<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601</id><updated>2012-02-24T08:53:47.074-08:00</updated><category term='x'/><category term='wf'/><category term='hols ~~'/><title type='text'>JuZ aNOtHa tEeN gEr</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>741</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8176102535329254249</id><published>2012-02-24T08:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T08:53:47.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring awakening</title><content type='html'>http://pangdemonium.com/production/spring-awakening&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I rarely publicize so when I do clearly its some unbelievably AWESOMEEE SHIT&lt;br /&gt;So just went to watch Spring Awakening by Pangdemonium.&lt;br /&gt;Details are at http://pangdemonium.com/production/spring-awakening&lt;br /&gt;Its seriously .. the cast was undeniably committed. I know nuts bout acting but it was&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo convincing. I sincerely believe that the actors were passionate about their craft&lt;br /&gt;and eager to show it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, its an adaptation although there some tinny tiny parts that I may have tweakk [cheeiwah, who am I . haha] I'd still say that the play was well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;To the point that attention was well spread out amongst the characters and there was sufficient development for them. to me, it felt like the director knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it like the funeral scene. the synchronization amongst the actors were also GODLY. REALLY, you dont often get such awesome standard for a local production. ohkay, maybe you do. Cuz i'd think that the theater scene in SG is somewhat of a struggle cuz some bloody muggles are oblivious to beauty. Like I have absolute faith in SG stage actors but like the theme of SPRING AWAKENING  was sooooo yummy, omg. seriously. I can keep gushing forever.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the crux of the play was the subject matter and as I have always like certain things, it was scandalous and controversial enough to turn me on. hahah. yes.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not explicitly saying WHY its so awesome but its only because my internet is laggy #.# and cuz my family switched on the tv so i lost my mood. lol. but STILL OMG&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO WATCH IT AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNN SO THAT I CAN MMMMMMMMMMMMMILLLK ALL THE DETAILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: love for the arts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8176102535329254249?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8176102535329254249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8176102535329254249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8176102535329254249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8176102535329254249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2012/02/spring-awakening.html' title='spring awakening'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3253980599708481898</id><published>2012-02-21T18:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T18:56:44.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life is not a canvas you can paint on</title><content type='html'>hmm, well, I'm not much of a pessimist. but, ohkay I disagree that&lt;br /&gt;life is not a canvas you can paint on but lyk right now it feels more&lt;br /&gt;lyk one of those national day billboard things in school where the&lt;br /&gt;in a bid to build solidarity the councilors ask you to stick post-its&lt;br /&gt;on a humungous board.&lt;br /&gt;Its a touch&amp;amp;go [lyk the msian gantry, hahah,ohkay ,just saying] thing&lt;br /&gt;but ppl nonetheless leave an imprint on you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maybe I'm hypersensitive or wtv, but ..&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling constantly lyk a pin ball.&lt;br /&gt;Before every next step I could stay in my comfort zone, and then&lt;br /&gt;someone[i.e. sg edu] yanks the control and I'm forced to zoom out&lt;br /&gt;and bounce back and forth and hope I don sink into the depths of hell&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just looking for the childlike friendship,&lt;br /&gt;back when no questions were ask and it was just matter of whether we liked the&lt;br /&gt;same colour or candy&lt;br /&gt;and that determined if we could be friends .&lt;br /&gt;I know I lead a very fortunate life but sometimes I cant help but feel I have so&lt;br /&gt;little [partly because I'm becoming undeniably materialistic] that I am inherently&lt;br /&gt;starved and crave for friendship. Like back when we didn't care and played in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; like how thousands of girls can't find their prince charming,&lt;br /&gt;I cant find my 7 dwarfs. ): [that being said, I dont literally mean 7 little men -.- wld be creepy as hell]&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its more of a phase more than anything because&lt;br /&gt;like the raspberry brownie c gave me made me feeeeeel so uber loved. hahah, yep it was&lt;br /&gt;given on Valentine's and was in the shape of a heart.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess constantly bouncing around isnt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;At least I meet new people all the time, and even if I can never go back to my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;independence always made me stronger(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Although, I would admit that I have the somewhat compulsive need to cling to the good times or search for opportunities. Like a magpie searching for gold. [except that I cant fly.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3253980599708481898?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3253980599708481898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3253980599708481898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3253980599708481898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3253980599708481898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-life-is-not-canvas-you-can-paint.html' title='when life is not a canvas you can paint on'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5924502431482405107</id><published>2012-01-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:23:58.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wefoundloveinahopelessplace</title><content type='html'>certainly have always felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;it was something underestimated, struck off&lt;br /&gt;at moments we were lost&lt;br /&gt;direction had no meaning&lt;br /&gt;but we held hands&lt;br /&gt;and walked on bravely.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;having a sudden bout of sadness&lt;br /&gt;i'm only vaguely aware of the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5924502431482405107?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5924502431482405107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5924502431482405107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5924502431482405107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5924502431482405107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2012/01/wefoundloveinahopelessplace.html' title='wefoundloveinahopelessplace'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1076223709315844941</id><published>2011-12-23T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:47:40.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve</title><content type='html'>ohkay, so got our results and christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;before we know it, its a new year.&lt;br /&gt;a promise of a new beginning. Seeds of hope planted in everyone's hearts&lt;br /&gt;its true that i did average and am not bummed out about it&lt;br /&gt;but its.. made me a wary mind.&lt;br /&gt;was planning my mods earlier. and well, it may not fulfill you entirely&lt;br /&gt;but good grades do make things a lot easier&lt;br /&gt;so with gritted teeth, i surge on to 2012.&lt;br /&gt;with dance and everything in between although my grades have slipped&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say i've lost track of things. cuz, afterall, the test never stops and really&lt;br /&gt;no one cares if you get awesome grades when you're 50.