763201124</id><published>2009-11-11T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The needs and wants of a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i really want somebody to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;i want somebody to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nobody ever does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is busy in their little world.&lt;br /&gt;everybody is busy doing their own things.&lt;br /&gt;nobody has the time to concern themselves with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentally, i'm fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;nobody senses that something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;every time i put a smile to hide my pain.&lt;br /&gt;they choose to take it and leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;i seem to keep using the same words everytime. &lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind", "Forget it.", "You don't understand", "Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;pushing them away, yet inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping that somebody would really get the slightest hint.&lt;br /&gt;nobody does and maybe i should stop expecting them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nothing to them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just simply a person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7460330667763201124?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7460330667763201124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7460330667763201124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7460330667763201124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7460330667763201124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/11/needs-and-wants-of-girl.html' title='The needs and wants of a girl'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-115878023752386866</id><published>2009-11-11T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:51:38.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want somebody to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;i want somebody to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nobody ever does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is busy in their little world.&lt;br /&gt;everybody is busy doing their own things.&lt;br /&gt;nobody has the time to concern themselves with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentally, i'm fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;nobody senses that something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;every time i put a smile to hide my pain.&lt;br /&gt;they choose to take it and leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;i seem to keep using the same words everytime. &lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind", "Forget it.", "You don't understand", "Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;pushing them away, yet inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping that somebody would really get the slightest hint.&lt;br /&gt;nobody does and maybe i should stop expecting them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nothing to them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just simply a person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-115878023752386866?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/115878023752386866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=115878023752386866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/115878023752386866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/115878023752386866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-want-somebody-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-568065578159252782</id><published>2009-10-29T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:59:02.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed in Wisma Atria's Food Republic.&lt;br /&gt;After a terrifying bus trip to Orchard, I felt faint and wanted to vomit.&lt;br /&gt; (I was eager to see what Ion Orchard was like)&lt;br /&gt;Technically, any human mind would say, go and get something to drink/eat.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about the exorbitant prices of the 7 Eleven below Lucky Plaza, let’s discuss the awful meal I had. I went down to Wisma’s food republic, eager to taste whatever delicacies it offered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my extreme annoyance, the food sucked big time. The potato strips that you often see in hawker centres were not potato strips at all. They were what you call, mambo jumbo food. The potato strips were overcooked. Never mind that it was overcooked, the other ingredients used in the frying like the carrot strips and onion slices COVERED the potato strips. Usually, we don’t mind the appearance; we mind the taste, right?! Ha. It tasted worse than I could ever imagine. Worse taste I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The second “side dish” order I had was the tofu. Same as the potato strips, it was overcooked, SQUASHED and bits and pieces were missing. It was so soft until I didn’t feel like I chewed anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this junction in time, all I was looking forward to was the chicken (in the curry), which was what I PRESUMED. Okay there was three pieces (your average serving, yes?) of chicken. One piece was partially cooked. The other pieces were cooked, BUT they felt like some plain cooked chicken dipped in curry chicken. If you tasted curry chicken before (like I do), you would know that what curry chicken means is chicken cooked/boiled in the curry for at least half an hour. It need not be cooked together with the curry, can be separated but at least it should be inside the curry when the curry is boiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, let’s analyze the rice. Fried rice tasted like plain white rice with the addition of hotdog pieces and mixed vegetables. There was no seasoning/oil detected. And I wasted $3 on it. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above together (fried rice + potato strips + tofu + curry chicken) = $6.50. Therefore, I felt like I just got conned out of my money. What a awful meal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-568065578159252782?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/568065578159252782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=568065578159252782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/568065578159252782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/568065578159252782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-disappointed-in-wisma-atrias-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5175656026670346134</id><published>2009-10-24T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:42:38.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror@Downtown East</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a terrible, terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;Au horror it was for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to "Destress using the weekend" for me, end up it stressed me up even more. I was at my mum's company's outing yesterday at Aranda Country Club, located at Pasir Ris. First we had to undergo a dreadful train journey of 51 minutes, crammed in a two-people's compartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, the fun begins when we started walking to the place. We were lost for visibly ten minutes before we found the location. Then the entire place was slowly swarmed with strangers, of different appearance and facial expressions. It's like small groups of 3-4 people congregate with each other to form a very large group indeed. People of different ages, sizes all together in one place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there, the sentry of the night, guarding the toilet and the bags. Expected, but it's boring. I had my own devices, but still there was something lagging. I was online even at 3am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to sleep in for the "morning", like 4+ am in the morning. People found places to sleep, arranged timing to bathe - needless to say, it was a messy affair and damn noisy. At 5am plus, i finally got to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that the real horror of the day was the van ride from Pasir Ris to Woodlands. It took more than one hour. The entire van was filled with people. There was lack of oxygen. The air-conditioner was too weak, too little for so many people. Imagine being in the middle of it all. i felt headaches, had urges to vomit, was sweating like nobody's business (exaggeration, but still, yes, i'm convinced that all of my sodium chloride has came out from my body). I couldn't wait to get off. It felt like half of my life energy was sapped. I was even thinking along the lines of "if i could survive this, i will ...." etc etc. I almost fainted sitting in the cramped space. It was like "Thank God" when the van reached our destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I felt like i'm a walking corpse, unable to balance. I practically huddled, no, crawled into the taxi with my mother. I really felt like i couldn't survive it. It's like waking up from a menacious nightmare which refused to let you go. I felt like vomiting, puking and all the yuck stuff. Right now i'm home, but i still feel dead tired. Save me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time,&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5175656026670346134?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5175656026670346134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5175656026670346134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5175656026670346134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5175656026670346134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7249696426961422343</id><published>2009-10-23T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:38:54.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took 51min train journey to pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;downtown was er okeh.&lt;br /&gt;now rotting &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7249696426961422343?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7249696426961422343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7249696426961422343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7249696426961422343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7249696426961422343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/took-51min-train-journey-to-pasir-ris.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6731521826195212953</id><published>2009-10-11T13:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:35:24.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Greatest City: 50 reasons why Singapore is No. 1</title><content type='html'>Incidently happened to read this in today's publication of the "The New Paper", dated Sunday, Oct 11, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was visibly impressed by this article and went online to www.cnngo.com.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the TNP version was a super summarized version (So, what do you have to say about summary being useless?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share this &amp; save it up. &lt;br /&gt;So here's the full article available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt; &lt;strong&gt;World's Greatest City: 50 reasons why Singapore is No. 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little red dot heard round the world proves that size doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Source: www.cnngo.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Food capital of the world&lt;br /&gt;Singapore = Food. The city-state dominates the 'net with food blogs where hungry netizens compare, dissect, argue and swap foodie fodder, scouring the island for new tastes. And nearly every conceivable victual from every earthly corner has a home here. Fancy authentic Egyptian Baba Ghanoush? Arab Street's got you covered. Crave something Nigerian besides a scam e-mail? Find it on Verdun Road in Little India. If it's edible and fits on a plate, bowl, banana leaf or sheet of paper, we'll wolf it with zeal. But if you truly want to sample Singapore’s food culture, head to any of the hawker centers in the heartlands -- there’s a huge variety of stalls there at dirt-cheap prices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Green thrives in the big gray city&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's a Garden City, literally. Amid the concrete jungle we call home, there's the Botanical Gardens, HortPark, MacRitchie Reservoir, Bukit Timah Nature Reserve -- each claiming myriad varieties of flora and fauna. But the most common impression left visitors to Singapore concerns the rows of trees that line roads everywhere, from expressways to suburban streets. It's not just a green facade -- Singapore's a champion of environmental initiatives, from the world's largest CNG refueling station to its first Solar Greenlots for electric vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Greatest living politician&lt;br /&gt;No one in Singapore, regardless of political stripe, has anything but a healthy respect -- perhaps even awe -- for Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew. He led Singapore to independence in 1965 and served as its first Prime Minister for 31 years, setting the record as the world's longest-serving Prime Minister. He's the architect of Singapore's present prosperity, laying a foundation of nation-building which has taken Singapore from a sleepy little island to one of Asia's most developed states, despite its small population, limited space and lack of natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dedicated to keeping us alive forever&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has one of the best health care infrastructures in the world, with various dignitaries and royals from the region patronizing local hospitals -- Zimbabwe President Robert Mugabe even slipped in quietly for a 'secret cancer check-up' in 2008. The health care provision system is also one of the world's best, so good that some say it beats the proposed ObamaCare model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First and only Night Race in the world&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is the first F1 venue to host a night race on its streets, and will do so for several years to come. The inaugural race in 2008 also earned the city-state an unfortunate distinction for being the one in which Team Renault boss Flavio Briatore ordered Nelson Piquet to crash, giving teammate Fernando Alonso the win. It's now known as the Singapore 'Crashgate' scandal -- which might lend some cred to Singapore's squeaky-clean image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Water technology so good, we drink our own pee&lt;br /&gt;Time magazine called Singapore the global paragon of water conservation. Through sheer effort, and more than a little desperation (Singapore imports less than half the population's water from neighboring Malaysia with agreements set to expire in 2011 and 2061), the island turned to desalination technologies to provide for thirsty citizens. The result is NeWater, which is non-potable wastewater filtered into high-purity H2O that can be used for industrial development and even drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Most awesome crustacean dish of all time&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore chili crab is famous. Despite what the Malaysian Tourism Ministry claims, the dish is distinctly Singaporean, as evidenced by the Singapore Chilli Crab Festivals staged all across Europe. Madam Cher Yam Tian created the succulent recipe in 1950 and it's now the unofficial national dish of a food-loving nation, with restaurants and coffee shops serving it by the ton nightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. English that no one else understands&lt;br /&gt;It's the unofficial 'first language' of most Singaporeans and one that would bewilder the remaining English-speaking world. Singlish is the creole of choice for citizens, cobbled together from various influences including Queen's English, Bahasa Melayu, Tamil, dialects such as Hokkien, Teochew, Cantonese, Bengali, Punjabi and even a smattering of various other European, Indic and Sinitic languages. Word of warning -- if you don't know it, don't try it. It'll make you sound sillier than we already do. Eh, dun pray pray ah …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Connected, mobile and most oblivious to the surroundings&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to its minuscule size, Singapore has the infrastructure to support island-wide 3.5G mobile and wireless internet access. According to Singapore’s Infocomm Development Authority (IDA), there are 6.5 million mobile subscribers (as of July 2009), making for a staggering 140-plus-percent mobile phone penetration rate, and over four million in wireless broadband subscriptions. This is why you’ll see Singaporeans with their attentions dedicated to their phones, rather than their environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Campaign-craziest place on earth&lt;br /&gt;There’s a Singapore-wide campaign for everything -- Be Courteous, Speak English, Speak Mandarin, Stop Dengue, Save Water, Stop Littering, Be Kind, Don't Spit, and Stop At Two are just a warm-up. We'd go on, but that would violate the current Stop Prattling campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Natural disaster-free … for the most part&lt;br /&gt;Owing to our geographic location, Singapore is sheltered from most of the natural disasters that afflict neighboring countries and the rest of the world. Still, people get a kick each time a strong wind blows down from the north or our houses rumble from the aftershocks of Indonesian earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Most crooked-backed kids&lt;br /&gt;Small children toting oversized backpacks crammed with books are common to our neighborhood streets. That would be due to our educational system, with streaming programs that start as early as primary four. This goes all the way up past secondary school, until you are able to choose your preferred subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Coolest place to get vertigo&lt;br /&gt;Atop the 226-meter Swissotel the Stamford, Southeast Asia's tallest hotel, New Asia Bar is best for watching tipsy tourists and partygoers try to make sense of its tilted 72nd floor (it slants 20 degrees downwards for maximum eye-in-the-sky effect). And if that's not dizzying enough, clamber up to the top floor helipad for a 360-degree view of the bright lights of Singapore. On a clear night you can see as far as Indonesia. Just don't look down. Or fall over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You don’t expect to get mugged or knifed at 3am in our darkest alleys&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has a crime rate so low, ladies stroll without fear in the wee hours of the night. Neil Humphreys, a UK-born columnist who planned to visit for three months and ended up staying for almost 10 years, commented on how safe the island state was in his book, Notes from An Even Smaller Island. And contrary to Western opinion, there's no strong police presence poised to cane anyone for spitting, chewing gum or scratching cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Craziest adrenaline junkie who won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Khoo Swee Chiow, a.k.a. the first Singaporean to reach Mount Everest (and once more without oxygen), a.k.a. the record holder for the world's longest journey on skates (6088km in 94 days), a.k.a. the man who swam the English Channel, a.k.a, the cyclist who rode from Singapore to Beijing in 73 days (8066km)… You get the idea. He's off his rocker, but inspirational to anyone with a yen for danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 'Public housing' aren't dirty words&lt;br /&gt;In many countries, 'public housing' conjures images of poverty, crime and places Rambo wouldn't tread without a Sherman. Not so here. Public housing is actually pretty good, with most of the population living in government-managed apartments -- it's just not cheap. In fact, far from poverty, Singapore has the highest density of millionaires at 8.5 percent of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The nanny state's loosening its grip&lt;br /&gt;Filmmaker Martyn See's banned "Singapore Rebel" film, about Singapore Democratic Party chief Chee Soon Juan, has been given the green light for public screening. Yes, it's four years since it was banned, and it's been watched by half a million people on YouTube and Google Video since, but it's a vital first step to more liberal arts. Baby steps ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The country's built as if out of Lego blocks&lt;br /&gt;For the world's third most densely populated country, Singapore is stacked neatly by an imaginary obsessive-compulsive Lego master, one who's managed to cram shoulder-to-shoulder buildings, religious institutions, parks, gardens, a water catchment or 33, numerous restaurants, cafes, nightspots, shopping malls and two award-winning zoos into an area just shy of 700 square kilometers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Vampire shopping&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's stretch of Orchard Road malls accommodate the most fickle shoppers, connected as they are by an intricate network of underground passages, tunnels, sheltered walkways, covered escalators and the Mass Rapid Transit train line. Shop from Wisma Atrium on one end to Suntec City on the other without feeling the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You can call it whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;Digging into the history books, Sang Nila Utama, the founder of modern Singapore, named the island of Temasek as such when he saw what he thought was a lion, took it as a good omen, and renamed the place 'Singapura,' meaning "Lion city." The English 'Singapore' evolved from the Malay name, hence the moniker 'Lion City' and one half of the iconic Merlion. Zoologists maintain that lions probably never lived there, not even Asiatic breeds, and that the beast seen was more likely a tiger, probably the Malayan Tiger. Funny how the island's eponymous animal never really existed. But, then 'Harimaupura' (Tiger-city) doesn't have quite the same kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last bastion of colonialism&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Hotel still plays refuge to the time-displaced, khaki-shorted British jocks of pre-Independence Singapore. It's also home of the original Singapore Sling and one of the best places to have an old-fashioned English tea. Just don't ask about the tale of the tiger under the hotel or you'll get an hour-long history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most educated, comfortable and honest taxi drivers&lt;br /&gt;OK, so our cabbies aren't the most educated, but we do have Dr Cai Mingjie, the "only taxi driver in this world with a PhD from Stanford and a proven track record of scientific accomplishments." But educated or not, like cabbies everywhere, our taxi drivers are full of opinions and political commentary -- just ask what they think of the government and watch their mouths outrace their motors in RPM. Plus, all taxis are meticulously maintained, with twice-daily washes and a rigid fare structure. The rides might cost more than other Southeast Asian countries, but you'll never get cheated or over-charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The best Airport in the World&lt;br /&gt;It's the pearl of Singapore's eastern end, voted Best Airport by more magazines and organizations than anywhere else. Families plan weekend excursions here, students spend inordinate amounts of time studying and daydreaming within its four terminals, and over 37 million passengers passed through its gates in 2008. There's a great transit hotel in the form of the Hotel Crowne Plaza Changi Airport, an orchid garden complete with a koi pond, free video games and movies 24 hours a day and free wireless internet throughout the airport. Why does anyone ever depart this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. World’s youngest iPhone developer&lt;br /&gt;Lim Ding Wen has written an iPhone app called Doodle Kids that allows you to paint on the iPhone using shapes like triangles, circles and squares composed of random colours and sizes. Within a week of Doodle Kids' release through the App Store, it was downloaded more than 1,100 times. Ding Wen's now busy porting his Apple IIGS title Invader Wars to the iPhone. What's the big deal? He turned nine this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The greatest theme rides this side of the Equator&lt;br /&gt;When Universal Studios Singapore opens next year, it will offer 24 movie-themed rides and attractions, including a pair of carefully coordinated roller coasters, seven themed zones, including The Lost World and Hollywood Boulevard, dinosaurs, lemurs, ogres, Egyptian mummies and the world's first Transformers Ride, which will make its debut in 2011. And to secure Singapore's monopoly on amusement, Universal Studios has promised that this will be the only park it opens in Southeast Asia for the next 30 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The most morbidly named island&lt;br /&gt;Our very own pleasure island of Sentosa was once known as Pulau Blakang Mati, which in Malay means "Island (pulau) of Death (mati) from Behind (blakang)." All of this was swept under the dead grass carpet when the Singapore Tourist Promotion Board launched a campaign to rename the island 'Sentosa,' a Malay word meaning "peace and tranquility." It obviously worked, considering it's visited by some five million peace seekers a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Nostalgic about Communism&lt;br /&gt;The Museum of Shanghai Toys (MoST) is home to tin toys made in China during the early 1900s. The displays are packed with wind-up walking robots, classic car replicas and ruddy-cheeked dolls, just for starters. And if you’re itching to get your hands on one, the museum store sells the actual tin toys imported from China, along with postcards and retro posters smacking with "messages" from the Cultural Revolution. Mao you're talking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Flimsiest excuse to gather thousands of people and play with lanterns&lt;br /&gt;During Swing KPE! in September, 2008 over 10,000 people took to the KPE Tunnel with lanterns in hand, breaking the record of 2,204 lanterns previously set in Kiel, Germany in November, 2001. Singapore bagged the longest Guinness lantern parade record with an overwhelming 10,568 participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Every healthy male can shoot a gun&lt;br /&gt;Compulsory conscription in Singapore of all male 18-year-old Singaporean citizens and permanent residents means that every one of them can aim and fire a gun. Whether they'll ever put it to use is another matter altogether, since national service lasts only two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Tissue Paper Phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;Loiter around any food court or crowded working class eatery during lunchtime, and you'll likely find tissue packs scattered about the tables. But they're not freebies courtesy of the management -- they're how the natives 'chope' (reserve) their seats. It's bizarre, but strangely BYOT does make some sense in a time-saving way. Sort of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. TNG-TWSTG, MND-BGLG ACRNMS&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole new subculture of acronyms permeating Singapore, and it's ingrained enough to have spawned a Wikipedia glossary, from AMK to AYE, from CPF to COE. Though the only one you'd likely use is SOS. It makes us ROFLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Stretch a dollar till it hollers&lt;br /&gt;Get a decent chunk of ice cream wrapped in soft, fluffy bread along Orchard Road, quaff a nice piping cup of jet-black coffee in any of the numerous 'kopitiams' (coffee shops) or even stay at a spanking new hotel for just one dollar. How's that for recession busting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Perpetuating the stereotype that Asians are bespectacled bookworms&lt;br /&gt;Singapore loves its books -- there are 22 well-stocked public libraries scattered throughout the island, with the monster of all literary stockpiles at the Central Lending Library shelving over 200,000 books for loan, browsing or killing eight hours. If that's not enough, specialized bookstores such as Books Actually, Polymath &amp; Crust, 25 Degrees Celsius and Casual Poet have sprung up for insatiable readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Highest place in the world to watch the wheels go round and round&lt;br /&gt;At 165 meters (the height of a 42-story building and some 30 meters taller than the London Eye), the Singapore Flyer is the biggest observation wheel in the world. It's worth the half-hour ride for its 360-degree view of Singapore, from the Marina Bay to the Singapore River, Raffles Place, Merlion Park, Empress Place and the Padang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Gong Li and Jet Li are at home here. You don't think you're better than them, do you? Two of the biggest Chinese names in Hollywood call Singapore home -- she married Singaporean businessman Ooi Hoe Soeng in 1996 and became a Singaporean citizen in 2008. He followed suit in 2009, choosing Singapore for its exemplary educational system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The Origins of Tech Legends&lt;br /&gt;The Sound Blaster family of sound cards, credited to have brought real audio to the average PC in 1989, was the brainchild of tech poster boy Sim Wong Hoo of Singapore-based Creative Technology. The first Macintosh classic was also said to have been assembled and built in Apple's Ang Mo Kio plant, as was rumored the first iMac, iBook and iPod in its top-secret research facilities here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Magicians meet fruity umbrella drinks -- finally&lt;br /&gt;Bar 84 is famous for its on-site Japanese magician. But be bold -- its regulars have been trying to keep Bar 84 under wraps since it first opened a few years back, and the bouncers at the door can scare you into questioning your suitability for entry. But once inside, you can enjoy the nightly magic show by owner/bartender Hashi-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. The coolest pairing of comic book superheroes (or most unfortunate name ever)&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen-year-old Batman Bin Suparman, born in Singapore to Javanese parents, has a lot to live up to if his namesake is any guide. He's even got his own Facebook Fan Club. The wedgies this kid receives must be superhuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Greatest collection of ‘-opolis'es&lt;br /&gt;Biopolis, Airtropolis, Fusionopolis, Entrepolis -- we can make an ancient Greek society out of anything, like these government names for major institutes, events and agencies. Welcome to Imaginapolis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Iconic buildings inspired by nocturne sex&lt;br /&gt;Beijing has its Bird's Nest Stadium. Taipei has its Bamboo Skyscraper. And Singapore has the Durian Theaters. The waterside Esplanade Theatres on the Bay were designed to express harmony with nature, reflecting the balance of yin and yang. But they've, instead, been compared to the eyes of flies, copulating aardvarks and Chinese dumplings. Locals just call them the "Durians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Artery-choking, coma-inducing, prehistoric milk drinks&lt;br /&gt;The Milo Dinosaur has made its way across the Malaysia border and has spawned new offspring in Singapore. The ultra-chocolatey drink, which is basically a cup of Milo topped with an extra spoonful of undissolved Milo powder, has the Milo Godzilla (added ice cream and whipped cream) trailing after, together with siblings "Horlicks Dinosaur" (a variant with the malt drink power) and "Neslo" (combined with Nescafe powdered coffee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Best little alternative culture shop in the heart of town&lt;br /&gt;Straits Records specializes in straight-edge culture, stocking obscure punk music tee-shirts, niche books and titles in various formats from around the world. Vegan owner Ridhwan hosts ad-hoc indie performances, ﬁlm screenings and art shows in his little store, on rooftops and in basement car parks. Can't this guy do anything mainstream? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Most complex coffee ordering procedure ever&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, in kopitiams (local coffee shops) all over Singapore, coffee stall attendants with bellows for lungs yell out drink orders in the most perplexing code this side of the Causeway. "Kopi-o peng gao jit bua" means one iced thick coffee without milk and less sugar, while "teh-si siew dai sua" means two cups of tea with condensed milk and less sugar. Don't bother, most Singaporeans just place their drink orders in plain ol' indecipherable Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hang out with purple-haired artists doodling on walls while blowing smoke rings out of an Egyptian shisha&lt;br /&gt;Haji Lane is Singapore's must-visit street, where streams of curious tourists, design students and wannabe fashionistas gather to hunt for great local finds, designer clothes and accessories. Expect rows of small boutiques packed with vintage dresses, classic bags, shoes and even cameras. Take time to check out the graffiti on the walls -- it's one of the best collections of street art around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Toilets are taken (too) seriously&lt;br /&gt;The Restroom Association of Singapore (RAS) wants its public toilets so clean you can eat off the lids. To do that, they comb the island in search of the causes of dirty crappers and spread the Good Word on good toilet etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. We keep it Old School&lt;br /&gt;It's Old School by name, old school by design and old school by location. With local artists shacked up in the old retrofitted schoolhouse, art galleries, design studios and agencies, and a cinema that plays regional films, Old School's is a magnet for those with an alternative bent. Hang around in the evening and get to know the local musicians and their followers who flock to the beer and live music at Timbre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. We're more than happy to kick the crap out of you (it's for your benefit!)&lt;br /&gt;There's no mystic sensei-student bond, no sagely David Carradine figure offering cryptic advice, no special effects to fake the blood and bruises, no "Eye of the Tiger" soundtrack in the background. What there is at Evolve Mixed Martial Arts, however, is full-on, knuckle-cracking, blood-and-sweat contact sport, with hellish routines that’ll leave you feeling like a puddle of pâté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Partyopolis&lt;br /&gt;Spread over a sprawling 70,000-square-foot space, St James Power Station was Singapore’s first coal-fired power station, but now is nine separate clubs housed under one red-bricked roof. Do a salsa in Movida, hop over to Powerhouse for house beats, goof off to campy top-40s in the Boiler Room, try yum seng glasses of Martell in Dragonfly, or catch local bands such as EIC at Bar None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Everyone's apparently related&lt;br /&gt;It's strangely comforting when everyone (and we mean everyone) is accorded a familial term, including the Ice Cream Uncle on Orchard Road, or that Toilet Auntie at Far East Plaza. If your taxi driver's younger than you, then it's 'brudder' or 'sistah', or just 'boss,' if you want to score some brownie points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Cutest appellation for a country&lt;br /&gt;The Lion City. The Garden City. The Asian Tiger. The 'Fine' City. All venerable nicknames, but the perennial favorite has to be the Little Red Dot. We're so small and unnoticeable on the world map, some dusty cartographer with Harry Potter specs had to use a red dot to denote our location. But notice us the world did, with accolades such as the 'easiest place for business,' the 'most livable city in Asia' and the 'best city in the world to live in for Asia expatriates.' We are Singapore, hear us roar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6731521826195212953?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6731521826195212953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6731521826195212953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6731521826195212953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6731521826195212953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/10/worlds-greatest-city-50-reasons-why.html' title='World&apos;s Greatest City: 50 reasons why Singapore is No. 1'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-195659492679092303</id><published>2009-09-30T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:23.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>so there's tremors i hear,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant feel it compared to the tremor i feel in my heart right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorely disappointed at my grades.&lt;br /&gt;everything dropped, except maths which improved by two grades or maybe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, i screwed up my paper one, gotta remember to keep my words to a limit, to prevent story from being too draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, fine, except paper two could be better. Paper one could do with some improvement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT, an inevitable fact that i'll have to face (NO CURE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N, ready to chiong for it, spam read essays and memorize all the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was okay, except i dropped like, one grade.&lt;br /&gt;SS was terrible, my essay really screwed up, like suddenly i didn't even know what i was writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined sciences was the worse.&lt;br /&gt;I failed it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physios, need more revision &amp; more time to study .&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was bad. Careless mistakes accounted for most of the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i can go and die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;too bad its not the end of the world yet.&lt;br /&gt;can i really do it?&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i even scored more than 20!&lt;br /&gt;-_- how ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-195659492679092303?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/195659492679092303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=195659492679092303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/195659492679092303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/195659492679092303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8644791040827804395</id><published>2009-09-30T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:31:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so there's tremors i hear,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant feel it compared to the tremor i feel in my heart right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorely disappointed at my grades.&lt;br /&gt;everything dropped, except maths which improved by two grades or maybe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, i screwed up my paper one, gotta remember to keep my words to a limit, to prevent story from being too draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, fine, except paper two could be better. Paper one could do with some improvement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT, an inevitable fact that i'll have to face (NO CURE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N, ready to chiong for it, spam read essays and memorize all the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was okay, except i dropped like, one grade.&lt;br /&gt;SS was terrible, my essay really screwed up, like suddenly i didn't even know what i was writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined sciences was the worse.&lt;br /&gt;I failed it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physios, need more revision &amp; more time to study .&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was bad. Careless mistakes accounted for most of the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i can go and die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;too bad its not the end of the world yet.&lt;br /&gt;can i really do it?&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, i even scored more than 20!&lt;br /&gt;-_- how ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8644791040827804395?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8644791040827804395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8644791040827804395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8644791040827804395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8644791040827804395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-theres-tremors-i-hear-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5663173874143642547</id><published>2009-09-26T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:33:38.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic failure.</title><content type='html'>I'm a failure as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;      failure as a daughter,&lt;br /&gt;      failure as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i do.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't please my mum.&lt;br /&gt;when i say the wrong things, its all my bloody fault,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i apologised.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when things got to this.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just a few words, &lt;br /&gt;can mean so much when its' spoken from the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wrong yes.&lt;br /&gt;but how am i supposed to know that i did the wrong thing?&lt;br /&gt;only after i face the music.&lt;br /&gt;and by that time, i'm the world's greatest noobshit.&lt;br /&gt;the most unwanted trash, rubbish and bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;so when i say im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;its no longer wanted.&lt;br /&gt;whatever i do = amount to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;so whats the point of me trying so hard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in a whirl, confused, moody, sad, and crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5663173874143642547?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5663173874143642547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5663173874143642547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5663173874143642547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5663173874143642547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-failure.html' title='Epic failure.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4145074441716574764</id><published>2009-09-06T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its complicated</title><content type='html'>IM PROUD OF MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;I MANAGED TO FINISH TWO SS HOMEWORK IN ONE DAY (amazing feat!!!)&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day in the library with clarine.&lt;br /&gt;met mingyun, jean, huaiyue upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;then went down, met donghoon, tom and guan kiat lollllllll~&lt;br /&gt;at night, met cindy and wankiang hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was pretty fun, just very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got amazed by this fascinating song.&lt;br /&gt;hear, and give your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-OlqERixVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-OlqERixVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;Songwriters: Kroeger, Chad; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;What if, what if, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you're never living twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4145074441716574764?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4145074441716574764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4145074441716574764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4145074441716574764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4145074441716574764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-complicated_06.html' title='its complicated'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-3271073133626327745</id><published>2009-08-30T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:26:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FELLY LOVES FELFEL&lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3271073133626327745?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3271073133626327745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3271073133626327745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3271073133626327745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3271073133626327745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/felly-loves-felfel3.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6250212491601511293</id><published>2009-08-30T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i went out with JJ and his jie, huiting ytd.&lt;br /&gt;to log one, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny, and i was damn nervous lah (my hands were shaking)&lt;br /&gt;but then it was okay after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;i had funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;lol, we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;then JJ damn sb funny.&lt;br /&gt;he keep talking to the flies in a polite tone like they are humans.&lt;br /&gt;then the flies keep on bugging us.&lt;br /&gt;then i keep laughing at his antics.&lt;br /&gt;laugh until choke (talk about laughing kills)&lt;br /&gt;had fun ytd&lt;br /&gt;they pei wo go shopping for teachers' day prezzies.&lt;br /&gt;bought some satisfying ones, thanks to JJ's recommendation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went out again (JJ, Huiting &amp;amp; Me)&lt;br /&gt;to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;first we go starbucks study.&lt;br /&gt;then study study halfway, i cannot stand my thirst, so go and buy&lt;br /&gt;(since i never buy before)&lt;br /&gt;then drink, omg, nice taste man! first time in my life ~~~&lt;br /&gt;i was like slurp slurp slurp hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then i continued on the bartley sec assignment.&lt;br /&gt;then do halfway, distracted by JJ again.&lt;br /&gt;he took photo -.-&lt;br /&gt;then later on, he was laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;we ask what happen.&lt;br /&gt;then he say, did you notice the tables around us all empty except the couple behind us? then we say yeah. then he say just now we concentrating on studying, got one group come then they look at him reading book. Cause he reading book while me and huiting jie studying. then they seem to think that he teaching us LOL (in starbucks) then went out ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then after that had short origami straw lessons (how to use straws to fold stars) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the nicest part was, we went to the porch area, and guess who we saw?&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin Chen Wei Lian ley!! omg lor, really tio stun, cause its the real person himself. Got lots of his fans and he was singing. too bad when we got there, already second last song DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we took pics. mine was damn ugly and unglam (the area where we took photos, my face was disfigured by the wind blowing my fringe towards and forwards zzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then go home.&lt;br /&gt;met with a terrible incident.&lt;br /&gt;Card value 0.80 still cannot go in ley!! wahlau lor!&lt;br /&gt;then q up to find up what happen.&lt;br /&gt;then q up again.&lt;br /&gt;then buy ticket.&lt;br /&gt;thanks JJ for loaning money.&lt;br /&gt;then homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;you seem so distant from me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;am i like a disease?&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;its like, everytime i try to be concerned abt you, you push me away.&lt;br /&gt;its like, nobody else matters since you got him.&lt;br /&gt;is that really true?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;the sad harsh truth is that, i realize that i know nothing about you.&lt;br /&gt;the things that i know about you are just the plain simple stuff that any normal good friend of yours will know.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you treated me as a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;its ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to see you being muddled-headed about this...&lt;br /&gt;i really hope, for once, you can go back to your old ways.&lt;br /&gt;you're like changing so fast, that i cant catch up.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't exactly lose my temper at you, or else you'll eventually find out that i know.&lt;br /&gt;nothing hurts more than knowing that you don't treat me the way i do to you.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i'm just a passerby in your life, coming to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to let you know, you're my good friend, and forever will be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;you once promised to pull me by your side if i ever let go.&lt;br /&gt;but you never fufilled your promise.&lt;br /&gt;so what are we now?&lt;br /&gt;friends? enemies? classmates?&lt;br /&gt;we used to be quite close.&lt;br /&gt;but now.&lt;br /&gt;you're just a blank sheet of paper to me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i liked you.&lt;br /&gt;really honestly honestly fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was a mistake, but i couldn't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;my heart seriously broke at that moment in time..&lt;br /&gt;once you had her,&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly forgot all about me.&lt;br /&gt;original talk once we were online msn conversations became shorter and shorter,&lt;br /&gt;we used to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;but no longer.&lt;br /&gt;you never ever wanted me as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;to you, it was just a matter of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;glad that i know, now that i'm not really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;you, were just.. what i really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;guess you were not the one for me after all.&lt;br /&gt;for a split second, i thought you would remember our pact.&lt;br /&gt;... besides being bitterly disappointed, there's nothing else for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and i still do, hope that things would be back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6250212491601511293?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6250212491601511293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6250212491601511293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6250212491601511293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6250212491601511293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/post_30.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1548027244064482680</id><published>2009-08-30T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:29:03.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went out with JJ and his jie, huiting ytd.&lt;br /&gt;to log one, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny, and i was damn nervous lah (my hands were shaking)&lt;br /&gt;but then it was okay after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;i had funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;lol, we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;then JJ damn sb funny.&lt;br /&gt;he keep talking to the flies in a polite tone like they are humans.&lt;br /&gt;then the flies keep on bugging us.&lt;br /&gt;then i keep laughing at his antics.&lt;br /&gt;laugh until choke (talk about laughing kills)&lt;br /&gt;had fun ytd&lt;br /&gt;they pei wo go shopping for teachers' day prezzies.&lt;br /&gt;bought some satisfying ones, thanks to JJ's recommendation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went out again (JJ, Huiting &amp;amp; Me)&lt;br /&gt;to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;first we go starbucks study.&lt;br /&gt;then study study halfway, i cannot stand my thirst, so go and buy&lt;br /&gt;(since i never buy before)&lt;br /&gt;then drink, omg, nice taste man! first time in my life ~~~&lt;br /&gt;i was like slurp slurp slurp hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then i continued on the bartley sec assignment.&lt;br /&gt;then do halfway, distracted by JJ again.&lt;br /&gt;he took photo -.-&lt;br /&gt;then later on, he was laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;we ask what happen.&lt;br /&gt;then he say, did you notice the tables around us all empty except the couple behind us? then we say yeah. then he say just now we concentrating on studying, got one group come then they look at him reading book. Cause he reading book while me and huiting jie studying. then they seem to think that he teaching us LOL (in starbucks) then went out ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then after that had short origami straw lessons (how to use straws to fold stars) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the nicest part was, we went to the porch area, and guess who we saw?&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin Chen Wei Lian ley!! omg lor, really tio stun, cause its the real person himself. Got lots of his fans and he was singing. too bad when we got there, already second last song DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we took pics. mine was damn ugly and unglam (the area where we took photos, my face was disfigured by the wind blowing my fringe towards and forwards zzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then go home.&lt;br /&gt;met with a terrible incident.&lt;br /&gt;Card value 0.80 still cannot go in ley!! wahlau lor!&lt;br /&gt;then q up to find up what happen.&lt;br /&gt;then q up again.&lt;br /&gt;then buy ticket.&lt;br /&gt;thanks JJ for loaning money.&lt;br /&gt;then homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;you seem so distant from me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;am i like a disease?&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;its like, everytime i try to be concerned abt you, you push me away.&lt;br /&gt;its like, nobody else matters since you got him.&lt;br /&gt;is that really true?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;the sad harsh truth is that, i realize that i know nothing about you.&lt;br /&gt;the things that i know about you are just the plain simple stuff that any normal good friend of yours will know.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you treated me as a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;its ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to see you being muddled-headed about this...&lt;br /&gt;i really hope, for once, you can go back to your old ways.&lt;br /&gt;you're like changing so fast, that i cant catch up.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't exactly lose my temper at you, or else you'll eventually find out that i know.&lt;br /&gt;nothing hurts more than knowing that you don't treat me the way i do to you.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i'm just a passerby in your life, coming to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to let you know, you're my good friend, and forever will be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;you once promised to pull me by your side if i ever let go.&lt;br /&gt;but you never fufilled your promise.&lt;br /&gt;so what are we now?&lt;br /&gt;friends? enemies? classmates?&lt;br /&gt;we used to be quite close.&lt;br /&gt;but now.&lt;br /&gt;you're just a blank sheet of paper to me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i liked you.&lt;br /&gt;really honestly honestly fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was a mistake, but i couldn't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;my heart seriously broke at that moment in time..&lt;br /&gt;once you had her,&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly forgot all about me.&lt;br /&gt;original talk once we were online msn conversations became shorter and shorter,&lt;br /&gt;we used to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;but no longer.&lt;br /&gt;you never ever wanted me as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;to you, it was just a matter of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;glad that i know, now that i'm not really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;you, were just.. what i really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;guess you were not the one for me after all.&lt;br /&gt;for a split second, i thought you would remember our pact.&lt;br /&gt;... besides being bitterly disappointed, there's nothing else for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and i still do, hope that things would be back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1548027244064482680?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1548027244064482680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1548027244064482680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1548027244064482680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1548027244064482680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-out-with-jj-and-his-jie-huiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-693962593156825913</id><published>2009-08-20T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>Hi blog.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i feel like i'm a dumb fool.&lt;br /&gt;Hi fool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm this idiot who can't score an A1.&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;technically i'm more worried about my other subjects now.&lt;br /&gt;i always dependended and thought of chinese as a confirm A1 subject.&lt;br /&gt;obviously it shows that i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i'm such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-693962593156825913?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/693962593156825913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=693962593156825913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/693962593156825913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/693962593156825913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1175112676301168533</id><published>2009-08-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:49:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi blog.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i feel like i'm a dumb fool.&lt;br /&gt;Hi fool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm this idiot who can't score an A1.&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;technically i'm more worried about my other subjects now.&lt;br /&gt;i always dependended and thought of chinese as a confirm A1 subject.&lt;br /&gt;obviously it shows that i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i'm such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1175112676301168533?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1175112676301168533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1175112676301168533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1175112676301168533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1175112676301168533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1187538301048465325</id><published>2009-07-22T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LC was b.s.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye mtl o levels~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1187538301048465325?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1187538301048465325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1187538301048465325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1187538301048465325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1187538301048465325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-3916790634573808470</id><published>2009-07-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:58:10.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LC was b.s.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye mtl o levels~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3916790634573808470?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3916790634573808470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3916790634573808470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3916790634573808470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3916790634573808470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2737148523995145338</id><published>2009-06-08T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random blogroll.</title><content type='html'>And so i was reading a book that i just picked up over the library in the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to bore anyone else, but i felt that it was quite a good book :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's entitled, "TMI" by Sarah Quigley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's on the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends call Becca the Overshare Queen, but her tendency for TMI never seemed like a problem to her until she blabs about her sweet band-geek boyfriend's sloppy kisses&amp;mdash and gets dumped! Realizing it may be better to resist the temptation to overshare face-to-face, Becca decides to blog anonymously about everything instead. On her blog, Too Much Information, Becca unleashes her alter ego, Bella. Bella tells it like it is... though perhaps with a bit more more drama. After all, no one's going to read it, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it amusing and took it for a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left much impression on me as it reflects how in our modern society, we, the citizens of the 21st century loves to record down our inner thoughts in our online journal (blog) no matter locked or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tend to dramatize some of our thoughts and let our imagination flow when typing.&lt;br /&gt;(reminds me of the times when i used to be quite active as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it also hurts some of our closest friends &amp; family (unwittingly, more often, unintentionally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book also made me understand on how just some things aint supposed to be published, no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into me to recommend this fresh new read for once, but i just felt that it seemed like a new addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI: a retort that uptight dullards resort to in vain attempts to lord superiority over their brillant conversational partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI: a social tool used by socially inept tools who are, conversationally speaking, in over their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMI: too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Read it now ^^!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2737148523995145338?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2737148523995145338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2737148523995145338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2737148523995145338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2737148523995145338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-blogroll_08.html' title='Random blogroll.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4625890828036289226</id><published>2009-06-07T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i feel sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad for the new generation.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that popular is releasing FIVE YEAR SERIES (hmm, sounds familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;for the primary school kids!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE YEARS PAST YEAR PSLE PAPERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Stop &lt;br /&gt;Learning&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor kids.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays,&lt;br /&gt;watched angels &amp; demons (book better !!!! but the vatican city and all was so nice!!!)&lt;br /&gt;watched monsters vs aliens (cool comedy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA YORI DANGO (Korean)&lt;br /&gt;omg, lee min ho is hot.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4625890828036289226?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4625890828036289226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4625890828036289226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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releasing FIVE YEAR SERIES (hmm, sounds familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;for the primary school kids!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE YEARS PAST YEAR PSLE PAPERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Stop &lt;br /&gt;Learning&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor kids.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays,&lt;br /&gt;watched angels &amp; demons (book better !!!! but the vatican city and all was so nice!!!)&lt;br /&gt;watched monsters vs aliens (cool comedy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA YORI DANGO (Korean)&lt;br /&gt;omg, lee min ho is hot.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3365834451012295215?