&lt;br /&gt;sure it makes life easier but thr're other goals to reach out to.&lt;br /&gt;Be it your own interpretation of God, your talents, your family.&lt;br /&gt;So, as always, life is a balancing act (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDreamer&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1076223709315844941?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1076223709315844941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1076223709315844941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1076223709315844941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1076223709315844941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='christmas eve'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6576697960319608522</id><published>2011-11-30T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:56:28.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so im lyk super hungry right nw. My tummy's makin small growlin sounds only i cn hear..(i think). &lt;br /&gt;Goin to club tonight. YAYYYYYYYY:D perfect timin too(: managed to go hme after the paper ytd n spend time with mum&lt;br /&gt; Altho she had to work, well at least we got to talk n stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Itsnth official but its nice(: me mums got approval frm tkk's mum. Hahha&lt;br /&gt;well nt lyk she asked but. Kay lets begin frm the start(:&lt;br /&gt;Tkk's mum was gettin senile so they brought her over to sg&lt;br /&gt;to see the doc&lt;br /&gt;and his fam's big. Lyk 5. . Or 6 sibling big. So yea fam drama&lt;br /&gt;and hia mum was gettin worse(im.sorry but the sg accent inredeemable-i dnt mind singlish, i meant the other variety) &lt;br /&gt;so aywy, yea and my mum being superwoman of cuz took part in takin care&lt;br /&gt;and for those days she was dazed. I meant the grandma(&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly after the doc's visit and she popped the med her mind was clear as the crystal blue sky&lt;br /&gt;She told me mums and tkk to get engaged. Huahuahuas. &lt;br /&gt;So yea its always nice to get approvals(:&lt;br /&gt;n it just made me feel blessed(: lyk life's good. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Yea a reason why this blog is anonymous is cuz i share my life(: &lt;br /&gt;and ive tot of closin cuz idk what backlashes will cme. Esp.since im gonna be a tcher.&lt;br /&gt;But aywy for nw(: its my nook for happy moments and cranny for sad moments(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps b just got aacceptance to aussie med. OMG EXCITED TTMAAAAAAXXXXX. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;yea im super happy for her. At the same time.its bittersweet. Cuz i was a coward. I didnt dare to take the leap.&lt;br /&gt;But ahwell(: life's still goood (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6576697960319608522?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6576697960319608522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6576697960319608522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6576697960319608522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6576697960319608522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-so-im-lyk-super-hungry-right-nw.html' title=''/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-894393901247617351</id><published>2011-11-27T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:08:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vignettes from the train</title><content type='html'>took the train to hall ytd&lt;div&gt;reluctantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, one more paper left and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: large; "&gt;i wɪl kɑŋkər EL1101E !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;its nt that tough, just complex. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;aiyah,not goin to rant bout that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;anyways yep(: so i took the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and i sauntered in kay, not like some aunty runnn in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;opposite me was this dad with his kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;he had thick straight brows, the sort if he didnt smile he'd look a mean financial consultant out to cheat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but as he played with his kids, there was a softness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;he looked young, no white hair, skinny, but well-built &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;He had a chubby soon in the stroller, round as an orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;His daughter sat next to him, looking out of the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the baby alternated between crying and laughing and the dad made baby noises and stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;[of cuz i tot of q, whether he'd as good with kids if we were to marry]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And that tenderness was evidently something i felt from a similar figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;nonetheless, i dont feel short-changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;what moved me, was the indian next to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i dont want to stereotype but i would assume he was a construction worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;at first there was another beside him, looking in the opposite direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i thought they were friends, but then he alighted before the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The indian man, well, he was a little chubby, buck tooth , wearing a red stripe polo shirt and brown what looked like leather shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And he looked at the chubby baby with what seemed like longing. Half amused, half jealous. He just kept looking and everytime the baby laughed, he smiled. An awkward sideways smile. His bucktooth always protruding. The other guy next to him remained oblivious till he alighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When the babies and dad left, the Indian had the slightest frown, and his mouth drooped a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As the train rumbled and trudged on, he covered his eyes with his face and cleaned his eyes as if wiping away tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There may have been, I wasnt wearing my specs, so couldnt really see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But i thought i saw anguish, a quiet yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So i started thinking.. maybe he was craving for love, after all, he did stick out. or maybe he missed what he had left behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Either ways, the juxtaposition was stark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;some people call it inequality, a race line, migration, coincidence, common emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;whatever it was the train felt like a space, a container of emotions, relationships, stories. But its sterile environment reflects society's coldness, an empty container where traces are wiped clean and nobody bothers. People judge or isolate themselves. It is a place that offers proximity but rarely reciprocity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;WCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;SAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ps: LAST PAPER ! JIAYOU SAM ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-894393901247617351?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/894393901247617351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=894393901247617351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/894393901247617351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/894393901247617351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/vignettes-from-train.html' title='vignettes from the train'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4331982711874236995</id><published>2011-11-23T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:47:03.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j&amp;d</title><content type='html'>i still find the new djs. lame ttm, [who am i to say, right? ...still !]&lt;br /&gt;wish shan and rozz were still doin the night show:/&lt;br /&gt;aywy, had southeast asian today.&lt;br /&gt;well, it wasnt like murder but i definitely cld have prepared better?&lt;br /&gt;[just lyk hw i sld be memorizing nm now but am instead. here. heh illegal break]&lt;br /&gt;hahah, if my neighbour can hear all my sneezes hope it annoys the SHIT out of him.&lt;br /&gt;[unfortunately i live under a very noisy gnome who will from time to time laugh manically to himself, get his friends to join, and drag the chair around. basket. ]&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, i am very cranky and petty and short tempered [&lt;strike&gt;ishalltrytochange&lt;/strike&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesyes i have many monologues with myself, which are impossible and slightly pathetic to post on fb.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, OH YAH i flattened a lizard in my room today.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take pics but wasnt in the state of mind to.&lt;br /&gt;so i just stick to the oral tradition (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes i am mighty proud of myself for being SO BRAVE.&lt;br /&gt;BRAVE KAY, CONSIDERING THAT Q WASN'T HERE AND I COULDN'T WHINE TO HIM&lt;br /&gt;(: &amp;lt; smug face&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;shit lah, think im getting flu again. UUURRRRGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yes my name is sam and i rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4331982711874236995?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4331982711874236995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4331982711874236995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4331982711874236995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4331982711874236995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/j.html' title='j&amp;d'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8579212282327247688</id><published>2011-11-22T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:14:06.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesyes im bck</title><content type='html'>was just looking thru the tag board&lt;br /&gt;and im always intrigued. well. hahah&lt;br /&gt;it WOULD be nice if an actual person was reading my blog&lt;br /&gt;so sometimes i'll check out the links 'ppl' leave&lt;br /&gt;and i get utter rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;which still, amuses me. heh&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;so well, if you're legit. well, if you are, i doubt you'd actually leave a tag come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;but ANYHOOS. do, ya(: [yes, to feed my tiny self-esteem and well, also because i really appreciating if anyone takes the time to read [altho i did say i like my privacy here- again, im  a teenage girl, contradictions are my prerogative. heh] (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ohkayohkay! im goin !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8579212282327247688?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8579212282327247688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8579212282327247688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8579212282327247688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8579212282327247688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesyes-im-bck.html' title='yesyes im bck'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6864435307261538948</id><published>2011-11-22T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:05:14.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kcuf</title><content type='html'>i havent said fuck in ages.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i love that irony.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yea wells. im soooo screwwwwed -.-&lt;br /&gt;i FEEEL screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wouldnt been&lt;br /&gt;actually i think ive been complacent because im afraid of having to&lt;br /&gt;dump all the bloody info into my used-to-be-saturated-but-is-in-fact-,now-empty brain&lt;br /&gt;because over the ten month holiday i have become&lt;br /&gt;a lazy bum&lt;br /&gt;its actually not fair, because at least when you are COERCED into goin for ns&lt;br /&gt;that reluctance conveniently masks your actual happiness at having to defer using your intelligence for the next 24months&lt;br /&gt;yea, and unluckily for the girls we're in a weird sort of limbo.&lt;br /&gt;then again, it could prolly just be being a teenager [YES IM 19 AND IM STILL A HOT BLOODED YOUTH] and having the natural allergy of studying. [CHINAPOREAN, OR NOT]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa's actually from china, i think ah ma too. she was adopted.&lt;br /&gt;mum from m'sia&lt;br /&gt;so sometimes the irony of being ... nationalist [?]  slaps me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;in spite/despite me being born here.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..well.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TO BE HONEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're soooooo many complaints bout this tiong or that ah nei or the pinoy next door&lt;br /&gt;.... would you really want to be surrounded bout singaporeans? SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;ang mohs are no saints [esp not after i have read sea colonialism history thingy. haas.]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, so random rambling.&lt;br /&gt;clearly showwws my burgeoning anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;AN-XIE-TY as in SHIT-IM-SO-SCREWWWED&lt;br /&gt;im seriously in panic mode.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks, yea i know, lousy ttm....i was literally shaking before film art last sat.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact i had no friend/buddy/awkward friend/i-don-really-like-you-but-i-don-have-a-choice type of friend made me feel kinda sad ):&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where i've lost my childlike charm .&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks, maybe i'll regain it next year? i dont know&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;the year's coming to a close, and this year. well. has been good for my darlin q and me(:&lt;br /&gt;but in terms of being self-reflexive.... im laying in a limbo [arms akimboo. ahhahah. -.- shuddup]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;im resting my elbow on my notes.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot the point of this entry. hahahas&lt;br /&gt;ohkay well, i would have posted on fb, except that i think.. well i don really tink its necessary for me to post to the world my AN-XIE-TIES not that anyone really cares. hahah ohkay fine, im suree there ARE ppl who do, but i also know that its not likely that they'll bother to reply on fb. and since what im really seeking is attention and validation i ... rather not make an ass of myself on fb and seem needy and instead blog.(: [thus, why twitter doesnt/wldnt really work for me because i like to be melodramatic and have a bloody long rant, and well, my blog is my haven for some privacy (:]&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ive also been doing some sinful fb stalking. well. not really. i just pay extra attention to certain fb newfeed postings in spite of myself, which I KNOW IS HORRIBLE . i dont know what im doing, i feel silly like a school girl. which coincidentally... well im in college [WOOHOO !] but still.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;im really not the relationship expert i pretend to be sometimes (: HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yesyes, very shameless. [SHUDDAP] * back to SEA*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6864435307261538948?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6864435307261538948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6864435307261538948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6864435307261538948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6864435307261538948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/kcuf.html' title='kcuf'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3550480491342041601</id><published>2011-11-21T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:24:42.