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3365834451012295215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3365834451012295215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3365834451012295215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3365834451012295215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5064837396361097967</id><published>2009-06-04T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>you once made me believe you.&lt;br /&gt;why continue to lift up my hopes and throw everything down on me?&lt;br /&gt;stop making me stir.&lt;br /&gt;are you, friend or foe?&lt;br /&gt;i can't differentiate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate me, just say so.&lt;br /&gt;stop acting like my good friend one minute and another a backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;i despise this kind of twofaced people.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought you knew me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that I'm not miss perfect.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i don't have a life,&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i like to be serious about things.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that we don't match.&lt;br /&gt;its' just, ohtoobad.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for sounding like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's what i am.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and you knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like people doublecrossing or backstabbing me in the back.&lt;br /&gt;i just want people to like me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;you hate me? get lost. &lt;br /&gt;i like my books.&lt;br /&gt;do you have any problem?&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;stop giving me the second treatment.&lt;br /&gt;one moment acting like you care,&lt;br /&gt;another like you can't be bothered for my sorry ass's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;i'm emotional.&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;br /&gt;i don't want your pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't offer me friendship, then just shoo.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother acting nice.&lt;br /&gt;that act just don't suit you.&lt;br /&gt;cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teasing is fine,&lt;br /&gt;but don't go too overboard.&lt;br /&gt;because humans have limits.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't expect you to go further beyond my tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i think being lonely might suit me well.&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems like i'm just alone from the start.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not hostile.&lt;br /&gt;just that you can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;the true me.&lt;br /&gt;the one that wants your geuinune friendship,&lt;br /&gt;the one that wants to confide in you,&lt;br /&gt;the one who really really wants to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;but you just don't give me the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think you'll ever will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5064837396361097967?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5064837396361097967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5064837396361097967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5064837396361097967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5064837396361097967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2160507073577383348</id><published>2009-06-04T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:37:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you once made me believe you.&lt;br /&gt;why continue to lift up my hopes and throw everything down on me?&lt;br /&gt;stop making me stir.&lt;br /&gt;are you, friend or foe?&lt;br /&gt;i can't differentiate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate me, just say so.&lt;br /&gt;stop acting like my good friend one minute and another a backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;i despise this kind of twofaced people.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought you knew me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that I'm not miss perfect.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i don't have a life,&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i like to be serious about things.&lt;br /&gt;sorry that we don't match.&lt;br /&gt;its' just, ohtoobad.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for sounding like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's what i am.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and you knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like people doublecrossing or backstabbing me in the back.&lt;br /&gt;i just want people to like me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;you hate me? get lost. &lt;br /&gt;i like my books.&lt;br /&gt;do you have any problem?&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;stop giving me the second treatment.&lt;br /&gt;one moment acting like you care,&lt;br /&gt;another like you can't be bothered for my sorry ass's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;i'm emotional.&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;br /&gt;i don't want your pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't offer me friendship, then just shoo.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother acting nice.&lt;br /&gt;that act just don't suit you.&lt;br /&gt;cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teasing is fine,&lt;br /&gt;but don't go too overboard.&lt;br /&gt;because humans have limits.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't expect you to go further beyond my tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i think being lonely might suit me well.&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems like i'm just alone from the start.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not hostile.&lt;br /&gt;just that you can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;the true me.&lt;br /&gt;the one that wants your geuinune friendship,&lt;br /&gt;the one that wants to confide in you,&lt;br /&gt;the one who really really wants to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;but you just don't give me the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think you'll ever will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2160507073577383348?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2160507073577383348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2160507073577383348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2160507073577383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2160507073577383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-once-made-me-believe-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6663124138489919513</id><published>2009-05-22T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>I GOT BACK ALL THE RESULTS FINALLY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god&lt;br /&gt;Thank godness.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you whoever you are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR LETTING ME PASS ALL SUBJECTS :D&lt;br /&gt;even thou, maths could be better, but no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A1&lt;br /&gt;English B3&lt;br /&gt;CH B3&lt;br /&gt;CS B4&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N B3-A1?&lt;br /&gt;MATH C6 (Just, sorry jason and all ):! i did alot of silly careless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = 11 + 3 + 6 = 20!! (shit)&lt;br /&gt;L1R4 = 14 (still shitty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ch let me down. My cs let me down. My chinese also!!! English around average lah, nothing to complain &gt;_&lt;" maths, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH! I HATE MIDYEARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't really did too badly, considering that i managed to pass all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR SPOTTING MARKS ^_^ (It's a new technique i must learn from now on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FROM MR LOW: NEVER GO AND JUST COPY &amp; PASTE WHAT I HAVE LEARNT!!! PLUS, DONT SPOT (cause a great deal of panic at the disco can, rofl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MT: I MUST DO WELLL!!!!!! SORRY THAT I SCREW UP PAPER ONE ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, environment club was great.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, fries &amp; nuggets plus cake to celebrate our going-away (as seniors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute shawn thought i was secondary three, wahahahha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MS FU &amp; OTHER JUNIORS (:!&lt;br /&gt;(although technically i'm still a junior, but well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really touched by the gifts lah :]&lt;br /&gt;Although i find empty slips of paper (heartache)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ENVIRONMENT CLUB FOR MAKING IT A FUN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6663124138489919513?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6663124138489919513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6663124138489919513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6663124138489919513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6663124138489919513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/post_22.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-3126369924424223740</id><published>2009-05-22T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:23:32.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT BACK ALL THE RESULTS FINALLY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god&lt;br /&gt;Thank godness.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you whoever you are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR LETTING ME PASS ALL SUBJECTS :D&lt;br /&gt;even thou, maths could be better, but no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A1&lt;br /&gt;English B3&lt;br /&gt;CH B3&lt;br /&gt;CS B4&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N B3-A1?&lt;br /&gt;MATH C6 (Just, sorry jason and all ):! i did alot of silly careless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = 11 + 3 + 6 = 20!! (shit)&lt;br /&gt;L1R4 = 14 (still shitty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ch let me down. My cs let me down. My chinese also!!! English around average lah, nothing to complain &gt;_&lt;" maths, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH! I HATE MIDYEARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't really did too badly, considering that i managed to pass all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR SPOTTING MARKS ^_^ (It's a new technique i must learn from now on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FROM MR LOW: NEVER GO AND JUST COPY &amp; PASTE WHAT I HAVE LEARNT!!! PLUS, DONT SPOT (cause a great deal of panic at the disco can, rofl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MT: I MUST DO WELLL!!!!!! SORRY THAT I SCREW UP PAPER ONE ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, environment club was great.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, fries &amp; nuggets plus cake to celebrate our going-away (as seniors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute shawn thought i was secondary three, wahahahha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MS FU &amp; OTHER JUNIORS (:!&lt;br /&gt;(although technically i'm still a junior, but well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really touched by the gifts lah :]&lt;br /&gt;Although i find empty slips of paper (heartache)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ENVIRONMENT CLUB FOR MAKING IT A FUN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3126369924424223740?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5455044836962815761</id><published>2009-05-20T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY ACHIEVED SOMETHING IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I COMPLETED 82 CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;-momentarily surrounded by joy.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, that's nuts anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;cause its long and hot weather makes me sweat even more.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO MAKE A BAD DECISION TO CUT MY FRINGE SHORT AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;deed was done.&lt;br /&gt;-bid farewell to precious hair.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a vague emo pic shows up on my display picture displaying my old hair.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS IT.&lt;br /&gt;HAIR, GROW NOW!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause i look like a preteen.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;and there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SHOW MY FACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hide face from all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;T_T T_T T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. &lt;br /&gt;MY GRADES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg.&lt;br /&gt;-take fake mc tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5455044836962815761?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5455044836962815761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5455044836962815761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;-momentarily surrounded by joy.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, that's nuts anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;cause its long and hot weather makes me sweat even more.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO MAKE A BAD DECISION TO CUT MY FRINGE SHORT AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;deed was done.&lt;br /&gt;-bid farewell to precious hair.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a vague emo pic shows up on my display picture displaying my old hair.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS IT.&lt;br /&gt;HAIR, GROW NOW!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause i look like a preteen.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;and there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SHOW MY FACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hide face from all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;T_T T_T T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. &lt;br /&gt;MY GRADES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg.&lt;br /&gt;-take fake mc tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7670858543448493176?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7670858543448493176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7670858543448493176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7670858543448493176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7670858543448493176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-finally-achieved-something-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7773442497000685303</id><published>2009-05-19T09:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i wonder what's wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;i have been having some issues with myself mentally recently,&lt;br /&gt;but now i still don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i know continuing like this isn't ideal for myself,&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;should i visit the counsellor?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll need one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting paranoid about results,&lt;br /&gt;especially mt,&lt;br /&gt;had a nightmare that i just passed mt,&lt;br /&gt;no face see teacher &amp;amp; chen yun.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday go tuition very awkard,&lt;br /&gt;cause others got back their emaths paper already, then i just finished exams,&lt;br /&gt;then almost like not many passed,&lt;br /&gt;make me scared of results.&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to go to school ley.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7773442497000685303?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7773442497000685303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7773442497000685303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7773442497000685303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7773442497000685303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/problems.html' title='problems'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6300841332380735895</id><published>2009-05-19T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:07:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder what's wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;i have been having some issues with myself mentally recently,&lt;br /&gt;but now i still don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i know continuing like this isn't ideal for myself,&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;should i visit the cousellor?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll need one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting paranoid about results,&lt;br /&gt;especially mt,&lt;br /&gt;had a nightmare that i just passed mt,&lt;br /&gt;no face see teacher &amp; chen yun.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday go tuition very awkard,&lt;br /&gt;cause others got back their emaths paper already, then i just finished exams,&lt;br /&gt;then almost like not many passed,&lt;br /&gt;make me scared of results.&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to go to school ley.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6300841332380735895?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6300841332380735895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6300841332380735895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6300841332380735895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6300841332380735895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-whats-wrong-with-me-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8356103387811231606</id><published>2009-05-08T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants about the education system.</title><content type='html'>second day of mye...&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;ss just pure, sucked arse.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was great, except i had a lot of xs in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ss, make me feel so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was fine, except somehow there was this fogging smell,&lt;br /&gt;everybody started coughing and i smelled it after hearing them all cough simulatenously.&lt;br /&gt;talked to lots of people, shared racism jokes (okay, i know it's offensive, but still, i gotta let go somehow)&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english can go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up format.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up content.&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered to talk about english at all.&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THAT I CAN PERFORM WELL AT SMALL TESTS &amp; SUCK AT MAJOR EXAMS?!&lt;br /&gt;die, gg.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading newspaper recently.&lt;br /&gt;so what happened was a rather interesting article (okay, a few that caught my eye)&lt;br /&gt;- Flu virus confirmed to be mild, not of worries.&lt;br /&gt;- MAS SELEMAT IS ARRESTED (and it happened on April 1 this year, but they only announce the news now, blame the m'sia authories man!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Revamp of Singapore Primary School Education System (WTH?! YOU WAIT UNTIL WE UNDERGO THE TORTURE OF PRIMARY SCHOOL &amp; NOW YOU SAY CHANGE = CHANGE?! SO UNFAIR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;totally crappy.&lt;br /&gt;so what was the thing for elites and everything?&lt;br /&gt;so now primary school get to undergo moral education from p1 to p3,&lt;br /&gt;and the older generation can just bugger off? wth man.&lt;br /&gt;then now there is no need for major exams in primary school?&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out our primary school education system is already a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;and from primary five onwards, they get to choose the subjects they want?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ABOUT US MAN.&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE LIKE FORCED INTO SUBJECTS THAT WE DISLIKE &amp; FAIL ANYWAY?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO UNJUSTIFIED.&lt;br /&gt;so now, parents &amp; teenagers alike, when you grow up and bear children, your children will confirm be more MORAL UPRIGHT unlike us, &amp; more EDUCATED &amp; SMARTER, interesting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For some unknown reason, i just felt like somebody just screwed me and my brain upside down) and have they even considered generations that will be soon joining the singapore workforce to have a sense of moral upbringing? Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;They should do something about us, we are too cold hearted man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THE FLAWED EDUCATION SYSTEM.&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, feeling like a pain in the ass)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8356103387811231606?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8356103387811231606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8356103387811231606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8356103387811231606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8356103387811231606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rants-about-education-system_08.html' title='Rants about the education system.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2327605679663049202</id><published>2009-05-01T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally wasted</title><content type='html'>omfg, i can't believe !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;watched cats musical with the rest of 4E5N plus the Sec3 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;God damn.&lt;br /&gt;First i lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Was very upset then go home lor (depress~)&lt;br /&gt;then afterthat received excited call from mama that the bugger call.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you whoever you are, pioneer resident.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(to stealthy - your neighbour arh)&lt;br /&gt;the benefactor returned my wallet, which 70% of the singaporeans would do lah.&lt;br /&gt;then rushed there.&lt;br /&gt;everybody was so damn shocked k.&lt;br /&gt;then i had to answer questions how i got there in time.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how many times i repeated the same story.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched cats, dismissed it off as boring as there were only certain parts which i understood and the others were unclear at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, today i went  youtube to rewatch.&lt;br /&gt;OMG LAH.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the youtube video though not HD 2.5 or what,&lt;br /&gt;VERY CLEAR LEY.&lt;br /&gt;BETTER THAN THE ESPLANADE 1HH SEATING LOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY WASTE OF 64DOLLARS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;64 dollars, paid 25 ley!&lt;br /&gt;not cheap one okay!&lt;br /&gt;then now i understand the whole plot.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;cannot enjoy there sia.&lt;br /&gt;25 dollars waste.&lt;br /&gt;might as well just stay home watch manz.&lt;br /&gt;waste time, waste money.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2327605679663049202?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2327605679663049202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2327605679663049202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2327605679663049202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2327605679663049202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-wasted_01.html' title='totally wasted'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1792617217258388365</id><published>2009-04-30T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>pushing away the borders,&lt;br /&gt;getting closer and closer, &lt;br /&gt;losing grip,&lt;br /&gt;losing reality,&lt;br /&gt;everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I said hello, and you said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;without even a glance.&lt;br /&gt;guess i didn't matter to you at all,&lt;br /&gt;just a playdoll,&lt;br /&gt;whose there for you to toy around.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;you're getting out of my life exactly six months later.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;yes, i can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;there's still a slight diffidence in my tone.&lt;br /&gt;i really honestly sincerely treated you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;having cold hard truth hit me, &lt;br /&gt;didn't really had a effect.&lt;br /&gt;when did it start? .. the first day we met?&lt;br /&gt;i was positive.&lt;br /&gt;you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;and you dissed me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;but why now?&lt;br /&gt;why continue the charade?&lt;br /&gt;funny?&lt;br /&gt;i don't get you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel used.&lt;br /&gt;like a broken toy.&lt;br /&gt;i can't express how i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;sad?&lt;br /&gt;upset?&lt;br /&gt;depressed?&lt;br /&gt;my tears are brimming out right now,&lt;br /&gt;because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1792617217258388365?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1792617217258388365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1792617217258388365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1792617217258388365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1792617217258388365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/post_30.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4269295356050288581</id><published>2009-04-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:40:01.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pushing away the borders,&lt;br /&gt;getting closer and closer, &lt;br /&gt;losing grip,&lt;br /&gt;losing reality,&lt;br /&gt;everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I said hello, and you said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;without even a glance.&lt;br /&gt;guess i didn't matter to you at all,&lt;br /&gt;just a playdoll,&lt;br /&gt;whose there for you to toy around.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;you're getting out of my life exactly six months later.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;yes, i can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;there's still a slight diffidence in my tone.&lt;br /&gt;i really honestly sincerely treated you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;having cold hard truth hit me, &lt;br /&gt;didn't really had a effect.&lt;br /&gt;when did it start? .. the first day we met?&lt;br /&gt;i was positive.&lt;br /&gt;you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;and you dissed me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;but why now?&lt;br /&gt;why continue the charade?&lt;br /&gt;funny?&lt;br /&gt;i don't get you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel used.&lt;br /&gt;like a broken toy.&lt;br /&gt;i can't express how i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;sad?&lt;br /&gt;upset?&lt;br /&gt;depressed?&lt;br /&gt;my tears are brimming out right now,&lt;br /&gt;because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4269295356050288581?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4269295356050288581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4269295356050288581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4269295356050288581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4269295356050288581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/pushing-away-borders-getting-closer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4219881231989122087</id><published>2009-04-16T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i'm sick and tired of mozzies.&lt;br /&gt;mozzies, you suck!&lt;br /&gt;suckarse!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;irritating me, &lt;br /&gt;itching me,&lt;br /&gt;making me cry out in fear ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOUUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;-acts childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now its no longer itching =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4219881231989122087?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4219881231989122087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4219881231989122087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4219881231989122087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4219881231989122087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7902839335432686811</id><published>2009-04-16T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:50:57.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick and tired of mozzies.&lt;br /&gt;mozzies, you suck!&lt;br /&gt;suckarse!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;irritating me, &lt;br /&gt;itching me,&lt;br /&gt;making me cry out in fear ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOUUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;-acts childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now its no longer itching =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7902839335432686811?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7902839335432686811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7902839335432686811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7902839335432686811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7902839335432686811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sick-and-tired-of-mozzies.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4319302920172944024</id><published>2009-04-08T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of being a source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;trust me, you wouldn't wanna be me.&lt;br /&gt;so, please find somebody better. &lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what you say,&lt;br /&gt;i just want it my way.&lt;br /&gt;don't like it, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;suit yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4319302920172944024?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4319302920172944024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4319302920172944024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4319302920172944024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4319302920172944024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired_08.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-9102201732089840698</id><published>2009-04-03T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:27:52.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bustling activity these days.</title><content type='html'>I surrender, with a white flag nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;I claim exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are partially closing.&lt;br /&gt;My back aches.&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches in loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever you do is SIMPLY not good enough, and there are always room for improvement? And the worse part is where people give you snide remarks like, do badly k, we'll benefit. Just how screwed up is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from environment club.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed at the lack of apitude by alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;Since you call yourself a EARTH-LOVER, you should bother to help using recycled materials, right? You should also get used to the idea of cleaning up after yourselves right? Ask yourself, did you do it? The answer is a practical no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we know is complain and complain and complain about the workload. But do we ever see the hardwork behnd those people who gives the orders? Fyi, i was the "leader" for the day, giving work to other people, organizing them. It hurt to be there, to scream and shout at them to do this and do that when i was so exhausted myself. I'm still considered a junior there, yet there are so many expectations of me. It ended up where i would try my best to plaster on a smile and give the work with the reciever groaning and get to work grudgingly. Some people irritated me to the core until I can swear that, If i heard them one more time, i will really go and give them a lecture. They were the slackers, those who did nothing, just sit there and stare, sms, blank stare at celling, talk to each other. When give them work, they run. How irritating is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be speech day. -groans, it's going to be a long day, first SPEECH DAY WITH THE SHAKE HAND, PHOTO TAKING (crude shit) and BOWING ):! I hate phototaking. I look so morbid already, don't take my photo, pretty please. It just reflects how ugly i am on the outside. Then we have to wait for the parade, and the band, and the wushu, and speeches. Oh god, can this day get any longer? Then is meixuan's birthday party at IMM following tuition and finally destressing session at library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that saturday would seem more like friday to me. It seems like an extended friday, a school day somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's updating for now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-9102201732089840698?