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely</title><content type='html'>q's flyin off to brunei in bout 3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;he prolly checked in alr&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss him much &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyk i look to him for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;If i were a tooth with cavity, he's my filler (:&lt;br /&gt;hahah, gross but still the metaphor stands&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;what the shit, new madonna song -.-&lt;br /&gt;its as bad as the new girls generation one.&lt;br /&gt;YUUUUCK.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;so aywy yea, spendin a monday night in hall. w/o kelly or bernice&lt;br /&gt;so feeeelin bit lonely. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;'m thinking of goin utown tmr to mug.&lt;br /&gt;in spite of my love hate r/n with that darn place.&lt;br /&gt;its soooo sereneee and greeeeen and just niceeeee~&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin of hoppin over in the morn and spending the day thr&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;just killed my fourth rain fly&lt;br /&gt;irritattingggggg !&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;so aywy, im actually feeling a sudden bout of emo-ness&lt;br /&gt;but i havent got any muse to write.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did in the morn, but i was rollin around the bed&lt;br /&gt;shifting in and out of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;so no hopes of rememberin ,heh&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;living in a limbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seduced by sight and sounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if only i had my music and my muse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: perhaps i may never kick the childish habit of referring myself as wcd (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3550480491342041601?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3550480491342041601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3550480491342041601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3550480491342041601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3550480491342041601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/lonely.html' title='lonely'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8630620537601163383</id><published>2011-11-20T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:21:26.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>,, i think i just realize that the sem is OVERRRRR:DDD&lt;br /&gt;well, finals first, then there wont be work anymore. BUT STILL&lt;br /&gt;WHOO !&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, yea, true, im celebrating way to early.&lt;br /&gt;was home over the weekend, as usual im either asleep or watchin tv or eating at hme&lt;br /&gt;nvr doin work.&lt;br /&gt;home is for the heart to rest. [yep, just made that up]&lt;br /&gt;reached hall bout an hr ago.. or less. nt studyin yet. either. heh. alaaaa&lt;br /&gt;i'll stay up and study kay . i promise [talkin to my conscience]&lt;br /&gt;was on the bus, and met candy, i totally forgot her name till the convo was over. heh&lt;br /&gt;but shes such a nice person, idk why i used judged her :/ well.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;[totally forgot bout this and went to nap. hehh]&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;aywy, so was watchin the telly and ny ink came up.&lt;br /&gt;and seriously , im super intrigued by tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;have couple of friends who have em, but its like.. hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;feeeeeeel like getting one.. asked q bout it, he doesnt really seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;but when he told me he wanted one too, i was lyk 'NOOOOOOOO'&lt;br /&gt;heh, unfair, yea i know. but. hmm well.&lt;br /&gt;shall seeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;i almost feel peer pressure to learn to drive and get braces. hahah&lt;br /&gt;i dont really mind my teeth&lt;br /&gt;but i honestly wonder what ppl think when they see my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;does it really matter that its croooked ?&lt;br /&gt;mm~&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;waiting for godot&lt;br /&gt;this play im doin for lit..&lt;br /&gt;as always, lit fills me immense trepidation&lt;br /&gt;like.. IMMMENSEEEE IMMENSE&lt;br /&gt;like HUGGGGGGEEE. like. URRRRGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;likewise, i have a love-hate relationship with lit.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: have i grown at all this year? not rhetorical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8630620537601163383?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8630620537601163383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8630620537601163383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8630620537601163383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8630620537601163383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/11/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-700469412893067290</id><published>2011-09-22T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:27:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidaysagain</title><content type='html'>its 2.22am now&lt;br /&gt;the time on the blog's been warp since ever, lol,&lt;br /&gt;nvr bothered to fix it&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos ~&lt;br /&gt;been muggin with bao in hall&lt;br /&gt;went butter fac ytd, it was SOOO cramp&lt;br /&gt;but still(: feels like growing up&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but feel like im letting uni life overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;and im not living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;i keep procrastinating and am in denial of the need to study&lt;br /&gt;havent really got the motivation either&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;was looking at syl's photos and nut's goin paris&lt;br /&gt;am so lookin forward to japan (:&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll be life changing, just in itself it kind of is i suppose&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;i feel so trapped in sg, like ive been apprehended by fate.&lt;br /&gt;no way out.&lt;br /&gt;i thought coming to uni, it'd be a way out&lt;br /&gt;but all it feels like is entrapment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-700469412893067290?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/700469412893067290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=700469412893067290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/700469412893067290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/700469412893067290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/09/holidaysagain.html' title='holidaysagain'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3145402886844325870</id><published>2011-09-12T09:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:44:28.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous</title><content type='html'>my body is not functioning again.&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel as if i just sunk back to the bottom of a well.&lt;br /&gt;i need to fight whatever's going on and climb back up again.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;today was monday, which means ... independent day !&lt;br /&gt;As the weeks pass, i feel a small, albeit growing sense of empowerment&lt;br /&gt;in being self sufficient&lt;br /&gt;but,well, me being me, i missed q and my family.&lt;br /&gt;called mum, and q called me and those were the small moments of happiness today (:&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;thrs lit test tmr,&lt;br /&gt;i wldnt say ive studied the hardest i can&lt;br /&gt;but i kind of think.. if i over prep, well, i tot bout how abung and q&lt;br /&gt;used to just 'wing it' and they got thru, sometimes better than me&lt;br /&gt;so, well, goin to try to 'wing it' . lol&lt;br /&gt;although to be perfectly honest, i did kind of do gradual preparation so , .. well. yea. heh&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;ohkay so i deleted my photo and bio on the blog cuz i felt like being anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;well, nt completely, cuz my links are still thr&lt;br /&gt;was thinkin of deleting em, shall see hw .&lt;br /&gt;well, basically im feelin pretty bummed out cuz of how my body dint win the fight&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just round1 (:&lt;br /&gt;i will win the final battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: lost my bloody transponder, was soooo pissed off, lucky q was thr to rub my back and&lt;br /&gt;comfort me, or it'd have been so much worst. lol . i love him so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;hes my comfort,security,one-of-a-kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3145402886844325870?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3145402886844325870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3145402886844325870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3145402886844325870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3145402886844325870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/09/anonymous.html' title='anonymous'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5040860827107706981</id><published>2011-09-12T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:36:50.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old blog description of myself</title><content type='html'>me as a person. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;i am moody/angsty/short-tempered/whiny/have bad handwriting [or so everyone claims]/loves readin/loves literature[chain-effect]/plays touchRUG/semi-hates facials/don't understand why some ppl behave the way the do/&lt;br /&gt;used to have boyfriend [lost him, but still misses him]/growing up/not all that shy/just awkward with new people/loves to laugh/would kill for more clothes/feels for the world/a listener/likes new things- new places, new&lt;br /&gt;clothes, new people, new experience/loves the word 'love'/has short hair and a tail/got spunk/am quite the perfectionist/153cm/used to be called 'ah-fat'/have weird body proportions/ have the most wonderful friends/&lt;br /&gt;love-hate my family/thinks coach's is secretly half a woman inside cuz of his pms-ing syndrome/needs braces -really cuz my teeth's outofplace/ planning to go into teaching or maybe radio or maybe events planning/&lt;br /&gt;loves kids - still wanna have 4/wish i had a more obvious secret talent, so that i could use it/would raaaave in attn. wakakkas, im not denying/would love to live by the beach someday/wish i was taller/ loves plants&lt;br /&gt;and animals - birds are my new friends:D/think its ridiculous how people can be soooo defeated when you haven't even try/HATES INSECTS/ cant spell/keeps friends/would paint my room if i could/ needs to find her self-motivation&lt;br /&gt;back/hasn't regretted till 28jan/likes to leave subtle hints/easy-going/hmm, can be quite cliched sometimes/cld live life more/wants to have bythebeach wedding- so everyone doesnt have to wear sole-killin shoes(:/ thinks too&lt;br /&gt;much inside of her head/writes poems -not for quite a time tho/can be quite cowardly sometimes/ loveeeees movies/still has those ooold rectangular tape things/sentimental -hoards lotsa stuff,heh/doesn't get k-pop/think fair&lt;br /&gt;guys are just gay/can be wrongly dismissive/klutz/hopeful/watches too much tv/curious/just me c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5040860827107706981?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5040860827107706981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5040860827107706981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5040860827107706981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5040860827107706981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-blog-description-of-myself.html' title='old blog description of myself'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6034920402967200573</id><published>2011-09-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:38:55.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burgeoning void</title><content type='html'>Donno whats up with me this week..&lt;br /&gt;Bought coloured lens. Tot of tryin sth new.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside i was seekin affirmation&lt;br /&gt;idk whats up with my utter lack of self comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its annoyin..&lt;br /&gt;Am supewr restless right nw.&lt;br /&gt;Cant slp&lt;br /&gt;cant mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rm super stuffy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q at field camp.again. Miss him to bits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6034920402967200573?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6034920402967200573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6034920402967200573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6034920402967200573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6034920402967200573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/09/burgeoning-void.html' title='burgeoning void'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6046473232047819105</id><published>2011-08-25T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:19:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muggin</title><content type='html'>i realize that i have not much motivation to study&lt;br /&gt;i think its cuz i havent taken a test so ive somewhat forgotten what its like to fail&lt;br /&gt;and thus... yea&lt;br /&gt;which is SUPERBAAAD. i need to dive deep down and retrieve my inner geek&lt;br /&gt;like my sec1 self ! everyday mug and do hw ! guai ttm :D and it paid off.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.tskk.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;missmymummy&lt;br /&gt;missmyq&lt;br /&gt;sigh*&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i feel somewhat inferior academically&lt;br /&gt;like thr is a wealth of knowledge in this physical environment im in , but ive got&lt;br /&gt;nth to offer back in return.&lt;br /&gt;and im such a typical singaporean student, i knw i diss ppl and stuff,guess what&lt;br /&gt;imma hypocrite .&lt;br /&gt;HEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;============&lt;br /&gt;OHYAAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;went for eusoff dance auditions just nw&lt;br /&gt;totally messed up the hip hop part. so sad ): booo&lt;br /&gt;but ahwell, i had fun, so no regrets !&lt;br /&gt;it goes to show that im an utter failure when im nt in the right mental state&lt;br /&gt;ahwell (:&lt;br /&gt;what doesnt kill u makes u stronger !&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;i realize i have nice emo posts when im feelin super shitty&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: tummyache:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6046473232047819105?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6046473232047819105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6046473232047819105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6046473232047819105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6046473232047819105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/08/muggin.html' title='muggin'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4347237918920252868</id><published>2011-08-23T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:08:36.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in my dingy room</title><content type='html'>ohkay, so im in my dingy room :D&lt;br /&gt;mmms, well its not as luo puo as i make it to be :DDD&lt;br /&gt;but the fan is like right under the light, so when it spins it like 'cuts' the light&lt;br /&gt;AND IT DRRRRIIIVEEESS MMMMEEE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; CRAAZYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty exciting (:&lt;br /&gt;to the lame me, it was. heh&lt;br /&gt;went for track tryouts with c and contemp dance with f&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt like SUPER DUPER awesome&lt;br /&gt;but it still feels supernice to know that you have friends to go stuffs with (:&lt;br /&gt;and for that i appreciate my new friends very much.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old friends very much, but&lt;br /&gt;i guess there're just phases in life.&lt;br /&gt;and .. i suppose thats kinda why u sld treasure every moment, cuz&lt;br /&gt;every moment of joy or tears, its prolly shared with someone meaningful (:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, that sounded pretty lame and cheesey even to me. haas ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;am thinkin of changing the blog url,&lt;br /&gt;its been angel4 forever&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the reason very vividly.&lt;br /&gt;was so juvenile back then..