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/9102201732089840698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=9102201732089840698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/9102201732089840698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/9102201732089840698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/04/bustling-activity-these-days.html' title='Bustling activity these days.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6187543694322621792</id><published>2009-03-28T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:19:02.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>Earth hour 2009, what a parody. It's a monumental event for earth lovers. &lt;br /&gt;It's part of conserving the earth. But does it really matter, now?&lt;br /&gt;It's only one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the maximum, it's just knowing whether HUMANS are ready to HELP earth? Such a effort is meaningless. It only helps some people who want to save electricity bills from exploding for one hour who takes it as a excuse.&lt;br /&gt;But have we ever considered the need of Earth?! It seems more of a join-in-if-you-want-to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohplease. Just how many people you can be surrounded by and they can proudly say that they switched off all their lights, plus that their family was supportive of their decision to switch off lights. Yes they are, but limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some feel that just off-ing at least one light is enough to prove their judgement.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really conserving earth? It feels more like it's just a ploy on people's part to delay the global warming effect of El Nino on Earth. But actually, how long can this be delayed? A day? A month? ... or at the maximum, one year?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth will still have to experience global warming. We humans are not doing enough to save Earth. You can just simply walk, and see a load of rubbish on the walkway downstairs, full of advertisments lying on the pavement and people just rush off to whatever they are doing. Is that CARING for EARTH? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt agitated when i saw some people who claim to be environmentalists do not even bother to do that as well. If so, is the name claim fake? What a practical joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6187543694322621792?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6187543694322621792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6187543694322621792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6187543694322621792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6187543694322621792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-146410416916707682</id><published>2009-03-28T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The grass always looked greener on the other side."</title><content type='html'>"The grass always looked greener on the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of you have heard of it, just how many of you have actually firsthand experienced it yourself? I did, and i feel such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous how i have always expected myself to be lousy and negatively minded about my results, that it is not good enough, i have done badly, results that really made me wanna cry. I did this alot of times, only to get reprimandation from other people, whose results were not better off either, or in some cases, worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel very bad, when i do that and they really can't help but mind, cause their results is lousy than mine. I checked out on the website and the truth dawned on me. I am a neurotic perfectionist who had low self esteem. Sure, is that a excuse? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment, it might seem that some others are excelling better in other subjects than others, but technically, all humans are weak right? As in, every one of us have weaknesses right?! Yes, i guess so. But that thought NEVER ever OCCURED to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i was thinking, how could i?! how could i have performed so badly? And slowly i started to realize, yes stress and pressure might be factors leading to excellence in studies however, most importantly, is whether ultimately YOU TRY YOUR BEST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always realize that, I don't need comparison. I don't need competition for motivation. I just need my own ideals to strive for. And that is ultimate perfection, as a ultimatum, which you might say, is IMPOSSIBLE, but i can try right?! I don't have to be one of the top people, which i would love to be, but SO LONG MY CONSCIENCE IS CLEAR, I'm genuinely CONTENTED (not forced by other people) with my grades, and I DID MY BEST - that is enough. For me and my parents, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be one of those girls who act like they are stupid and end up acing the examinations. It's just a facade, it's stupid. Wake up. So what if you're stupid? Are you still human? Yes. You think you're making people feel better if you're stupid as well? No. You think you can fit in with the less academically-inclined people? Maybe yes. But eventually, they will find out your true colours and feel even more hurt that you have purposely done that to them. Sure, your intentions are good, but is that wise? You end up underminding your potential, limiting yourself and even find yourself the object of gossip at the end of the day. IS IT WORTH IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so, although ironically, i have somehow became one of these girls without knowing. It is revolting to me and very extremely disgusting to digest this fact. I hate being the source of motivation. I'm not bragging here, but i seriously dislike attention. I just want to do my best, and thats' it. I don't want to get distracted by competition. Yes, i admit that i hate losing. But technically, at the end of the day, what matters is what you learn, not anything else. Whether you are top of the leaderboard in school, is not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and thats' me yakking away nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-146410416916707682?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/146410416916707682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=146410416916707682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/146410416916707682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/146410416916707682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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mood.&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&amp;MUCHAPPRECIATION to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE BREAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alvin the chipmunk ;]&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine (Emo-partner)&lt;br /&gt;KJJ&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Catherine darling (moco ^^)&lt;br /&gt;CLARINE (nu er!)&lt;br /&gt;HuiJia&lt;br /&gt;Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Hongzheng&lt;br /&gt;Hnin Hnin&lt;br /&gt;Jingteck&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf&lt;br /&gt;Sebby&lt;br /&gt;Joewie&lt;br /&gt;Stealthy&lt;br /&gt;Yuliah&lt;br /&gt;Elaine&lt;br /&gt;Asvini&lt;br /&gt;Kirin&lt;br /&gt;Guna&lt;br /&gt;Yiimei&lt;br /&gt;Jieyi&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;br /&gt;Huaiyue&lt;br /&gt;Weexin&lt;br /&gt;Inshirah&lt;br /&gt;CLASS 4A 2009&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;Paulene&lt;br /&gt;Thiri&lt;br /&gt;Dexter&lt;br /&gt;Lutfi (who keep stealing my members)&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Janice&lt;br /&gt;DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;Sungyi&lt;br /&gt;Sylvest!&lt;br /&gt;Keming&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Fuhua guys from 4NA in mon's tuition;D&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;Nithya&lt;br /&gt;VICKY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arigato! ^^ loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update the birthday cake pictures.&lt;br /&gt;It was scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Black forest siol!!!&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prezzies, but will be getting them tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6583532098669667682?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6583532098669667682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6583532098669667682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, currently in a very damn sore mood.&lt;br /&gt;somebody, regarded as my DEAR-EST sister, totally spoiled my good mood.&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&amp;MUCHAPPRECIATION to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE BREAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alvin the chipmunk ;]&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine (Emo-partner)&lt;br /&gt;KJJ&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Catherine darling (moco ^^)&lt;br /&gt;CLARINE (nu er!)&lt;br /&gt;HuiJia&lt;br /&gt;Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Hongzheng&lt;br /&gt;Hnin Hnin&lt;br /&gt;Jingteck&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf&lt;br /&gt;Sebby&lt;br /&gt;Joewie&lt;br /&gt;Stealthy&lt;br /&gt;Yuliah&lt;br /&gt;Elaine&lt;br /&gt;Asvini&lt;br /&gt;Kirin&lt;br /&gt;Guna&lt;br /&gt;Yiimei&lt;br /&gt;Jieyi&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;br /&gt;Huaiyue&lt;br /&gt;Weexin&lt;br /&gt;Inshirah&lt;br /&gt;CLASS 4A 2009&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;Paulene&lt;br /&gt;Thiri&lt;br /&gt;Dexter&lt;br /&gt;Lutfi (who keep stealing my members)&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Janice&lt;br /&gt;DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;Sungyi&lt;br /&gt;Sylvest!&lt;br /&gt;Keming&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Fuhua guys from 4NA in mon's tuition;D&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;Nithya&lt;br /&gt;VICKY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arigato! ^^ loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update the birthday cake pictures.&lt;br /&gt;It was scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Black forest siol!!!&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prezzies, but will be getting them tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8246157102484785387?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8246157102484785387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8246157102484785387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8246157102484785387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8246157102484785387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-735540017105712420</id><published>2009-03-21T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i'm frightened. &lt;br /&gt;because when i dream, im consistently thinking about the next action that im going to take, the homework i have left, what am i going to do the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in self-denial.&lt;br /&gt;i know whatever she says is true.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't get my mind to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats going on in my head not even i know.&lt;br /&gt;am i alien?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-735540017105712420?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/735540017105712420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=735540017105712420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/735540017105712420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/735540017105712420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_3839.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1433901409901546648</id><published>2009-03-21T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:01:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm frightened. &lt;br /&gt;because when i dream, im consistently thinking about the next action that im going to take, the homework i have left, what am i going to do the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in self-denial.&lt;br /&gt;i know whatever she says is true.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't get my mind to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats going on in my head not even i know.&lt;br /&gt;am i alien?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1433901409901546648?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1433901409901546648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1433901409901546648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1433901409901546648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1433901409901546648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-frightened.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-249731373729952039</id><published>2009-03-21T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Creed to Live By&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;It is because we are different that each of us is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't set your goals by what other people deem important,&lt;br /&gt;Only you know what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Cling to that as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or the future,&lt;br /&gt;By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up when you still have something to give&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really over … until the moment you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect,&lt;br /&gt;It is the fragile thread that binds us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to encounter risks,&lt;br /&gt;It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find,&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to receive love is to give love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tightly,&lt;br /&gt;And the best way to keep love is to give it wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dismiss your Dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope.&lt;br /&gt;To be without hope is to be without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run through life so fast that you forget where you've been,&lt;br /&gt;But also know where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some interesting facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day without sunshine is like, night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you have different fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you love peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, half the people you know are below average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who laughs last thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you believe in telekinesis? Raise my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-249731373729952039?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/249731373729952039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=249731373729952039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/249731373729952039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/249731373729952039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_8534.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4707884044673282408</id><published>2009-03-21T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:58:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Creed to Live By&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;It is because we are different that each of us is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't set your goals by what other people deem important,&lt;br /&gt;Only you know what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Cling to that as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or the future,&lt;br /&gt;By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up when you still have something to give&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really over … until the moment you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect,&lt;br /&gt;It is the fragile thread that binds us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to encounter risks,&lt;br /&gt;It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find,&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to receive love is to give love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tightly,&lt;br /&gt;And the best way to keep love is to give it wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dismiss your Dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope.&lt;br /&gt;To be without hope is to be without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run through life so fast that you forget where you've been,&lt;br /&gt;But also know where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some interesting facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day without sunshine is like, night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you have different fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you love peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, half the people you know are below average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who laughs last thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you believe in telekinesis? Raise my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4707884044673282408?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4707884044673282408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4707884044673282408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4707884044673282408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4707884044673282408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/creed-to-live-by-dont-undermine-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4071475709693937683</id><published>2009-03-21T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:22.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>amazingly, time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back sucky results,&lt;br /&gt;i swear to do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardly touched holiday homework, but will be chionging them tmr and the next day, wooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 21 right now,&lt;br /&gt;4 more days,&lt;br /&gt;filled with mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda love being sweet sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;and hate it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judging from the astonished expressions on their faces, &lt;br /&gt;i guess they all didn't bother enough.&lt;br /&gt;just as usual.&lt;br /&gt;just as well.&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;just a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bitten by mozzies this past week.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll invent some mosquito superrepellent in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;mozzies are hateful.&lt;br /&gt;they bite and bite and leave bigbigbig red sore spots.&lt;br /&gt;):!!!&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i banged into the pillar&lt;br /&gt;typical felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i was about to say.&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll forget you.&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;just now now.&lt;br /&gt;fond memories still come out these days,&lt;br /&gt;its still fresh in the memory how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;i loved those days where i could talk freely with you,&lt;br /&gt;now no more.&lt;br /&gt;it feels akward and strange at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;halfway worried that somebody will decipher,&lt;br /&gt;halfway tired of all these nonsense&lt;br /&gt;scared to approach you,&lt;br /&gt;not even daring to message you or have direct contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears still brim out of my eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;spouting out unnecessary feelings,&lt;br /&gt;bringing out unbearable torture in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of tired of being the one to stand there silently,&lt;br /&gt;wait as you got embraced by some other person who didn't even know your existance. &lt;br /&gt;i did hope that you'll once take notice,&lt;br /&gt;but you did not.&lt;br /&gt;did you ever felt how hesitant i was when i sms you,&lt;br /&gt;how i was always scared of smsing you the wrong thing,&lt;br /&gt;how i was always scared that i would run out of topics to talk to you about?&lt;br /&gt;you think i was a natural conversalist?&lt;br /&gt;no, i had to planplanplan, so that nothing would go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;both of us would enjoy the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;and the secret that still remains in my heart remains unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4071475709693937683?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4071475709693937683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4071475709693937683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4071475709693937683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4071475709693937683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_21.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-3345412218672746874</id><published>2009-03-21T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:27:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amazingly, time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back sucky results,&lt;br /&gt;i swear to do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardly touched holiday homework, but will be chionging them tmr and the next day, wooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 21 right now,&lt;br /&gt;4 more days,&lt;br /&gt;filled with mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda love being sweet sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;and hate it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judging from the astonished expressions on their faces, &lt;br /&gt;i guess they all didn't bother enough.&lt;br /&gt;just as usual.&lt;br /&gt;just as well.&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;just a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bitten by mozzies this past week.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll invent some mosquito superrepellent in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;mozzies are hateful.&lt;br /&gt;they bite and bite and leave bigbigbig red sore spots.&lt;br /&gt;):!!!&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i banged into the pillar&lt;br /&gt;typical felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i was about to say.&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll forget you.&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;just now now.&lt;br /&gt;fond memories still come out these days,&lt;br /&gt;its still fresh in the memory how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;i loved those days where i could talk freely with you,&lt;br /&gt;now no more.&lt;br /&gt;it feels akward and strange at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;halfway worried that somebody will decipher,&lt;br /&gt;halfway tired of all these nonsense&lt;br /&gt;scared to approach you,&lt;br /&gt;not even daring to message you or have direct contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears still brim out of my eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;spouting out unnecessary feelings,&lt;br /&gt;bringing out unbearable torture in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of tired of being the one to stand there silently,&lt;br /&gt;wait as you got embraced by some other person who didn't even know your existance. &lt;br /&gt;i did hope that you'll once take notice,&lt;br /&gt;but you did not.&lt;br /&gt;did you ever felt how hesitant i was when i sms you,&lt;br /&gt;how i was always scared of smsing you the wrong thing,&lt;br /&gt;how i was always scared that i would run out of topics to talk to you about?&lt;br /&gt;you think i was a natural conversalist?&lt;br /&gt;no, i had to planplanplan, so that nothing would go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;both of us would enjoy the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;and the secret that still remains in my heart remains unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3345412218672746874?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3345412218672746874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3345412218672746874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3345412218672746874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3345412218672746874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazingly-time-passes.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8874551179891962678</id><published>2009-03-18T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>back from ec.&lt;br /&gt;tiring journey back.&lt;br /&gt;have pictures from hike just now.&lt;br /&gt;back still hurts, dunno is because of getting sweared at,&lt;br /&gt;or from bending too much when sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shuqun's auntie for one day.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;sweep and mop the canteen area for ec.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, contradicts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun while it lasted,&lt;br /&gt;had fond memories with rosanne, jasmine, wenjun, daniel and all.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the childcare children were CUTEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;like hell.&lt;br /&gt;damnnnn cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, their reaction when i posed as a money?&lt;br /&gt;ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;they were there shouting MONKEY! got banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trail walk was long.&lt;br /&gt;still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPERMAKING COURSE WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;FANTABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I learnt stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got to bond with my ec members more ^^&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou i hate mozzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8874551179891962678?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8874551179891962678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8874551179891962678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8874551179891962678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8874551179891962678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_18.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5019773567317120572</id><published>2009-03-18T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:18:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from ec.&lt;br /&gt;tiring journey back.&lt;br /&gt;have pictures from hike just now.&lt;br /&gt;back still hurts, dunno is because of getting sweared at,&lt;br /&gt;or from bending too much when sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shuqun's auntie for one day.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;sweep and mop the canteen area for ec.&lt;br /&gt;haiz, contradicts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun while it lasted,&lt;br /&gt;had fond memories with rosanne, jasmine, wenjun, daniel and all.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the childcare children were CUTEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;like hell.&lt;br /&gt;damnnnn cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, their reaction when i posed as a money?&lt;br /&gt;ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;they were there shouting MONKEY! got banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trail walk was long.&lt;br /&gt;still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPERMAKING COURSE WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;FANTABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I learnt stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got to bond with my ec members more ^^&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou i hate mozzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5019773567317120572?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5019773567317120572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5019773567317120572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5019773567317120572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5019773567317120572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-ec_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8810751509128636615</id><published>2009-03-14T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>so what exactly happened to me the rest of the week after career fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back maths results.&lt;br /&gt;I got back science results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was a shitass job.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;As in, I know the ANSWERRRSS! Just that i couldn't answer it.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i'm officially SICK.&lt;br /&gt;Don't irritate me unless necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had speech.&lt;br /&gt;My speech suckarse.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I talked too fast, and too slow too.&lt;br /&gt;and i was nervous,&lt;br /&gt;my entire paper went shaking.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost him.&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ptm.&lt;br /&gt;was damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;the whole time i was smsing two people,&lt;br /&gt;and it was like sms, wait awhile, another sms come in, &lt;br /&gt;i was like omg, when will it end.&lt;br /&gt;then i was hugging my two tbs.&lt;br /&gt;my maths tb tore ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, listen to mr tan's speech.&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to talk with all my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;typical same comments:&lt;br /&gt;I think you could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-faint.&lt;br /&gt;And i realize, my form teacher had a spelling mistake in my card.&lt;br /&gt;weeee~ all humans make mistakes afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked, to know that everybody expects so much of you, and yet you don't know how much you can give them at all.&lt;br /&gt;And you stress out yourself so much that you get ill almost half the time holidays are approaching, wth?! And holidays come with loads of work and you can't complete them, what a bloody waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SCORE A1S FOR MY SUBJECTS FOR MYE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm DETERMINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that came from my results was,&lt;br /&gt;I got the result i wanted to score for CH for the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HABBO TRADERS.&lt;br /&gt;WHO BUY STUFF AND SELL THEM AT THE SAME PRICE?&lt;br /&gt;Loser uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8810751509128636615?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8810751509128636615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8810751509128636615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8810751509128636615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8810751509128636615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_14.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-3121017233920172514</id><published>2009-03-14T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:32:28.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what exactly happened to me the rest of the week after career fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back maths results.&lt;br /&gt;I got back science results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHEMISTRY.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was a shitass job.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;As in, I know the ANSWERRRSS! Just that i couldn't answer it.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i'm officially SICK.&lt;br /&gt;Don't irritate me unless necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had speech.