&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this void&lt;br /&gt;i search for answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this space&lt;br /&gt;though im blind&lt;br /&gt;i hold expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry me forward&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;for a whirlwind in my life&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stuffed -.-&lt;br /&gt;just had dinner, forgot to bring my wallet&lt;br /&gt;so f had to wait thr while i ran to grab. hehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:  the ramblings of a grumpy kid&lt;br /&gt;pps: am i really back to square one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4347237918920252868?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4347237918920252868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4347237918920252868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4347237918920252868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4347237918920252868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-my-dingy-room.html' title='in my dingy room'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-358023132181326026</id><published>2011-08-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:54:18.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk</title><content type='html'>fcuk. just updated my blog, sth wrong, lost the entry.&lt;br /&gt;tskskkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it when this happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-358023132181326026?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/358023132181326026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=358023132181326026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/358023132181326026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/358023132181326026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/08/tsk.html' title='tsk'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-806473514870864444</id><published>2011-08-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:55:09.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OOOH YAYYYY :DDD FOUND IT AFTERALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, so im going through &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both physically and mentally. wakakkas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, physically nt too sure but ive sure been pms-y these few days. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, ive discovered the awesomeness of alcohol [aliteration ! goin to start my lovehate r/n with lit again.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hangover sucks. but oh my god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the right amount flows through ur veins and into ur brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the adrenaline rush, and powerful feelin of being able to do ANYTHINGGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[disclaimer: im a good girl kay, if nt i wldnt be discoverin alcohol at the ripe old age of 19]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i don recommend gettin wasted, pukin is unbelievably gross. G.R.O.S.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[omg, selinagomez playin in the bg... BANG BANG BANG ! this time i winn ~]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, well, i rmb being high and feelin oh-so-powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but thrs the irony isnt it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i feel most powerful, im in fact most vulnerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was thinkin that i'd say yes to almost anything, if i had drank any mre, the word almost wldnt be thr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sam, beware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohkay nxt, ive been a bitch these couple of days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohkay no, in my defence, ive been bitchin~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not thrfore, a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i do not have four legs, [for some reason, the word association to me is a black dog. aww why not a cute terrier. tskk. im a negative person. ] ANYHOOS, yea, wakakas, nah im nt meaaaan. i shall watch my mouth, cuz u nvr knw what words will travel where .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don want to be the person who does inadvertent advertising for a person's bad rep, cuz afterall friends love each other for better and for worse. and i suppose its nt her fault if i myself did nt voice it out, regardless of the childishness of the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hall life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dn think its all bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its certainly givin me a taste of being an adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like its nt all i think it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still evaluating, so, i don think its a big enough deal. shall post when im in my dingy room with the warm light that drives me crazy cuz it fan keeps cutting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;q's been at field camp for about 4 days nw.. i miss him like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im amazed im still with this boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wakakaks, &amp;amp; in spite of what time has done; worn off the veneer of idealistic teenage love, i still love him in everyway possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday i think and breathe and feel grateful at hw i have finally reached what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wld be the temporary final stage of education, the university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAMantha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-806473514870864444?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/806473514870864444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=806473514870864444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/806473514870864444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/806473514870864444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-309735509311412897</id><published>2011-07-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T17:21:15.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost my ic</title><content type='html'>The juxtaposition of what happened the past couple of days awes me&lt;br /&gt;its so happenin in a way i thought being 19 i cld appreciate&lt;br /&gt;but i guess not. &lt;br /&gt;I choose to keep my composure&lt;br /&gt;i choose not to be distressed, nonetheless mum keeps pushin me over the edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for nus registration. Was pretty fun, guess i was in the mood (: &lt;br /&gt;So cld go with the flow and was genuinely happy and all. &lt;br /&gt;Plus it was kind of cute to see bao and dm become friends. Wakakaks&lt;br /&gt;even tho the bondin mostly happened as they shuaned me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was taw's bday. Which altho i wld say had an unpromising start(almost dint go,heh)had &lt;br /&gt;an awesome end.&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk for the first time. Mind, the word is drunk, not wasted. I dint puke or go all crazy. Wakakaks&lt;br /&gt; i dont have a clear picture but im sonewhat aware of what happened and all. &lt;br /&gt;That feeling, momentary bliss.. Its no wonder ppl get intoxicated all the time. Wakakas&lt;br /&gt;it was like i was the happiest being on earth, i cld have be an amoeba for all i cared&lt;br /&gt;altho, i lyked hw i was more at ease, while it made me mre vulnerable ans secure in a wierd way.&lt;br /&gt;I said my insecurties, to my memory in a drunkard earnest manner. Not needy. Earnest. Wakakas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly the news came. &lt;br /&gt;It almost feels unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I had that one sudden moment of panic, then a guilty sense of relief washed over my constricted chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aywy, it happened pretty quickly&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home&lt;br /&gt;had hangover. Which was omg so horrible. I almost cldnt deal with it. Took me like 6hrs to recover, after havin bout 2hrs of fun -.- &lt;br /&gt;then was whisked down to the funeral&lt;br /&gt;whr it gave me the false sense of family that i always got when i met the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overnighting was pretty scary. &lt;br /&gt;But i dint say i was afraid, lol, cux didi and mum were alr so frightened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otw way back had a foreboding feeling at the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my ic. And yadayada&lt;br /&gt;Was really unfair and mean and sacarstic to mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time i realized hw sour mum becomes, even tho it isnt thr first time.&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet as much as i cld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin bit light headed nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aywy checked out everything.&lt;br /&gt;Its goin to be a huge hassle and thr'll be a price to pay. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;But. At least its not irreversible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa. I still cracked after mum kept harpin on the 100bucks penalty. &lt;br /&gt;Wtv it is, the horrible moment's gone and passed.&lt;br /&gt;I shall soon restore that equilibrium. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildchildreamer&lt;br /&gt;samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps im vulgar, and have an accent when im drunk. Wakakaks, i actually think its pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-309735509311412897?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/309735509311412897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=309735509311412897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/309735509311412897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/309735509311412897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-my-ic.html' title='lost my ic'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7356983267460801390</id><published>2011-07-01T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:47:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplatin friendship</title><content type='html'>went for nus og outing today,&lt;br /&gt;least i showed my face,&lt;br /&gt;when i left at 10, i suppose they were really just&lt;br /&gt;only gettin started.&lt;br /&gt;it felt bit like an awkward 14-year-old birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;haas, guess sometime when u get off on the wrong foot&lt;br /&gt;thr's no turnin back.&lt;br /&gt;no maaatter~&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;new chapter gonna start soon.&lt;br /&gt;im in a pool of excitment and apprehensiveness.&lt;br /&gt;i keep harpin on it i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;oh and thr's like a thousand and one camps to go for&lt;br /&gt;like, how many times do i have to orientate myself ?&lt;br /&gt;i know my sense of direction sucks, but really ?&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i meet new people when i make the effort,&lt;br /&gt;and that's always nice (:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;obs camp on mon, not quite lookin forward, but&lt;br /&gt;whaaaat to do ~&lt;br /&gt;actually, nah not true, im sure thr'll be awesome stuff for us to try&lt;br /&gt;i just hope they dont push the leadership thing too hard&lt;br /&gt;cuz like, if thr's one thing ive learnt over the years&lt;br /&gt;loudness is necessary, but its not axiomatic for leadership&lt;br /&gt;blah to loud ncc guys, altho most of em are pretty funny (:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;miss my baby, his pop this sunday, so proud of him(:&lt;br /&gt;ive been warned that he'll stink, but no matter,&lt;br /&gt;i shall bring breakfast and sweet kisses to him&lt;br /&gt;wakakkaks, omg cant believe i just broadcasted on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;heh, whatevaaaeeees&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;took the psychometric test today,&lt;br /&gt;don think i'll fair too well,&lt;br /&gt;considerin thr was math and time contrainst.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt really matter to me, so long they dont take away the scholarship&lt;br /&gt;* fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;its kind of dawned upon me that this moe shit is my lifeline&lt;br /&gt;lol, if i dont do well, i die&lt;br /&gt;if i misbehave, i die&lt;br /&gt;if i fail to do any admin stuff, i die&lt;br /&gt;OMG, JUST CHECKED EMAIL, CAMP IS AT SHEARES.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO ~ urrrrrrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;im not cranky but,... sian.&lt;br /&gt;one word says it all, 'sian'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4722218745575951407</id><published>2011-06-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:46:45.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monetize</title><content type='html'>i dint know thr was a 'monetize' option, until i accidentally clicked on it two sec ago.&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, i'd be a deficit investment [no such thing, but u get the drift (: ]&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, have juust put 'TRANSFORMERRS !' on my fb wall.&lt;br /&gt;heheh, im a total movie junkie,&lt;br /&gt;well, excludin horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;horror movies are like.. the wild thoughts in your head, cept amplified and more.. 'RAHHH ! IN YOUR FACEEE !' and for some reason, the boy i love, loves it, and well, i made a deal to let him choose the next time we go to the cinema, so i pretty much have to prep myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT and NEVER will be a horror fan.&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, so TRAAAANSFORMERRRRS !&lt;br /&gt;was pretty awesome,&lt;br /&gt;kind of like how they just swwwopped megan fox out with a 'she-just-doesnt-love-you-breakup'&lt;br /&gt;how can a woman not love a guy after he's saved the earth, TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, still, its like a suckerpunch in her face. hiakhiak.&lt;br /&gt;think fox if hotter than rosiedonnowhat tho. heh&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHIAAA&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;ohkayohkay,&lt;br /&gt;aywy, think thr were parallels to the 'harrypotter' complication&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a hero-complicity&lt;br /&gt;lyk .. after all the action and drama, after all of it's died down, the hero's just out of the loop. // to 5th book, angsty harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;speakin of which. IM AM SO EXXXXCITED THAT HP7 IS COMIN OOOOUUUTTTTTTT , altho nt as psyched as when hp7 the book came out. heh.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;'ooooi~ never sweep the kitchen ah'&lt;br /&gt;'no need lah'&lt;br /&gt;'whaaat ?! what dont need.'&lt;br /&gt;'no need lah, kitchen's not part of the house'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, its really nt in our hsehold, we HARDLY ever cook -.-&lt;br /&gt;so technically its just a space that looks like a kitchen, but is more often used for storage.&lt;br /&gt;i had to sweep the kitchen in the end tho, if nt the argument'd go on and on and on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;been stayin at home these two days , feels pretty good spendin time with mum(:&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;stepdad peelin skinn off his foot again, the last time he did that there was blood stains everywhr.&lt;br /&gt;'go and do a pedicuuuuureee, please'&lt;br /&gt;'no need, they don remove corn one.'&lt;br /&gt;'silence... '&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* have to go for some psychometric test tmr,&lt;br /&gt;hope i have enough logic in me to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;optimistic ppl who prefer imagination to scientific facts.. hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4722218745575951407?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4722218745575951407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4722218745575951407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4722218745575951407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4722218745575951407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/06/monetize.html' title='monetize'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8851013774334695593</id><published>2011-06-28T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:35:16.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fallinginlove</title><content type='html'>was watchin glee project.