&lt;br /&gt;My speech suckarse.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I talked too fast, and too slow too.&lt;br /&gt;and i was nervous,&lt;br /&gt;my entire paper went shaking.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost him.&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ptm.&lt;br /&gt;was damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;the whole time i was smsing two people,&lt;br /&gt;and it was like sms, wait awhile, another sms come in, &lt;br /&gt;i was like omg, when will it end.&lt;br /&gt;then i was hugging my two tbs.&lt;br /&gt;my maths tb tore ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, listen to mr tan's speech.&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to talk with all my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;typical same comments:&lt;br /&gt;I think you could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-faint.&lt;br /&gt;And i realize, my form teacher had a spelling mistake in my card.&lt;br /&gt;weeee~ all humans make mistakes afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked, to know that everybody expects so much of you, and yet you don't know how much you can give them at all.&lt;br /&gt;And you stress out yourself so much that you get ill almost half the time holidays are approaching, wth?! And holidays come with loads of work and you can't complete them, what a bloody waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SCORE A1S FOR MY SUBJECTS FOR MYE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm DETERMINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that came from my results was,&lt;br /&gt;I got the result i wanted to score for CH for the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HABBO TRADERS.&lt;br /&gt;WHO BUY STUFF AND SELL THEM AT THE SAME PRICE?&lt;br /&gt;Loser uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3121017233920172514?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3121017233920172514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3121017233920172514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3121017233920172514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3121017233920172514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-exactly-happened-to-me-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4536015444610003852</id><published>2009-03-09T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>went to career fair.&lt;br /&gt;was in a bit of a rush as my thumbdrive was missing and panicked for a long while,&lt;br /&gt;before realizing that i left it in the library in sch (so damnnit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career fair was fun,&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that it was more for the adults than us teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;met dex, eiv, dan, jieyi, jingteck and one girl (whose name is lemon, i read)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was one teens booth.&lt;br /&gt;it was great!&lt;br /&gt;4 magazines (one which i desperately needed, and the jan-mar issues of 2009)&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;plus a cute soft toy, notebook, yoghurt (first time O_O) and a SEVENTEENAGAIN movie tix for april. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to leave the tix for sis, cause i assume that it would be a waste of money if i went myself, but mom and dad suggested otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm gradually losing it,&lt;br /&gt;in the pits due to something amiss,&lt;br /&gt;missing something that i can't have,&lt;br /&gt;yet don't feel like giving up,&lt;br /&gt;just disappointment and sadness engulfing,&lt;br /&gt;to the deepest corner of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, like what hnin said,&lt;br /&gt;i'm constrained and restricted to my thoughts in blogging,&lt;br /&gt;considering just putting it as a journal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4536015444610003852?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4536015444610003852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4536015444610003852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4536015444610003852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4536015444610003852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_09.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6563377397811160243</id><published>2009-03-09T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:41:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to career fair.&lt;br /&gt;was in a bit of a rush as my thumbdrive was missing and panicked for a long while,&lt;br /&gt;before realizing that i left it in the library in sch (so damnnit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career fair was fun,&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that it was more for the adults than us teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;met dex, eiv, dan, jieyi, jingteck and one girl (whose name is lemon, i read)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was one teens booth.&lt;br /&gt;it was great!&lt;br /&gt;4 magazines (one which i desperately needed, and the jan-mar issues of 2009)&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;plus a cute soft toy, notebook, yoghurt (first time O_O) and a SEVENTEENAGAIN movie tix for april. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to leave the tix for sis, cause i assume that it would be a waste of money if i went myself, but mom and dad suggested otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm gradually losing it,&lt;br /&gt;in the pits due to something amiss,&lt;br /&gt;missing something that i can't have,&lt;br /&gt;yet don't feel like giving up,&lt;br /&gt;just disappointment and sadness engulfing,&lt;br /&gt;to the deepest corner of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, like what hnin said,&lt;br /&gt;i'm constrained and restricted to my thoughts in blogging,&lt;br /&gt;considering just putting it as a journal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6563377397811160243?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1938562872624408437</id><published>2009-03-07T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>suffering from side-aches.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;painful neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to excessive dehydration and lack of exercise (i deserve it i guess)&lt;br /&gt;it hurts ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone no batt.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr career fair ^^ wee.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i'm suddenly suffering from saturday night fever again.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL WEIRDDDDDD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1938562872624408437?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8491259344876938500</id><published>2009-03-07T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:59:27.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suffering from side-aches.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;painful neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to excessive dehydration and lack of exercise (i deserve it i guess)&lt;br /&gt;it hurts ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone no batt.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr career fair ^^ wee.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i'm suddenly suffering from saturday night fever again.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL WEIRDDDDDD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8491259344876938500?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1866653998731062053</id><published>2009-03-07T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>-emos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost black-out (or fainted) in pe ytd.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it felt like my world was spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;i only noticed people moving in and out,&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes opened and closed out of consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;one moment i knew what was going on, another moment, i wasn't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people cared and bothered enough to ask me how was i feeling and everything else. &lt;br /&gt;i could only see specks of colour, nothing like a full picture.&lt;br /&gt;i stood up and sat, rotating around each movement,&lt;br /&gt;my movement weak and seemed like outta my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i felt better after resting.&lt;br /&gt;disappointment, from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, goback class.&lt;br /&gt;looked for chem result, hope its true.&lt;br /&gt;and hopeful for physics and maths (even thou i really screwed up maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC, i'm looking forward to EC ^^&lt;br /&gt;i'm lousy as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to complete script plus, speech and ppt and f&amp;n soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, HOLIDAYS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to miss people.&lt;br /&gt;D: (not from sch duh, some close friends online/in real life that i couldn't set aside time to chat for) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep awaiting the comp.&lt;br /&gt;9pm all the way to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;bored crap lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished one CHINESE BOOK BY MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;It was hard reading, cause i wasn't used to reading chinese books, more of english person here.&lt;br /&gt;but I LIkED THE ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i couldn't find the second book ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some great news.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to change my font to a bigger one,&lt;br /&gt;since lots of people have been commenting that they need to strain their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for updates.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1866653998731062053?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1866653998731062053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1866653998731062053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1866653998731062053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1866653998731062053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post_07.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4506875352443475877</id><published>2009-03-07T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:22:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-emos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost black-out (or fainted) in pe ytd.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it felt like my world was spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;i only noticed people moving in and out,&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes opened and closed out of consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;one moment i knew what was going on, another moment, i wasn't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people cared and bothered enough to ask me how was i feeling and everything else. &lt;br /&gt;i could only see specks of colour, nothing like a full picture.&lt;br /&gt;i stood up and sat, rotating around each movement,&lt;br /&gt;my movement weak and seemed like outta my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i felt better after resting.&lt;br /&gt;disappointment, from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, goback class.&lt;br /&gt;looked for chem result, hope its true.&lt;br /&gt;and hopeful for physics and maths (even thou i really screwed up maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC, i'm looking forward to EC ^^&lt;br /&gt;i'm lousy as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to complete script plus, speech and ppt and f&amp;n soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, HOLIDAYS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to miss people.&lt;br /&gt;D: (not from sch duh, some close friends online/in real life that i couldn't set aside time to chat for) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep awaiting the comp.&lt;br /&gt;9pm all the way to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;bored crap lOl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished one CHINESE BOOK BY MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;It was hard reading, cause i wasn't used to reading chinese books, more of english person here.&lt;br /&gt;but I LIkED THE ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i couldn't find the second book ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some great news.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to change my font to a bigger one,&lt;br /&gt;since lots of people have been commenting that they need to strain their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for updates.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4506875352443475877?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2676228163383457359</id><published>2009-03-04T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anybody to CHALLENGE me at ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to COMPETE with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to beat my own standards.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to beat my own RECORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that that tough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when others use my grades as a BENCHMARK.&lt;br /&gt;cause, i don't think i'm good enough.&lt;br /&gt;My goals aren't idealistic enough, &lt;br /&gt;and it's only STRESSING me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be PRESSURIZED.&lt;br /&gt;cause right now im LETHARGIC,&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you're reading it,&lt;br /&gt;stop it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't take your challenge seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Cause losing doesn't matter to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(Just that sucking in english hurts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2676228163383457359?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2676228163383457359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2676228163383457359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2676228163383457359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2676228163383457359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7117635542512075029</id><published>2009-03-04T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:50:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anybody to CHALLENGE me at ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to COMPETE with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to beat my own standards.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to beat my own RECORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that that tough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when others use my grades as a BENCHMARK.&lt;br /&gt;cause, i don't think i'm good enough.&lt;br /&gt;My goals aren't idealistic enough, &lt;br /&gt;and it's only STRESSING me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be PRESSURIZED.&lt;br /&gt;cause right now im LETHARGIC,&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you're reading it,&lt;br /&gt;stop it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't take your challenge seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Cause losing doesn't matter to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(Just that sucking in english hurts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7117635542512075029?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7117635542512075029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7117635542512075029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7117635542512075029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7117635542512075029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8831467611695778674</id><published>2009-03-03T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:35:25.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>envy.</title><content type='html'>i never thought today will come to pass..&lt;br /&gt;indeed it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY MY BAG BROKE O:!&lt;br /&gt;(Like seriously, isn't a big deal but wdv.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i like it okay! Yellow ^^. If you're one of those people from my class who saw me carry my bag using my bare hands to and fro every lesson, and is curious to find out why, read below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag originally had one of the zip disconnected, then the second zip decided to join it, so it could go through but there would be holes -.- &lt;br /&gt;(like if on purpose, yes, i assume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU LIKE BELIEVE IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It declared independence and demanded to be retrenched from the job of carrying my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):! no salary okeh, expire so fast ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back el, hist, mt paper already.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY SCREW UP JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think i'm a arse for complaining, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of people comments and making sure that i am CONSIDERED NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW UP JOB 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was bad.&lt;br /&gt;Two passes in the class, and i failed.&lt;br /&gt;I FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;FAILED ..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the thought of failure seems to be glooming over.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that i would fail english.&lt;br /&gt;I always passed.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, pass -&gt; understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;a brand new white record blemished by the slightest red mark.&lt;br /&gt;talk about unbelievables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i gotta get used to the prospect of failing.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is pure indifference.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't affect me as i thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;Shock, YES.&lt;br /&gt;Fear, YES. &lt;br /&gt;BUTTERFLIES IN STOMACH WHEN RESULTS ANNOUNCED, CHECK YES.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;.. I wasn't mournful.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;(if you understand what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is coming from somebody who have never failed english, in primary or secondary school (sec sch pretty much confirmed, primary - never)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For school that is. &lt;br /&gt;For tuition? Feh. Fail like cmi, cannot count already :D&lt;br /&gt;You ask, worse result you ever gotten and why? 4/25, questions pure inferential, 10/10 difficulty level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was disappointed. I expected better, and MUCH BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;This paper cannot be considered hard or easy, it was just, I'll give it a 7 on a scale of 10 in difficulty level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why screw up, you are so near to passing, you shouldn't feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Because due to my COCK-EYE-ness, I missed out qn 1c, &lt;br /&gt;didn't do it, didn't get the mark (and it was a sure score qn).&lt;br /&gt;One mark gone, and that would make my result 14/30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the question to my own words, 2m question -&gt; 0m. &lt;br /&gt;Patheticness =&gt; That would make me score at least 15/30, a pass mark.&lt;br /&gt;God, can i just kill myself and get this over and done with already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning, more is about to come.&lt;br /&gt;-embrace the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT ^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW UP JOB 2: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the abovementioned cockeye-ness, i did it again. I missed out one question which was 1m, which would make my score be 27/28 (attaining perfection 28/28 in the case of getting 1m extra from mr low for passing up classwork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say, HEY, ARE YOU A BAKA (dummy)? YOU GOT SO HIGH AND YOU ARE WISHING YOU GOT HIGHER? WHAT A LOSER! Yeah. Perhaps. But it was due to my carelessness and cockeye ness that i didn't get the mark, therefore the unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love history ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIFICATION: &lt;br /&gt;I am just kiasu. I'm worried for my ss which i'm convinced is a totally cmi thing, cause i screwed the thing up and caused me to cry D: I'm even convinced that i would be failing it. I HOPE I PASS. PLEASE MR ONG, LEMME PASS OKEH. I'll TRY TO SCORE IN SS IF YOU DO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pray to god, allah, buddha and whatever gods there are: PLEASEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW UP JOB 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my answers which resulted in a loss of 8 + 4 = 12m for mcq i suppose and another 5marks gone for naq. Did i mention it to you? I hate naqs ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is the end of today's blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8831467611695778674?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8831467611695778674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8831467611695778674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8831467611695778674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8831467611695778674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/envy.html' title='envy.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8983612651835525846</id><published>2009-03-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:34:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO.</title><content type='html'>-glooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO idk-this-weird-blog-name that i even forget.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;-runs around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that it would be a first, to step in the unaware, tired of the light, so there i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWARENESS IS THE FIRST STEP TO CHANGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8983612651835525846?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8983612651835525846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8983612651835525846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8983612651835525846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8983612651835525846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='HELLO.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-901957493215043621</id><published>2009-02-22T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i started to think that i might be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;turning nuts soon.&lt;br /&gt;people daydream about being in a magical world, and me? &lt;br /&gt;i think about homework all the time, in the bath, reading, watching tv, chatting, facebooking, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;i used to have nightmares about cats, vampires, crocodiles and zombies.&lt;br /&gt;seems like i was pretty hyperactive in imagination when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;i have nightmares about being the fool in class who can't answer a question,&lt;br /&gt;is late for three hours and failure.&lt;br /&gt;so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be more approachable, more friendly last time.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not lol.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm the one keeping the distance.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like its better that way.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i weird?&lt;br /&gt;i kept having saturday night fever.&lt;br /&gt;as in, super hyper up for one day, &lt;br /&gt;keep disturbing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somhow, i feel like a outcast (feeling happy when i'm not, for the wrong reasons)&lt;br /&gt;and even more, a hinderance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-901957493215043621?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4951912797135970259</id><published>2009-02-22T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:56:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i started to think that i might be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;turning nuts soon.&lt;br /&gt;people daydream about being in a magical world, and me? &lt;br /&gt;i think about homework all the time, in the bath, reading, watching tv, chatting, facebooking, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;i used to have nightmares about cats, vampires, crocodiles and zombies.&lt;br /&gt;seems like i was pretty hyperactive in imagination when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;i have nightmares about being the fool in class who can't answer a question,&lt;br /&gt;is late for three hours and failure.&lt;br /&gt;so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be more approachable, more friendly last time.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not lol.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm the one keeping the distance.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like its better that way.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i weird?&lt;br /&gt;i kept having saturday night fever.&lt;br /&gt;as in, super hyper up for one day, &lt;br /&gt;keep disturbing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somhow, i feel like a outcast (feeling happy when i'm not, for the wrong reasons)&lt;br /&gt;and even more, a hinderance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4951912797135970259?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4951912797135970259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4951912797135970259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4951912797135970259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4951912797135970259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-started-to-think-that-i-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4439169160332811212</id><published>2009-02-14T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>what a bloody fabulous day to spend v day.&lt;br /&gt;panicking about homewokr.&lt;br /&gt;thinkingabout homework.&lt;br /&gt;trading in habbo with noobs.&lt;br /&gt;getting cursed along with my parents - what losers.&lt;br /&gt;spending the day listening to mushy love songs.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I hate v day.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a day for lovesick fools.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4439169160332811212?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4168544996663478922</id><published>2009-02-14T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:10:22.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a bloody fabulous day to spend v day.&lt;br /&gt;panicking about homewokr.&lt;br /&gt;thinkingabout homework.&lt;br /&gt;trading in habbo with noobs.&lt;br /&gt;getting cursed along with my parents - what losers.&lt;br /&gt;spending the day listening to mushy love songs.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I hate v day.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a day for lovesick fools.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4168544996663478922?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5656290989316663734</id><published>2009-02-01T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:52:26.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cip.</title><content type='html'>i had cip ytd, early sat morning at redhill mrt.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun, yet still quite akward.&lt;br /&gt;imagine how embarrassing the scenario is when you have been one of those people where other people approach you for a donation and now the role is reversed and you're the one asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could really empathesize with the people having to go for flag day, it must be awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine people darting strange and annoyed looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;some are even worse, showing you mock ignorance and just continuing their way.&lt;br /&gt;the worst comes when some look at you for a moment there, start to open their bags, and walk away, as a sign of distraction and mock hope - how horrifying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friendly people will go up the walkway and show me their "already donated" stickers as proof, one guy was damn funny, he sticked it on the end of his shirt and pulled it to show us, like revealing belly button rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another uncle was even more amusing, he was like, OMG, CAUGHT! Then i was like rolling my eyes and laughing. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are singaporeans so unsympathic nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not, and that still remains a debatable issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one refined lady, who when i approached her for donations, she started to take out her wallet to give, and she questioned what is the donation for.&lt;br /&gt;after i told her, she donated more - what a nice lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are also others, when they see the bag, they don't even wait for me to say anything or approach them, and freely give, like automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generous singaporeans versue the more wary singaporeans? Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really enriching :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been suffering from sore throat and severe coughing this week.&lt;br /&gt;right  now it's still ongoing and i feel very terrible.&lt;br /&gt;the sore throat went so sore that i swear, i sounded like a guy when i talked to my classmate - imagine the horror!&lt;br /&gt;the severe coughing was coughing for 3-5 times straight and it's loud, and really makes people wanna puke that type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible, i hope i get well soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5656290989316663734?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5656290989316663734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5656290989316663734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5656290989316663734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5656290989316663734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/02/cip.html' title='cip.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2174937631320144996</id><published>2009-01-06T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished school and was panicking about the stupid maths test that i screwed up. Screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of being the only retainee.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of waking up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and telling self that it's gonna be a shit school day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of sleeping at night in the wee hours,&lt;br /&gt;telling self not to be scared and tmr will be better.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw 2009.&lt;br /&gt;i miss 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;AND IM NOT NOT NOT EMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2174937631320144996?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2174937631320144996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2174937631320144996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2174937631320144996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2174937631320144996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/01/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-6002928765553999654</id><published>2009-01-06T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:19:13.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished school and was panicking about the stupid maths test that i screwed up. Screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of being the only retainee.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of waking up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and telling self that it's gonna be a shit school day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of sleeping at night in the wee hours,&lt;br /&gt;telling self not to be scared and tmr will be better.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw 2009.&lt;br /&gt;i miss 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;AND IM NOT NOT NOT EMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-6002928765553999654?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/6002928765553999654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=6002928765553999654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6002928765553999654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/6002928765553999654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-habits-die-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4339861213807093777</id><published>2008-12-25T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>today is officially xmas day.&lt;br /&gt;christmas comes and go, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, i was at seoul garden, causeway point (woodlands)&lt;br /&gt;eat all you can.&lt;br /&gt;rofl, really for guys who have big appetite man,&lt;br /&gt;stupid me, went to take a plate of pasta,&lt;br /&gt;until very full&lt;br /&gt;eat three rounds k.&lt;br /&gt;first round, is seafood.&lt;br /&gt;second round, icecream and dessert &lt;br /&gt;third round, :x fries and drumsticks,&lt;br /&gt;nice k.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly when we went there left one seat only.&lt;br /&gt;the drinks were great.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD?! EVEN BETTER THAN ANYPLACE :]&lt;br /&gt;SEOUL GARDEN ROCKS K.&lt;br /&gt;Just expensive :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, yesterday celebrated xmas eve with hnin.&lt;br /&gt;was late, watching x family and all.&lt;br /&gt;then go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN SPACIOUS K, 5 ROOM HORHX!&lt;br /&gt;then met her couz.&lt;br /&gt;her bro like grow up le,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so short.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then we talk about school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;took some pics.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the pandan reservoir pics i have already.&lt;br /&gt;will post up someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED X FAMILY;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT 7 HOMEWORKS TO DO,&lt;br /&gt;7 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 chinese - essay, letter and ws(completed halfway)&lt;br /&gt;1 chemistry worksheet on limiting reactivity.&lt;br /&gt;1 maths worksheet on geometrical properties of circles,&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;2 english homework - one ppt and one more is on essay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgod,&lt;br /&gt;recently cannot sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;donno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS CHRISTMAAS~&lt;br /&gt;MERRY XMAS, EVERYBODY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, this year xmas seems a little gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;like nothing much to celebrate at all.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4339861213807093777?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4339861213807093777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4339861213807093777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4339861213807093777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4339861213807093777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2347522442745293848</id><published>2008-12-25T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:05:29.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is officially xmas day.&lt;br /&gt;christmas comes and go, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, i was at seoul garden, causeway point (woodlands)&lt;br /&gt;eat all you can.&lt;br /&gt;rofl, really for guys who have big appetite man,&lt;br /&gt;stupid me, went to take a plate of pasta,&lt;br /&gt;until very full&lt;br /&gt;eat three rounds k.&lt;br /&gt;first round, is seafood.&lt;br /&gt;second round, icecream and dessert &lt;br /&gt;third round, :x fries and drumsticks,&lt;br /&gt;nice k.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly when we went there left one seat only.&lt;br /&gt;the drinks were great.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD?! EVEN BETTER THAN ANYPLACE :]&lt;br /&gt;SEOUL GARDEN ROCKS K.&lt;br /&gt;Just expensive :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, yesterday celebrated xmas eve with hnin.&lt;br /&gt;was late, watching x family and all.&lt;br /&gt;then go to her house.&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN SPACIOUS K, 5 ROOM HORHX!&lt;br /&gt;then met her couz.&lt;br /&gt;her bro like grow up le,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so short.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then we talk about school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;took some pics.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the pandan reservoir pics i have already.&lt;br /&gt;will post up someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED X FAMILY;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT 7 HOMEWORKS TO DO,&lt;br /&gt;7 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 chinese - essay, letter and ws(completed halfway)&lt;br /&gt;1 chemistry worksheet on limiting reactivity.&lt;br /&gt;1 maths worksheet on geometrical properties of circles,&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;2 english homework - one ppt and one more is on essay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgod,&lt;br /&gt;recently cannot sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;donno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS CHRISTMAAS~&lt;br /&gt;MERRY XMAS, EVERYBODY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, this year xmas seems a little gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;like nothing much to celebrate at all.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2347522442745293848?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2347522442745293848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2347522442745293848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2347522442745293848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2347522442745293848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-officially-xmas-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2714808339651468364</id><published>2008-12-20T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first trip.</title><content type='html'>this was supposed to be posted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;first time, a no-lifer finally gets a life.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents dragged me to vivocity lah.&lt;br /&gt;for the first awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored though when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a enlargement of suntec mall, but seriously its quite big and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to a restaurant, Asian kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;it was horrible, blehs.&lt;br /&gt;i paid $6.90 for a plate of lucheon meat fried rice,&lt;br /&gt;wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;I can just pry open a can of lucheon meat, costing less than 3 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Rice?! $1 per bowl.&lt;br /&gt;plus, mixed vegetables?!&lt;br /&gt;ohplease, how many pieces of lucheon meat? I guess less than 2.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed vegetables? 2 tablespoons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it?&lt;br /&gt;AND IT COSTS 6.90?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about outrageous pricing man.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wanted to stare daggers at the waiter and waitress.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEMORE,&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER SERVICE 10% of bill,&lt;br /&gt;i lucky never eat alot with th 'rents.&lt;br /&gt;ohgod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% of bill&lt;br /&gt;Just to say: Hi, Would you like to order anything?&lt;br /&gt;Provide the customer with queries regarding how the dishes are cooked,&lt;br /&gt;and say Goodbye, i hope you have a nice day?!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ALSO LOLOLOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im damn cheapo lah.&lt;br /&gt;then after that&lt;br /&gt;walkwalkwalkwalk giant, &lt;br /&gt;buy lots of things, split pepsi, &lt;br /&gt;had to clean it up with tissues.&lt;br /&gt;then walkwalkwalk shops,&lt;br /&gt;see catwalk models, omg russian beauties okay.&lt;br /&gt;then all fashion shops, &lt;br /&gt;jesus christ man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;after that, for just one PAGEON bookshop, &lt;br /&gt;we walked a whole round, to find that it was just opposite the place that we just came from.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bought twilight&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;at last long, the book belongs to meeeeeeee =D!&lt;br /&gt;although its late, considering that i knew about the book since, &lt;br /&gt;last year?!&lt;br /&gt;rofl,&lt;br /&gt;and asyraf won me.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday homework wise,&lt;br /&gt;i started.&lt;br /&gt;yes, still got alot more to go.&lt;br /&gt;but i have confidence.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is dong ji, everybod have a great xmas ^^&lt;br /&gt;merry xmas ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To estella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, i know you're really hurting from the inside, but stop wasting your time on this. Remember us?! It seems like you forgotten what was the purpose of us being together. I miss the hyper estella, the girl who will always say HIE! And talk about Barbie cliqu and stuff, now you're quitting, i'll miss you. I seriously want to cry uh. Why, must you let yourself suffer? There's no point in it, right? Don't you just understand that no matter what you do, he wouldn't reprociate? I don't want you to get hurt further k. It's really terrible, just watching from the sidelines, knowing that whatever i say is utterly useless. I miss the old you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2714808339651468364?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2714808339651468364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2714808339651468364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2714808339651468364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2714808339651468364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-trip_20.html' title='first trip.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7321773879360357785</id><published>2008-11-19T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;my entire head, wanna burst.&lt;br /&gt;how can peeps be so unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a game, it's just a SIMPLE misunderstanding?&lt;br /&gt;why can't THEY just LET IT GO?&lt;br /&gt;walao,&lt;br /&gt;i feel miserable sia.&lt;br /&gt;not my fault,&lt;br /&gt;now i tio pull in.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;my entire head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7321773879360357785?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7321773879360357785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7321773879360357785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7321773879360357785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7321773879360357785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/post_19.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2667200637335783046</id><published>2008-11-19T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:00:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;my entire head, wanna burst.&lt;br /&gt;how can peeps be so unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a game, it's just a SIMPLE misunderstanding?&lt;br /&gt;why can't THEY just LET IT GO?&lt;br /&gt;walao,&lt;br /&gt;i feel miserable sia.&lt;br /&gt;not my fault,&lt;br /&gt;now i tio pull in.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;my entire head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2667200637335783046?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2667200637335783046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2667200637335783046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2667200637335783046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2667200637335783046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/roar.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7071312958781431937</id><published>2008-11-14T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:21.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>somehow, i'm missing you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching KO One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiss&lt;br /&gt;They Kiss Again&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Love&lt;br /&gt;Ten Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, watching KO One, followed by the X Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some quotes, that are meaningful from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Woman, Beauty and Knowledge, you can only have one. Having both or having none, is still a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(女人啊女人，容貌和知識擇其一吧，兩者俱得，兩者俱失，都是悲劇收場)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are friends? Friends are those idiots that still stands by you when you make a terrible mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(什麼是朋友？朋友永遠是在你犯下不可原諒錯誤的時候，仍舊站在你那邊的笨蛋！)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare - Julius Caesar: "Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Shakespeare 說:人們可支配自己的命運，若我們受制於人，那錯不在命運，而在我們自己。)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It take a lot more courage to forgive someone than to take on a revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(原諒一個人比報仇更需要勇氣)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship doesn't mean the more sacrifices you make, the better ending you will get.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;愛情呢並不是說你越努力它就一定會有好結果) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore: Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(泰戈爾說：“可能”問“不可能”：你住在哪裡 ，“不可能”回答說：在那無能為力的夢裡)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A perfect romance weakens our intelligence, an imperfect romance hurts our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(完美的愛情讓人意志薄弱，不完美的愛情傷害人心)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is doubt, then there is a truth. Because the truth is the shadow of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(有懷疑就有真理，因為真理是懷疑的影子) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare : "To be or not to be, that is a question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare : "When a proud heart is hurt, friendship is the best medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Shakespeare 说：當榮譽心受伤的时候，友谊是治愈它的良藥)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7071312958781431937?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7071312958781431937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7071312958781431937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7071312958781431937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7071312958781431937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/post_14.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2516756597092939993</id><published>2008-11-14T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:56:40.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow, i'm missing you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching KO One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiss&lt;br /&gt;They Kiss Again&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Love&lt;br /&gt;Ten Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, watching KO One, followed by the X Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some quotes, that are meaningful from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Woman, Beauty and Knowledge, you can only have one. Having both or having none, is still a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(女人啊女人，容貌和知識擇其一吧，兩者俱得，兩者俱失，都是悲劇收場)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are friends? Friends are those idiots that still stands by you when you make a terrible mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(什麼是朋友？朋友永遠是在你犯下不可原諒錯誤的時候，仍舊站在你那邊的笨蛋！)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare - Julius Caesar: "Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Shakespeare 說:人們可支配自己的命運，若我們受制於人，那錯不在命運，而在我們自己。)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It take a lot more courage to forgive someone than to take on a revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(原諒一個人比報仇更需要勇氣)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship doesn't mean the more sacrifices you make, the better ending you will get.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;愛情呢並不是說你越努力它就一定會有好結果) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagore: Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(泰戈爾說：“可能”問“不可能”：你住在哪裡 ，“不可能”回答說：在那無能為力的夢裡)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A perfect romance weakens our intelligence, an imperfect romance hurts our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(完美的愛情讓人意志薄弱，不完美的愛情傷害人心)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is doubt, then there is a truth. Because the truth is the shadow of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(有懷疑就有真理，因為真理是懷疑的影子) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare : "To be or not to be, that is a question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare : "When a proud heart is hurt, friendship is the best medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Shakespeare 说：當榮譽心受伤的时候，友谊是治愈它的良藥)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2516756597092939993?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2516756597092939993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2516756597092939993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;握不紧的双手&lt;br /&gt;不知怎么形容&lt;br /&gt;已被你击退的我&lt;br /&gt;不知道该往哪躲&lt;br /&gt;想不到挽留的借口&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;面对面跟我说&lt;br /&gt;你已经不爱我&lt;br /&gt;承诺全部没收&lt;br /&gt;让我忘了所有&lt;br /&gt;一个人重新来过&lt;br /&gt;你怎么那么从容&lt;br /&gt;怎么都等不及我回头&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;狠心的话全都讲完&lt;br /&gt;剩下的路 各走一半&lt;br /&gt;也许我真的不够勇敢&lt;br /&gt;毕竟相爱一场有太多片断&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么能忘记你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么做才是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;假如你用心守候 不会是这个结果&lt;br /&gt;你说的我都懂 我却不能够就这样放手&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 悲伤的时候会想起我&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 不舍得让我独自漂泊&lt;br /&gt;有些话说不出口&lt;br /&gt;害怕又犯下了错&lt;br /&gt;分手还没有说 泪就先流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么能忘记你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么做才是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;假如你用心守候 不会是这个结果&lt;br /&gt;你说的我都懂 我却不能够就这样放手&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 悲伤的时候会想起我&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 不舍得让我独自漂泊&lt;br /&gt;有些话说不出口&lt;br /&gt;害怕又犯下了错&lt;br /&gt;分手还没有说 泪就先流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面对面跟我说&lt;br /&gt;你已经不爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3546294835412306663?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3546294835412306663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3546294835412306663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3546294835412306663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3546294835412306663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/post_11.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1542025387072643954</id><published>2008-11-11T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:29:22.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danson Tang Yu Zhe 唐禹哲- 告诉我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人走一走&lt;br /&gt;街灯下的路口&lt;br /&gt;握不紧的双手&lt;br /&gt;不知怎么形容&lt;br /&gt;已被你击退的我&lt;br /&gt;不知道该往哪躲&lt;br /&gt;想不到挽留的借口&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;面对面跟我说&lt;br /&gt;你已经不爱我&lt;br /&gt;承诺全部没收&lt;br /&gt;让我忘了所有&lt;br /&gt;一个人重新来过&lt;br /&gt;你怎么那么从容&lt;br /&gt;怎么都等不及我回头&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;狠心的话全都讲完&lt;br /&gt;剩下的路 各走一半&lt;br /&gt;也许我真的不够勇敢&lt;br /&gt;毕竟相爱一场有太多片断&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么能忘记你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么做才是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;假如你用心守候 不会是这个结果&lt;br /&gt;你说的我都懂 我却不能够就这样放手&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 悲伤的时候会想起我&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 不舍得让我独自漂泊&lt;br /&gt;有些话说不出口&lt;br /&gt;害怕又犯下了错&lt;br /&gt;分手还没有说 泪就先流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么能忘记你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 怎么做才是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;假如你用心守候 不会是这个结果&lt;br /&gt;你说的我都懂 我却不能够就这样放手&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 悲伤的时候会想起我&lt;br /&gt;告诉我 不舍得让我独自漂泊&lt;br /&gt;有些话说不出口&lt;br /&gt;害怕又犯下了错&lt;br /&gt;分手还没有说 泪就先流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;面对面跟我说&lt;br /&gt;你已经不爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-1542025387072643954?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1542025387072643954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1542025387072643954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;got back report card.&lt;br /&gt;not what i expected for some subjects, and as usual i deproved and only made limited progress in my academic areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should try harder, and stop blaming procrastination from possessing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm always stuck in a dilemma when i have to make a choice  between two decisions: One could potentially turn out to be fatal, and the other, totally harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think of my results, i think of what i have done and i start to regret not putting in more effort, but i wonder, just how much effort we can conserve for each different subjects, so that it would all balance outright in the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee, is recovering, but the pain is back - don't worry, painkillers do their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, we were just bidding farewell to a couple of our precious schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;now, we are bidding farewell to freedom at sec3 to become probation at sec4.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, to accept it as fate would be more suitable or asking somebody to decide for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about friendships,&lt;br /&gt;i suck at them.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any social skills.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL. (I SERIOUSLY MEAN IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent nearly half the year regretting things i shouldnt have done and now when it comes to me, it boils down to the fact that i should just face reality and accept the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have treasured and kept each and every friendship close to my heart, made effort to maintain friendships, would friendships die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had just made that minimal effort to try, would it prove to be successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to miss you, and the days we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know, how much it hurts just to be reminded that i was ONCE the CLOSEST friend in your heart, but now, just a mere acquaintance - better not then never, pehaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, and perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of uncertainities, treasure your friends and family and treat them well :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5326729006446653282?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5326729006446653282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5326729006446653282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5326729006446653282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5326729006446653282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/post_07.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7672828626535273702</id><published>2008-11-07T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:50:57.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the last day of bridging.&lt;br /&gt;yay, woohoo, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;it's just lessons, no fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back report card.&lt;br /&gt;not what i expected for some subjects, and as usual i deproved and only made limited progress in my academic areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should try harder, and stop blaming procrastination from possessing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm always stuck in a dilemma when i have to make a choice  between two decisions: One could potentially turn out to be fatal, and the other, totally harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think of my results, i think of what i have done and i start to regret not putting in more effort, but i wonder, just how much effort we can conserve for each different subjects, so that it would all balance outright in the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee, is recovering, but the pain is back - don't worry, painkillers do their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, we were just bidding farewell to a couple of our precious schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;now, we are bidding farewell to freedom at sec3 to become probation at sec4.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, to accept it as fate would be more suitable or asking somebody to decide for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about friendships,&lt;br /&gt;i suck at them.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any social skills.&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL. (I SERIOUSLY MEAN IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent nearly half the year regretting things i shouldnt have done and now when it comes to me, it boils down to the fact that i should just face reality and accept the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have treasured and kept each and every friendship close to my heart, made effort to maintain friendships, would friendships die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had just made that minimal effort to try, would it prove to be successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to miss you, and the days we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know, how much it hurts just to be reminded that i was ONCE the CLOSEST friend in your heart, but now, just a mere acquaintance - better not then never, pehaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, and perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of uncertainities, treasure your friends and family and treat them well :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7672828626535273702?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7672828626535273702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7672828626535273702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7672828626535273702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7672828626535273702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-last-day-of-bridging.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-892004431966187932</id><published>2008-11-02T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>so damn lawls.&lt;br /&gt;was emo-ing whole night ytd,&lt;br /&gt;because of the stupiddddd leg.&lt;br /&gt;stupid asyraf teased me, saying that i was mas selemat,&lt;br /&gt;yaright -.-&lt;br /&gt;in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im supposed to be very damn happy now.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about it, thats why i wasn't very enthu.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SMILE WIDEWIDE&lt;br /&gt;-GRIN WIDEWIDE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patched up, finally ^^ loveya.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i did do lots of stupid things, but at least looks like its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just plain laughable&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;jokeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;at least, after waiting so long, you're back to my side.&lt;br /&gt;forever, bestfriends, girl(:&lt;br /&gt;ily! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't help being greedy afterall.&lt;br /&gt;you lose one, and you get back one, right?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should learn to treasure and cherish my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't wanna tread back the old way again.&lt;br /&gt;tread carefully around you, not sure when which one will bomb on me.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna that.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also starting to learn how to become more independent.&lt;br /&gt;i must take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like everybody will be there for me if i fall, or fail or turn ill,&lt;br /&gt;i should get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tease me too much,&lt;br /&gt;don't dot on me so much,&lt;br /&gt;don't treat me so nice,&lt;br /&gt;don't treat me so different from others,&lt;br /&gt;don't quarrel with me so much,&lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;because i might, just fall in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;and that's like, let's prevent it while we can ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i might get used to it, and start to be dependent towards you, and when the time comes where i need to let you go, i might not bear to, i might not get used to not having you there and i might still get hurt in the end, but chang tong bu ru duan tong, i don't wanna our friendship to change, so don't treat me too nice, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm a ridiculous bugger, but whatever =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-892004431966187932?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/892004431966187932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=892004431966187932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/892004431966187932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/892004431966187932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5478304851088662839</id><published>2008-11-02T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:41:23.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so damn lawls.&lt;br /&gt;was emo-ing whole night ytd,&lt;br /&gt;because of the stupiddddd leg.&lt;br /&gt;stupid asyraf teased me, saying that i was mas selemat,&lt;br /&gt;yaright -.-&lt;br /&gt;in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im supposed to be very damn happy now.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about it, thats why i wasn't very enthu.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SMILE WIDEWIDE&lt;br /&gt;-GRIN WIDEWIDE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patched up, finally ^^ loveya.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i did do lots of stupid things, but at least looks like its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just plain laughable&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;jokeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;at least, after waiting so long, you're back to my side.&lt;br /&gt;forever, bestfriends, girl(:&lt;br /&gt;ily! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't help being greedy afterall.&lt;br /&gt;you lose one, and you get back one, right?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should learn to treasure and cherish my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't wanna tread back the old way again.&lt;br /&gt;tread carefully around you, not sure when which one will bomb on me.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna that.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also starting to learn how to become more independent.&lt;br /&gt;i must take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like everybody will be there for me if i fall, or fail or turn ill,&lt;br /&gt;i should get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tease me too much,&lt;br /&gt;don't dot on me so much,&lt;br /&gt;don't treat me so nice,&lt;br /&gt;don't treat me so different from others,&lt;br /&gt;don't quarrel with me so much,&lt;br /&gt;please,&lt;br /&gt;because i might, just fall in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;and that's like, let's prevent it while we can ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i might get used to it, and start to be dependent towards you, and when the time comes where i need to let you go, i might not bear to, i might not get used to not having you there and i might still get hurt in the end, but chang tong bu ru duan tong, i don't wanna our friendship to change, so don't treat me too nice, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm a ridiculous bugger, but whatever =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5478304851088662839?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5478304851088662839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5478304851088662839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5478304851088662839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5478304851088662839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-damn-lawls.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-1053429769480714023</id><published>2008-10-31T23:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Jing Le 安靜了 - S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里&lt;br /&gt;梦想中 属於我们的婚礼&lt;br /&gt;却成了 单人结婚进行曲&lt;br /&gt;在这场爱情角力的拔河里&lt;br /&gt;爱我还是爱你&lt;br /&gt;你选择了自己 wo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的 可爱的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的 爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里 曾经的 都是你喜欢的&lt;br /&gt;如今我还在原地&lt;br /&gt;你却走回你的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多 就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福 短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱 让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空 你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多 却不能给我什麽&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情 承诺 永恒 或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口 我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最後温柔 是因为我太爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里&lt;br /&gt;梦想中 属於我们的婚礼&lt;br /&gt;安静了 在我枕边的梦里&lt;br /&gt;我知道相爱原本就不容易&lt;br /&gt;爱不是一场雨&lt;br /&gt;努力就有结局 wo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的 可爱的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的 爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里 曾经的 都是你爱着你的&lt;br /&gt;连假的泪还温热&lt;br /&gt;却没有人握我的手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多 就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福 短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱 让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空 你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多 却不能给我什麽&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情 承诺 永恒 或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口 我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最後温柔 是因为我太爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is a better song compared to nian hai gong lu de chu kou barhx. Cause thats like a relationship breakup song and it doesn't really make any sense - this song, at least got some sense :D, although i have to admit, i have been listening to nian hai gong lu de chu ku quite long, this song is also quite nice, replacing it as my blogsong(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found something very interesting, dedicated to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E - 比你賤 Lyrics 歌詞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：Michael Jackson、鄭楠、施人誠 作曲：Michael Jackson、鄭楠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你說你已寂寞三個月 非常懷念有我的從前&lt;br /&gt;但是你前天更新的相簿 明明摟著一個正妹&lt;br /&gt;你說她只是個好朋友 怎麼你說謊越來越弱&lt;br /&gt;而為什麼我們都已經分手 我還有心痛的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你從來都不知道 我對你有多好&lt;br /&gt;就連命都可以不要&lt;br /&gt;你說你其實早就知道 只是你不需要&lt;br /&gt;何必犯賤痛苦自找&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 戀愛只求新鮮&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 對誰都要欺騙&lt;br /&gt;我慶幸 我高興 不用再被蹂躪&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 分了手還想念&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 但你比我可憐&lt;br /&gt;我至少還擁有顆 你沒有的真心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap:&lt;br /&gt;Billy Jean她不是我的妹 她只是個同班同學&lt;br /&gt;那天見面 只是去吃麵&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道怎麼會拍了那照片&lt;br /&gt;拜託不要跟我華山論劍&lt;br /&gt;妳有倚天劍 我不敢跟妳耍賤&lt;br /&gt;對妳是真的非常想念&lt;br /&gt;騙妳的話我就不叫周定RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你從來都不知道 我對你有多好&lt;br /&gt;就連命都可以不要&lt;br /&gt;你說你其實早就知道 只是你不需要&lt;br /&gt;何必犯賤痛苦 何必犯賤痛苦 何必犯賤痛苦自找&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 戀愛只求新鮮&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 對誰都要欺騙&lt;br /&gt;我慶幸 我高興 不用再被蹂躪&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 分了手還想念&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 但你比我可憐&lt;br /&gt;我至少還擁有顆 你沒有的真心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so true, and to him: although we haven't chatted or interacted with each other, i guess enough is enough, i don't dare anymore, just because of what happened between us, i hope you know what went wrong &amp;amp; reflect on your own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg lah, i spent the whole day sleeping, listening to she new album: ILY, she(: &lt;/span&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/21378752-1053429769480714023?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/1053429769480714023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=1053429769480714023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1053429769480714023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/1053429769480714023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/post_6558.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-199681178732667447</id><published>2008-10-31T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:07:51.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Jing Le 安靜了 - S.H.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里&lt;br /&gt;梦想中 属於我们的婚礼&lt;br /&gt;却成了 单人结婚进行曲&lt;br /&gt;在这场爱情角力的拔河里&lt;br /&gt;爱我还是爱你&lt;br /&gt;你选择了自己 wo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的 可爱的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的 爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里 曾经的 都是你喜欢的&lt;br /&gt;如今我还在原地&lt;br /&gt;你却走回你的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多 就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福 短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱 让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空 你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多 却不能给我什麽&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情 承诺 永恒 或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口 我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最後温柔 是因为我太爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只剩下钢琴陪我站在这里&lt;br /&gt;梦想中 属於我们的婚礼&lt;br /&gt;安静了 在我枕边的梦里&lt;br /&gt;我知道相爱原本就不容易&lt;br /&gt;爱不是一场雨&lt;br /&gt;努力就有结局 wo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;撒娇的 可爱的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的 爱哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片里 曾经的 都是你爱着你的&lt;br /&gt;连假的泪还温热&lt;br /&gt;却没有人握我的手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我爱你太多 就快要把你淹没&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福 短暂一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种解脱 让你好好的想过&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空 你是不是能够给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我给你太多 却不能给我什麽&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情 承诺 永恒 或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一道伤口 我们各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最後温柔 是因为我太爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is a better song compared to nian hai gong lu de chu kou barhx. Cause thats like a relationship breakup song and it doesn't really make any sense - this song, at least got some sense :D, although i have to admit, i have been listening to nian hai gong lu de chu ku quite long, this song is also quite nice, replacing it as my blogsong(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found something very interesting, dedicated to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E - 比你賤 Lyrics 歌詞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作詞：Michael Jackson、鄭楠、施人誠 作曲：Michael Jackson、鄭楠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你說你已寂寞三個月 非常懷念有我的從前&lt;br /&gt;但是你前天更新的相簿 明明摟著一個正妹&lt;br /&gt;你說她只是個好朋友 怎麼你說謊越來越弱&lt;br /&gt;而為什麼我們都已經分手 我還有心痛的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你從來都不知道 我對你有多好&lt;br /&gt;就連命都可以不要&lt;br /&gt;你說你其實早就知道 只是你不需要&lt;br /&gt;何必犯賤痛苦自找&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 戀愛只求新鮮&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 對誰都要欺騙&lt;br /&gt;我慶幸 我高興 不用再被蹂躪&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 分了手還想念&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 但你比我可憐&lt;br /&gt;我至少還擁有顆 你沒有的真心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap:&lt;br /&gt;Billy Jean她不是我的妹 她只是個同班同學&lt;br /&gt;那天見面 只是去吃麵&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道怎麼會拍了那照片&lt;br /&gt;拜託不要跟我華山論劍&lt;br /&gt;妳有倚天劍 我不敢跟妳耍賤&lt;br /&gt;對妳是真的非常想念&lt;br /&gt;騙妳的話我就不叫周定RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你從來都不知道 我對你有多好&lt;br /&gt;就連命都可以不要&lt;br /&gt;你說你其實早就知道 只是你不需要&lt;br /&gt;何必犯賤痛苦 何必犯賤痛苦 何必犯賤痛苦自找&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 戀愛只求新鮮&lt;br /&gt;誰比你賤 對誰都要欺騙&lt;br /&gt;我慶幸 我高興 不用再被蹂躪&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 分了手還想念&lt;br /&gt;我比你賤 但你比我可憐&lt;br /&gt;我至少還擁有顆 你沒有的真心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so true, and to him: although we haven't chatted or interacted with each other, i guess enough is enough, i don't dare anymore, just because of what happened between us, i hope you know what went wrong &amp;amp; reflect on your own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg lah, i spent the whole day sleeping, listening to she new album: ILY, she(: &lt;/span&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/21378752-199681178732667447?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/199681178732667447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=199681178732667447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/199681178732667447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/199681178732667447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/jing-le-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2634962905567801929</id><published>2008-10-31T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel moody all over again.&lt;br /&gt;feel so lazy, tired and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i'm stressing up myself once more.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sick and tired of playing this stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;tired of acting the good guy.&lt;br /&gt;when you try to become the good guy, you end up playing the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of this stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of quitting, coming back, rejoining, quitting again, back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want right now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i'm making the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i'm just a plain foolish stupid fool or just pure idiotic?&lt;br /&gt;i am caught at a loss for words,&lt;br /&gt;just at this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2634962905567801929?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2634962905567801929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2634962905567801929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2634962905567801929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2634962905567801929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/post_31.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7616693788182407983</id><published>2008-10-31T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:07:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel moody all over again.&lt;br /&gt;feel so lazy, tired and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i'm stressing up myself once more.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sick and tired of playing this stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;tired of acting the good guy.&lt;br /&gt;when you try to become the good guy, you end up playing the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of this stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of quitting, coming back, rejoining, quitting again, back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want right now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i'm making the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether i'm just a plain foolish stupid fool or just pure idiotic?&lt;br /&gt;i am caught at a loss for words,&lt;br /&gt;just at this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7616693788182407983?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-8033975350973334692</id><published>2008-10-30T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>what do you say, when you keep getting the worst luck of everybody you know?&lt;br /&gt;what do you say, when you have been continually sick for seven consecutive days?&lt;br /&gt;crapload of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and i thought being sick was IT.&lt;br /&gt;when something happened today, totally out of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;wth, are you retarded or idiotic or something?!&lt;br /&gt;nope, things just happened concidentally, crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended bridging, quite okay, except it felt like there were new additionals, and i started to miss the eivriel who used to always tease me, and the japanese-loving jio, hahahahahaha! i wish you guys were with us for bridging as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my bridging, for wednesday, i had to go to frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;frisbeeee~ was fun, kept laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;what do you feel, when you try your best to aim at somebody's direction, and because of a sudden change in the direction, the entire frisbee slant diao? LOL! damn amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was going to love frisbee - i even got sunburn okay! D:&lt;br /&gt;don't say i white, i turning tanned soon, yeahhhhh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reaction of daniel just now was so funny like eh? Frisbee in school arh, no outside, then he looked so shocked O:, damn funneh lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our coaches are one pair of frisbee loving humans, joe, 21, okay she's female and john 20, he kinda looks like it and kinda don't look like it. LOLOLOLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we split up into 3 groups today, me with serene, guna, hafizah and pritesh.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny, cause the only game we played before i KO-ed was with suzanne, yunsing, vera, lynn and sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the ultimate frisbee was like that, the frisbee, flying in our direction, and me panicky trying to grab it. -.- more like they were trying to make me run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost at the end of game, around the last 2minutes of the 15mins game when i was catching the frisbee, which i thought was FLATLAND.. which turned out to be a ditch, due to excess water caused by the rain. And before i knew it, when i bended to retrieve the frisbee, despite the water which i only saw later on, i tripped and fell in the puddle of water/mud. STUPID RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, thats KO for me. I had to be supported by cally and clarine to sit. When i stood up, my left leg was alright, but to my ultimate horror, my right leg was painful and trembled, you know like phone vibration? It went like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh, the next few moments that passed by was obviously, damn bad lah. i had to sit there alone, "drenched wet" and clear the mud off. Crap day. It can be deemed as the worse day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i struggled with walking with both legs, as obviously the right leg was seriously not good. &gt;;l Had meeting at the shelter where we discussed the issues like food amount and place and activities. Was fun except for the fact that I had to stand up the whole time and there was quite alot of leavers D:, it's okay, i know you're busy peeps. No blood, nothing, yet it was so painful &gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cally and hafizah brought me to th general office to apply ointment after i changed out of the wet and muddy clothes. We rested for quite long chatting as cally was applying ointment for me: THANKS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went back home on the bus. scary trip. my wallet fell, at my stop, so terrified that it was going to fall. called home, no response. talked to mama, and halfway dunno why tears brimmed out of my eyes. i was scared, i couldn't stay brave any moment longer, for that instant. I calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped my tears, and went back home. My leg still got problem up to now. I seriously scared i can't go for museum trip tmr - i really wanna go! and tution, which was already delayed one week due to sick leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crap week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Yuliah,&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new questionformulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Of course i do, like any sane person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a guy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Might, depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;i need to know which aspect of school before i can type my say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;A million things, but later thinking clearly, not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;Donation, probably, and the rest see the situation and use them as i deem fit by my parents, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you love your ex again?&lt;br /&gt;depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;i guess might be being loved by someone, cause you have a choice, though it might hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;what if i said i had more than 15? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you're single and your crush is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;give it up, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Quite alot but thinking about it, hardly any since i don't really get angry that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i would be more confident and hardworking than me in the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Family, Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Single or attached? With who?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;A variety of colour suits my taste, i guess it would be blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but depending on the situation as well, i don't want to be bitten a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do food you like most?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is palatable to my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering that as well. I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What you enjoy doing?&lt;br /&gt;Reading and wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged: finding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-8033975350973334692?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/8033975350973334692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=8033975350973334692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8033975350973334692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/8033975350973334692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/post_30.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-3780584146403222258</id><published>2008-10-30T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:27:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you say, when you keep getting the worst luck of everybody you know?&lt;br /&gt;what do you say, when you have been continually sick for seven consecutive days?&lt;br /&gt;crapload of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and i thought being sick was IT.&lt;br /&gt;when something happened today, totally out of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;wth, are you retarded or idiotic or something?!&lt;br /&gt;nope, things just happened concidentally, crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended bridging, quite okay, except it felt like there were new additionals, and i started to miss the eivriel who used to always tease me, and the japanese-loving jio, hahahahahaha! i wish you guys were with us for bridging as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my bridging, for wednesday, i had to go to frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;frisbeeee~ was fun, kept laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;what do you feel, when you try your best to aim at somebody's direction, and because of a sudden change in the direction, the entire frisbee slant diao? LOL! damn amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was going to love frisbee - i even got sunburn okay! D:&lt;br /&gt;don't say i white, i turning tanned soon, yeahhhhh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reaction of daniel just now was so funny like eh? Frisbee in school arh, no outside, then he looked so shocked O:, damn funneh lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our coaches are one pair of frisbee loving humans, joe, 21, okay she's female and john 20, he kinda looks like it and kinda don't look like it. LOLOLOLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we split up into 3 groups today, me with serene, guna, hafizah and pritesh.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny, cause the only game we played before i KO-ed was with suzanne, yunsing, vera, lynn and sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the ultimate frisbee was like that, the frisbee, flying in our direction, and me panicky trying to grab it. -.- more like they were trying to make me run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost at the end of game, around the last 2minutes of the 15mins game when i was catching the frisbee, which i thought was FLATLAND.. which turned out to be a ditch, due to excess water caused by the rain. And before i knew it, when i bended to retrieve the frisbee, despite the water which i only saw later on, i tripped and fell in the puddle of water/mud. STUPID RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, thats KO for me. I had to be supported by cally and clarine to sit. When i stood up, my left leg was alright, but to my ultimate horror, my right leg was painful and trembled, you know like phone vibration? It went like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh, the next few moments that passed by was obviously, damn bad lah. i had to sit there alone, "drenched wet" and clear the mud off. Crap day. It can be deemed as the worse day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i struggled with walking with both legs, as obviously the right leg was seriously not good. &gt;;l Had meeting at the shelter where we discussed the issues like food amount and place and activities. Was fun except for the fact that I had to stand up the whole time and there was quite alot of leavers D:, it's okay, i know you're busy peeps. No blood, nothing, yet it was so painful &gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cally and hafizah brought me to th general office to apply ointment after i changed out of the wet and muddy clothes. We rested for quite long chatting as cally was applying ointment for me: THANKS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went back home on the bus. scary trip. my wallet fell, at my stop, so terrified that it was going to fall. called home, no response. talked to mama, and halfway dunno why tears brimmed out of my eyes. i was scared, i couldn't stay brave any moment longer, for that instant. I calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped my tears, and went back home. My leg still got problem up to now. I seriously scared i can't go for museum trip tmr - i really wanna go! and tution, which was already delayed one week due to sick leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crap week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Yuliah,&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new questionformulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Of course i do, like any sane person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a guy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Might, depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;i need to know which aspect of school before i can type my say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;A million things, but later thinking clearly, not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;Donation, probably, and the rest see the situation and use them as i deem fit by my parents, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you love your ex again?&lt;br /&gt;depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;i guess might be being loved by someone, cause you have a choice, though it might hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;what if i said i had more than 15? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you're single and your crush is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;give it up, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Quite alot but thinking about it, hardly any since i don't really get angry that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i would be more confident and hardworking than me in the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Family, Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Single or attached? With who?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;A variety of colour suits my taste, i guess it would be blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but depending on the situation as well, i don't want to be bitten a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do food you like most?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is palatable to my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering that as well. I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What you enjoy doing?&lt;br /&gt;Reading and wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged: finding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-3780584146403222258?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/3780584146403222258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=3780584146403222258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3780584146403222258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/3780584146403222258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-say-when-you-keep-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-4118594518211753424</id><published>2008-10-24T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>great. i officially declare myself sick.&lt;br /&gt;-.- habbo got flu epidemic ytd.&lt;br /&gt;ytd i started having flu. &lt;br /&gt;wonder whether its correlated.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, this is such a joke uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got terrible runny nose, dry throat problem, sneezing ever so often and worse of all, no appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks, and i gotta be well by saturday (got tution).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-4118594518211753424?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/4118594518211753424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=4118594518211753424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4118594518211753424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/4118594518211753424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick_24.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2611806942047780254</id><published>2008-10-24T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:02:34.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>great. i officially declare myself sick.&lt;br /&gt;-.- habbo got flu epidemic ytd.&lt;br /&gt;ytd i started having flu. &lt;br /&gt;wonder whether its correlated.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, this is such a joke uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got terrible runny nose, dry throat problem, sneezing ever so often and worse of all, no appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks, and i gotta be well by saturday (got tution).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2611806942047780254?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2611806942047780254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2611806942047780254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2611806942047780254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2611806942047780254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-5126109152974513727</id><published>2008-10-22T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>today, was the day that we all received news whether we would be promoted, as in 4E next year, retain in 3E next year or advanced to 4NA ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already prepared myself that i will definitely pass this time and go to 4E.&lt;br /&gt;true to my words, the only confident sentence i feel really came true.&lt;br /&gt;but i still found myself crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i saw angie crying.&lt;br /&gt;i went over, then asyraf was there patting her.&lt;br /&gt;then asyraf started crying too.&lt;br /&gt;i was there comforting them.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, after everything was over,&lt;br /&gt;i went to 3B to talk to huaiyue they all.&lt;br /&gt;end up, just the first sentence,"I can't believe it.."&lt;br /&gt;and i just started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just such a emotional crybaby emo wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people were astonished, cause they all said, eh, you never pass english meh, why cry? damn funny lei, get promote still cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno, my mind is filled with why at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;part of my wishful thinking was that everybody would be able to go up to 4E together next year, 3A will become 4A without any changes.. then we would all be able to succeed together as graduates of sqss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i wish, so much that it was all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i also feel like crying upon thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;some people, i must admit wasn't very close to me, but in fact, i have already regarded them as classmates alr(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that 3A isn't very united as a class, and i admit, there were conflicts at the start of the year, i was confused because 3A wasn't what i had expected, totally the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3A was loud, hyper, noisy, talkative - all the things i didn't expect at all.&lt;br /&gt;i found it very hard to fit in, sometimes i felt like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that i was suited to being at 3A at first..&lt;br /&gt;if not for kirin, mary, inshirah who shared common goals with me,&lt;br /&gt;asyraf, eivriel, dexter, cheryl and so many people who aimed to compete with me,&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, i wouldn't be the person i would be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change. people's feelings change over time.&lt;br /&gt;true, thats what that happened.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer thought of being alone in one class.&lt;br /&gt;i found good friends, competitors, people who were trying their best like siuwai.&lt;br /&gt;it really amazed me, i was very shocked when their hard work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;i was really glad for them.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i felt ashamed of myself, for not improving myself.&lt;br /&gt;i started to drift into a holiday mood after mid year was over.&lt;br /&gt;like slack, read books and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse, my grades slipped and i had to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;this time eoy, i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;and i put too much stress in myself, &lt;br /&gt;resulting in a total screw up.&lt;br /&gt;i regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted that to happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that over time, i was getting attached to 3A, the people there.&lt;br /&gt;i started to understand that we do bond, just in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;sec3 camp was the turning point.&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the times together, playing with water, teamworking, helping each other out, those were the days, singing my guardian angel..and everything else, it was like a extended sec3 camp in my memories at the start of school, everybody was like, singing the camp song and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say, in life, you will definitely experience a group of triplets: Loss, Regret &amp; Cherish in a point of your life. &lt;strong&gt;Loss&lt;/strong&gt; comes when you had something good going ahead for you, like talents or somethings like friendships but you didn't make full use of it, didn't appreciate it, and took it for granted - as if the world owes you something, and ended up losing it for good. &lt;strong&gt;Regret&lt;/strong&gt; comes into your heart, more of your guilty conscience when you realized what you had, was what you lost in the midst of everything and it was just the most important thing that you really needed, to complete yourself, yet it's missing. You start to feel sorry for neglecting it, promising to take care of it if it's given to you a second chance. As for the last triplet, &lt;strong&gt;Cherish&lt;/strong&gt; comes in the form of second chances. If you're given a second chance at life, at starting a new you, a ending marks the start of a beginning, do appreciate the chance that you have been given, the second opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everybody gets what i mean, if you even read this at all. &lt;br /&gt;it does not mean that retaining back in 3E, going to 4NA or promoting to 4E means that you're all good. We still have a long way to go. Our foundation is still weak - we need to put in more effort. Our standard, can easily give to one of the top school's students and they will score sky high and call our standard "chicken feet" and look down on us. Prove it to them, and yourself, that you can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not going to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eivriel - I kinda felt disappointed when i understood from your blog posts that you're not expecting to go up. Remember your promise to me, and do well k. (: Seriously, it's going to be weird for me, suddenly less of somebody to tease me suntan and all that, somebody who continually fights me for my best friend, comparing who talks to her more and all the details. I'll definitely miss you, your cartoons which are really drawn pretty well, the jokes you crack when we talk online, your efforts to cheer people up when you are really very down. Baka! Make me cry. Do well next year, don't disappoint the expectations we have of you (: I'm not evil, i'm human, muhahahaha xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - I was shocked initally when you came to my class, cause we didn't talk much in primary school, kinda like ignore each other existance, diff class ma and you liked to slack so much. Honestly, i always thought you're the bo chap type. But after sometime when really chat with you online, its like you're a different person, got life, got everything else. Hahas, remember your promise, you can definitely do it if you work hard, we'll be there waiting for your results next year. Stop thinking of becoming god. If you want to be god, first settle your studies k? And, stop provoking me, i can turn violent one, if you keep insisting that you purposely give chance for the sec2 cohort this year next year, you have already done one year, well ahead of them so you should generally do better. I await your results next year ^^, jiayou! I have to admit, i was kinda shocked when ms quah say you retain, cause we came to this school from the same primary school and i kinda expected you to go up with us, but its okay, so long you jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihao - We never really talked in secondary one, cause that time everybody was estranged from each other. But as time goes by, 3 years of being in the same class, the feeling of being classmates with you isn't too bad, when you purposely try to crack jokes, to cheer people up. And i also remember, during the F&amp;N cooking trial thingy, i couldn't open the can, and you helped me, thanks lots. You're definitely going to be one of those people who i am going to miss next year. I'm glad that you thought about it, to do well for sec3. Goodluck, and i hope you will be able to promote next year. Jiayou, you can definitely make it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era - I'm always seated behind you for the last three years. Hahas, or maybe two and a half year, so long alr. I'm really going not be very used to not having you seated infront of me for exams next year, probably i would be moved a few seats infront, dawr, very stress sia! Being classmates with you have really made me Buck up on your studies - we can all see your efforts in trying to pull up your grades in this eoy.(: Continue working hard and prove yourself(:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph - The most creative guy that i have ever seen. I still can remember your HE design last year, it was damn creative lah. And the cockroach joke, was definitely not funny! It was scary ._.". Although we don't talk much, i'm not even sure whether you regard me as a classmate or a intruder, i really liked you as a classmate. I'll miss you, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhui&amp;Jinhui - I don't really know you guys well, but i can sense that you have already tried your best efforts. It was definitely crazy having both of you in my class. Your enthusiasm kinda sparked up this class. Continue working hard k, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda - I kinda regret starting off with you at bad terms. After the three years, i realized that you are not really what you seem. On the outside, you may seem very cold and everything else, unlike a human being, inside you're the most vulnerable. I hope you will continue working hard, top in english girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much more that i wanted to say to so much more people, but thats how much i can think of at the current moment.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, stm problem working full time. hahas(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined, tmr no waterworks, no tears, make it a happy affair, i don't want to spoil everybody's mood by crying halfway through, cause i seriously can't stand the thought of having people who have been classmates for three years gone just like that, i really wouldn't get used to it at all. I'll definitely miss you guys okay, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon, you failed once, but you're given a second chance. Look at the bright side of it, it means you have a second try to make things right for yourself, don't disappoint yourself and others, do your best next year, if you need any help, you can definitely find me! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, quite lengthy post actually(:&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-5126109152974513727?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/5126109152974513727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=5126109152974513727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5126109152974513727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/5126109152974513727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/post_22.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2424508019928205707</id><published>2008-10-22T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:13:31.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, was the day that we all received news whether we would be promoted, as in 4E next year, retain in 3E next year or advanced to 4NA ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already prepared myself that i will definitely pass this time and go to 4E.&lt;br /&gt;true to my words, the only confident sentence i feel really came true.&lt;br /&gt;but i still found myself crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i saw angie crying.&lt;br /&gt;i went over, then asyraf was there patting her.&lt;br /&gt;then asyraf started crying too.&lt;br /&gt;i was there comforting them.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, after everything was over,&lt;br /&gt;i went to 3B to talk to huaiyue they all.&lt;br /&gt;end up, just the first sentence,"I can't believe it.."&lt;br /&gt;and i just started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just such a emotional crybaby emo wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people were astonished, cause they all said, eh, you never pass english meh, why cry? damn funny lei, get promote still cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno, my mind is filled with why at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;part of my wishful thinking was that everybody would be able to go up to 4E together next year, 3A will become 4A without any changes.. then we would all be able to succeed together as graduates of sqss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i wish, so much that it was all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i also feel like crying upon thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;some people, i must admit wasn't very close to me, but in fact, i have already regarded them as classmates alr(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that 3A isn't very united as a class, and i admit, there were conflicts at the start of the year, i was confused because 3A wasn't what i had expected, totally the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3A was loud, hyper, noisy, talkative - all the things i didn't expect at all.&lt;br /&gt;i found it very hard to fit in, sometimes i felt like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that i was suited to being at 3A at first..&lt;br /&gt;if not for kirin, mary, inshirah who shared common goals with me,&lt;br /&gt;asyraf, eivriel, dexter, cheryl and so many people who aimed to compete with me,&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, i wouldn't be the person i would be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change. people's feelings change over time.&lt;br /&gt;true, thats what that happened.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer thought of being alone in one class.&lt;br /&gt;i found good friends, competitors, people who were trying their best like siuwai.&lt;br /&gt;it really amazed me, i was very shocked when their hard work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;i was really glad for them.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i felt ashamed of myself, for not improving myself.&lt;br /&gt;i started to drift into a holiday mood after mid year was over.&lt;br /&gt;like slack, read books and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse, my grades slipped and i had to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;this time eoy, i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;and i put too much stress in myself, &lt;br /&gt;resulting in a total screw up.&lt;br /&gt;i regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted that to happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that over time, i was getting attached to 3A, the people there.&lt;br /&gt;i started to understand that we do bond, just in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;sec3 camp was the turning point.&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the times together, playing with water, teamworking, helping each other out, those were the days, singing my guardian angel..and everything else, it was like a extended sec3 camp in my memories at the start of school, everybody was like, singing the camp song and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say, in life, you will definitely experience a group of triplets: Loss, Regret &amp; Cherish in a point of your life. &lt;strong&gt;Loss&lt;/strong&gt; comes when you had something good going ahead for you, like talents or somethings like friendships but you didn't make full use of it, didn't appreciate it, and took it for granted - as if the world owes you something, and ended up losing it for good. &lt;strong&gt;Regret&lt;/strong&gt; comes into your heart, more of your guilty conscience when you realized what you had, was what you lost in the midst of everything and it was just the most important thing that you really needed, to complete yourself, yet it's missing. You start to feel sorry for neglecting it, promising to take care of it if it's given to you a second chance. As for the last triplet, &lt;strong&gt;Cherish&lt;/strong&gt; comes in the form of second chances. If you're given a second chance at life, at starting a new you, a ending marks the start of a beginning, do appreciate the chance that you have been given, the second opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everybody gets what i mean, if you even read this at all. &lt;br /&gt;it does not mean that retaining back in 3E, going to 4NA or promoting to 4E means that you're all good. We still have a long way to go. Our foundation is still weak - we need to put in more effort. Our standard, can easily give to one of the top school's students and they will score sky high and call our standard "chicken feet" and look down on us. Prove it to them, and yourself, that you can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not going to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eivriel - I kinda felt disappointed when i understood from your blog posts that you're not expecting to go up. Remember your promise to me, and do well k. (: Seriously, it's going to be weird for me, suddenly less of somebody to tease me suntan and all that, somebody who continually fights me for my best friend, comparing who talks to her more and all the details. I'll definitely miss you, your cartoons which are really drawn pretty well, the jokes you crack when we talk online, your efforts to cheer people up when you are really very down. Baka! Make me cry. Do well next year, don't disappoint the expectations we have of you (: I'm not evil, i'm human, muhahahaha xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson - I was shocked initally when you came to my class, cause we didn't talk much in primary school, kinda like ignore each other existance, diff class ma and you liked to slack so much. Honestly, i always thought you're the bo chap type. But after sometime when really chat with you online, its like you're a different person, got life, got everything else. Hahas, remember your promise, you can definitely do it if you work hard, we'll be there waiting for your results next year. Stop thinking of becoming god. If you want to be god, first settle your studies k? And, stop provoking me, i can turn violent one, if you keep insisting that you purposely give chance for the sec2 cohort this year next year, you have already done one year, well ahead of them so you should generally do better. I await your results next year ^^, jiayou! I have to admit, i was kinda shocked when ms quah say you retain, cause we came to this school from the same primary school and i kinda expected you to go up with us, but its okay, so long you jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihao - We never really talked in secondary one, cause that time everybody was estranged from each other. But as time goes by, 3 years of being in the same class, the feeling of being classmates with you isn't too bad, when you purposely try to crack jokes, to cheer people up. And i also remember, during the F&amp;N cooking trial thingy, i couldn't open the can, and you helped me, thanks lots. You're definitely going to be one of those people who i am going to miss next year. I'm glad that you thought about it, to do well for sec3. Goodluck, and i hope you will be able to promote next year. Jiayou, you can definitely make it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era - I'm always seated behind you for the last three years. Hahas, or maybe two and a half year, so long alr. I'm really going not be very used to not having you seated infront of me for exams next year, probably i would be moved a few seats infront, dawr, very stress sia! Being classmates with you have really made me Buck up on your studies - we can all see your efforts in trying to pull up your grades in this eoy.(: Continue working hard and prove yourself(:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph - The most creative guy that i have ever seen. I still can remember your HE design last year, it was damn creative lah. And the cockroach joke, was definitely not funny! It was scary ._.". Although we don't talk much, i'm not even sure whether you regard me as a classmate or a intruder, i really liked you as a classmate. I'll miss you, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhui&amp;Jinhui - I don't really know you guys well, but i can sense that you have already tried your best efforts. It was definitely crazy having both of you in my class. Your enthusiasm kinda sparked up this class. Continue working hard k, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda - I kinda regret starting off with you at bad terms. After the three years, i realized that you are not really what you seem. On the outside, you may seem very cold and everything else, unlike a human being, inside you're the most vulnerable. I hope you will continue working hard, top in english girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much more that i wanted to say to so much more people, but thats how much i can think of at the current moment.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, stm problem working full time. hahas(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined, tmr no waterworks, no tears, make it a happy affair, i don't want to spoil everybody's mood by crying halfway through, cause i seriously can't stand the thought of having people who have been classmates for three years gone just like that, i really wouldn't get used to it at all. I'll definitely miss you guys okay, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon, you failed once, but you're given a second chance. Look at the bright side of it, it means you have a second try to make things right for yourself, don't disappoint yourself and others, do your best next year, if you need any help, you can definitely find me! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, quite lengthy post actually(:&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2424508019928205707?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2424508019928205707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2424508019928205707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2424508019928205707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2424508019928205707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-day-that-we-all-received-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2117988140852500389</id><published>2008-10-17T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:12:50.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facing reality.</title><content type='html'>i'm going to start titling my posts, whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;it makes it easier for me to look through.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself browsing through my memories when i blogged the year before.&lt;br /&gt;so fast.&lt;br /&gt;its like zooom, its going to be the end of year.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll find myself crying and tearing over people.&lt;br /&gt;i wished there was more time to socialise.&lt;br /&gt;this year, was just so short.&lt;br /&gt;and its just about to get shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets' talk about me first.&lt;br /&gt;end of year examinations, total screwed up badly job.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i had a close shave with maths.&lt;br /&gt;so close, yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly started banging my head against the wall, &lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed when i saw the circled mark on my eoy paper two.&lt;br /&gt;i could have cried then.&lt;br /&gt;it was like, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;dream crushed.&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;br /&gt;you're a goner.&lt;br /&gt;that was the thoughts i was facing.&lt;br /&gt;as on impulse, i started to hit my head with the paper,&lt;br /&gt;scolding myself for making mistakes, careless work, careless miscalculations.&lt;br /&gt;and the most guilty part is that i just barely passed with a point of 0.1!&lt;br /&gt;just because of my teacher's pity mark, &lt;br /&gt;when in the o's they don't give you the mark for inaccurate answer.&lt;br /&gt;can go die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch: both papers were fine, thankgawd, not so much a damage as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english: i was so freakingly surprised when i saw the first mark, the one that was cancelled,  i had failed according to o level standard! =/ crap, i'm definitely going to buck up on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked chocolate chip muffins yesterday at shi li's house.&lt;br /&gt;her parents were great, her sister was helpful and cute hahas!&lt;br /&gt;had a great time, thanks to shi li, shi yun, elaine and shengyi who helped out.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't get to finish so much if you guys didn't chip in help as well.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;baking was just a innocent intention to cheer people up.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if it was overally sweet,&lt;br /&gt;cause its' a first attempt and all, &lt;br /&gt;and the first bloody time i had to calculate 1/3 cup and 2/3 so hard.&lt;br /&gt;just that i feel that i wasted alot of $$ on it.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i enjoyed baking.&lt;br /&gt;next time want bake, i think i going to share cost,&lt;br /&gt;D: don't want spend so much and waste $,&lt;br /&gt;if people don't appreciate or don't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played audi with shiyun, shengyi and elaine and shili.&lt;br /&gt;wooo! the only person i won was elaine.&lt;br /&gt;okay, my audi skills need patching, but not going to do any patching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving to the teachers was nice :D&lt;br /&gt;they all encouraged me to continue striving hard for academics.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try my best, i promise you.&lt;br /&gt;and not do any more mistakes that i have already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tomorrow, i'm going to go about setting intensive revision for myself.&lt;br /&gt;one day for the better subjects, and more than 3 days if necessary for those subjects that im weak at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried for combined sciences and f&amp;n. &lt;br /&gt;combined sciences got half the class failed and f&amp;n, &lt;br /&gt;mr low said i was weak in f&amp;n. Did my coursework pull me down? idk ):&lt;br /&gt;jason is so totally going to give me a lecture for my paper two, &lt;br /&gt;a badly screwed up attempt.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weexin and irene said i put too much stress on work and asked me to relax.&lt;br /&gt;and my sweet sun nu weexin tell me that im at risk of getting anxiety attack o:&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna!&lt;br /&gt;but somehow when i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;comparing my results with my other friends from the other schools.&lt;br /&gt;its a totally different realm.&lt;br /&gt;like, zoom, i'm TOP from the BOTTOM feeling you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stop crap.&lt;br /&gt;this is my message for those people who are scared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i know i'm not that good of a cousellor or a joker, or somebody who know how to motivate and encourage. All i can say that is, i seriously donno what to say to you guys, how to motivate and encourage you guys w/h being seemed as a snob, or a egoist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For academics, there's still a second life, it's not like, if you screwed up your eoy (like me) you're a goner, or you kept passing all the components required, except for eoy, you're lost case. Nope, just compare the percentage. Like, eoy is 45%, and if you passed mid year already, be confident that you will pass, so long that you get at least 50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch wood, but i'm seriously going to miss you guys alot if you go. True, i haven't been so much of a social person in class, more like the emo kiddo next door. But i can sense some people's efforts, and hardwork, working very very very hard to achieve their goals, but there's just something that they forgot to improve, so the overall efforts cannot be seen clearly.If you have already tried your best, don't be scared, don't worry and just go for it. Your fate is not sealed yet. There's still chance in the 21st oct, so don't give yourself jail/prison so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you didn't do well this year and slacked, there's still a chance, no matter whether you retain in sec3 express, or go NA or go up to the next level. You can start intensive revision, depending on your type. As in, the way you study, group or individual. Everybody deserves a second chance to do better. Don't criticize others based on their mistakes, reflect upon yours too. Everybody are equal, you can't be so mean as to laugh at others who got lower marks but just accept them for who they are. This would make their life so much easier. Remember, motivation and encouragement is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some people, they said that 19 people from 3A cannot move up D: It's okay, just remember, there's still time. Stop whatever you're doing and start studying instead. Although it's a bit of self-denial at the beginning, at the long run, it would help you lots. And if you need help with anything, and you think i can help you, find me. Leave me a message, or call me. I'll help, if i can :D That's what classmates/friends are for! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. seemed like i like crapping.&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2117988140852500389?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2117988140852500389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2117988140852500389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2117988140852500389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2117988140852500389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/facing-reality.html' title='facing reality.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-2154434364045088559</id><published>2008-10-17T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;love quotes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[/copied from vincent didi ^^]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, it hurts to breathe because every&lt;br /&gt;breath I take proves I can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the greatest pain that comes from love is&lt;br /&gt;loving someone you can never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget someone you love is like&lt;br /&gt;trying to remember someone you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;but, life with love will have thorns, but life&lt;br /&gt;without love will have no roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a couple seconds to say Hello,&lt;br /&gt;but forever to say Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's&lt;br /&gt;better to leave them broken than try to&lt;br /&gt;hurt yourself putting it back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when everything's gonna&lt;br /&gt;end, just like that. But, love is inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;and you can only hope it's just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a friendship on fire.&lt;br /&gt;It burns on, for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;But it can be blown out easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is giving someone the permission to break&lt;br /&gt;your heart, but trusting them not to, but nothing&lt;br /&gt;hurts more than realizing she meant everything&lt;br /&gt;to you, and you meant nothing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, your hurt me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;But by every action you do to me,&lt;br /&gt;whether it hurts or not, will be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;by my deepest part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope, by the time i mature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've learnt that you cannot make someone love you.&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is stalk them, and hope they panic and give in.&lt;br /&gt;(case study from ISWAK &amp;amp; ISWAK2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that no matter how much i care,&lt;br /&gt;some people are just assholes. &lt;br /&gt;(experienced this, and don't ever wanna experience it again, its like hitting your head against a wall where you know you're the only one that gets hurt, and the wall doesn't even have a sense of guilty conscience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that it takes years to build up trust,&lt;br /&gt;and it only takes suspicion, not proof to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;(another cold and dreadful experience, followed by hurt and sorrow, crying for days and nights until eyes got swollen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt you can get by on charm for fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After that you better have a big willy or huge boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you shouldn't compare yourself to&lt;br /&gt;others - they are more screwed up than you think.&lt;br /&gt;(generally thats the truth - grasses seem greener on the other side, but trust me, they are not, and this forms a big paradox of life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you do not need to be horny,&lt;br /&gt;as many others are already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you do not need to find a gay partner,&lt;br /&gt;as a gay will eventually come up to you, and ask for&lt;br /&gt;sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that you can keep vomiting, long after&lt;br /&gt;you think you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that we are responsible for what we do,&lt;br /&gt;unless we are celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that regardless of how hot or steamy&lt;br /&gt;a relationship is at first, as passion fades, and&lt;br /&gt;there had better be ALOT of money to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that 99% of the time when something isn't working&lt;br /&gt;in your house, one of your kids did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that the people you care the most about in life&lt;br /&gt;are taken from you too soon and all the irritating ones&lt;br /&gt;just dont go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, tough shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-2154434364045088559?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/2154434364045088559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=2154434364045088559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2154434364045088559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/2154434364045088559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/relationships_17.html' title='relationships.'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378752.post-7845815542321352287</id><published>2008-10-15T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:25:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>i can't help but admit,&lt;br /&gt;im getting more scared.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;arounddd 12 more hours to go&lt;br /&gt;i don't want go school.&lt;br /&gt;can take mc pon anot..&lt;br /&gt;i pon until no more results.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;looking for ways to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galileo, im hooked :]&lt;br /&gt;lemme watch you and utusumi san forever can.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! addicted on jap-drama.&lt;br /&gt;crap you irene, say anime better D:&lt;br /&gt;nuuuuuu, the real life one sometimes is better than the anime one.&lt;br /&gt;more realistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the past two days of holidays slacking.&lt;br /&gt;i know im a no-lifer&lt;br /&gt;no choice, alot of people keep commenting on that.&lt;br /&gt;one, i don't really like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;two, i prefer stay at home than go out, cause waste alot of time going to and fro places.&lt;br /&gt;three, my santuary is the library, where the last visit was 3hr long.&lt;br /&gt;fourth, I FORGOT TO GO TO THE LIBRARY TODAY! dang!&lt;br /&gt;five, i keep forgetting stuff, dawr ):&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIS, I DONT WANT RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;CAN I JUST DIG A HOLE, LIVE IN IT UNTIL THE YEAR IS OVER?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperate,&lt;br /&gt;not for boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;not for girlfriend either,&lt;br /&gt;fyi, girl here,&lt;br /&gt;i'm desperate not to have my results back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wall of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;sadness percentage: 101%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378752-7845815542321352287?l=reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/feeds/7845815542321352287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378752&amp;postID=7845815542321352287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7845815542321352287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378752/posts/default/7845815542321352287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflective-melancholy.blogspot.com/2008/10/post_15.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Vintage Toys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468409337947398598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