&lt;br /&gt;and this girl, emily, said 'i tried not to fall in love &lt;em&gt;with people&lt;/em&gt;, but i did. because there were beautiful people'&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;she just put what i feel to words.&lt;br /&gt;i fall in love with people.&lt;br /&gt;Their kindness, compassion, humour&amp;amp;vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;you know when you get those touchy-feely moments?&lt;br /&gt;i get em all the time, but its kind of hard to share em.&lt;br /&gt;people often laugh it off. i guess its the easier way to react.&lt;br /&gt;but if you ever get, if i ever have that fulfilment, i think i sld write em down.&lt;br /&gt;haas, i sld start a quote book again, start writing (:&lt;br /&gt;i can only put so much on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;is it really forgivable to us to make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;for young people to act silly and be irresponsible?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i never really understood 'let loose'&lt;br /&gt;cuz i cld never really 'let loose'&lt;br /&gt;i'd feel like if i did, the walls would fall apart and then who'd be there&lt;br /&gt;to be the reliable one for mum ?&lt;br /&gt;the one mum could count on to do well,&lt;br /&gt;to make sensible decisions.&lt;br /&gt;yet when im this person, more-aware-of-what-im-doing than most teenagers&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt seem enough.&lt;br /&gt;so going to university , im soo apprehensive of freedom&lt;br /&gt;that i cant embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;and if i cant, i feel like i cant fully appreciate the life ahead of me .&lt;br /&gt;free-dom, the word sounds spacey and vague and well,&lt;br /&gt;like all matters, thr's obviously two sides.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;*listening to rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8851013774334695593?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8851013774334695593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8851013774334695593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8851013774334695593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8851013774334695593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/06/fallinginlove.html' title='fallinginlove'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4978410518087523434</id><published>2011-06-24T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:33:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>detachment</title><content type='html'>ive been feelin pretty detached.&lt;br /&gt;not really soul away from body, more like i feel like having some alone time&lt;br /&gt;at the same time i miss everyone's company.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the bombardment[i bet i spelt that wrongly, heh] that's putting me off.&lt;br /&gt;but that sounds arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;bit pissed off, maybe i was insistent on my end, so its really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;so, like, zzz, hai.&lt;br /&gt;i miss q, fullstop&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you take the train and you glance around.&lt;br /&gt;you see people alone.&lt;br /&gt;people obviously unsatisfied with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;people who appear to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;people who live in oblivion, without ambition.&lt;br /&gt;people who are plain tired, old.&lt;br /&gt;people with big hearts.&lt;br /&gt;people who think the world of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;where and how do i fit in ?&lt;br /&gt;am i &lt;em&gt;suppose &lt;/em&gt;to fit in ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4978410518087523434?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4978410518087523434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4978410518087523434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4978410518087523434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4978410518087523434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/06/detachment.html' title='detachment'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6136127229453524358</id><published>2011-06-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:57:39.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backfromcamp!</title><content type='html'>just back from fass camp.&lt;br /&gt;well, wasnt really myself all the time lol.&lt;br /&gt;thr were alot of guy girl games, that apparently was cuz the national dating agency was our sponsor, so yadayada, make the link urself (:&lt;br /&gt;sooo ~, yeawell, the games were appropriate, so i was totally fine with it (:&lt;br /&gt;fright night was pretty awesome, wakakas, dint like the clown too much tho.&lt;br /&gt;theeeeen, hmmwell, during the camp could talk to most of the girls&lt;br /&gt;hardly spoke to any of the guys, though, some were real nice, i heard&lt;br /&gt;think cuz i missed q too much to want to talk any other guy. heh&lt;br /&gt;havent seen him in coming to 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;and durin the hth time, well, they asked bout traffic light status and all that&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, oooh 'red', oooh 3years.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it kinda hit me.&lt;br /&gt;woah, three years. lol&lt;br /&gt;are we gonna be like the couples who break up after 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;or those who marry, but did because they were so used to each other ?&lt;br /&gt;or those who are so tied to each other till the day they die.&lt;br /&gt;i love q, with all of my heart. like i would rip the person who hurts him, but what if it turns out to be me ? like,,i do have my doubts and clouds of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;movin on the happier stuff,&lt;br /&gt;batam was pretty awesome :DD like wakakaks, there was the waiter 'zul' who kept smiling and saying 'okay' to random stuff we said.&lt;br /&gt;theeen there was the massage-scrub thing that made me feel so violated wakakas. like OHMYGOD, THERES A RANDOM LADY LOOKIN AT MY BOOBS , kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;then there was the shoppin(:, dint buy excessively, but bought mre than usual:D heh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got tanned again, thr's a fringe tan line -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta say,  i think i look pretty good with a tan. hiakhiakk :D&lt;br /&gt;the hubbers met up today, i totally forgot bout it, oooops.&lt;br /&gt;had camp hangover, only woke like  a couple of hours ago. heh.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;so well, just updating my life. apparently my blog template is outdated again. shall  hunt for&lt;br /&gt;a new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;i have a small urge to write stories again, shall see hw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: thank god i dint have to wear a bikini, im like so out of shape nw.&lt;br /&gt;though it does feel like i've lost what i gained in 5 months, in 5 days. WHOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: sld really start joggin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6136127229453524358?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6136127229453524358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6136127229453524358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6136127229453524358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6136127229453524358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/06/backfromcamp.html' title='backfromcamp!'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1695809087087825176</id><published>2011-05-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:23:30.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self discoveries</title><content type='html'>i learnt a couple things about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] inspite of all ive told nut bout thinking of getting twitter, im still a blog sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;2] im a jealous sort of person but i think ive learnt to deal with it much better (:&lt;br /&gt;3] i really love q very much, but nonetheless i have yet to fully grasp how to deal with the public perception. i appreciate the polite curiousity and genuine questions, but i have to admit, sometimes i cant get past the stigma myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I look at q, the rest of the world falls away.&lt;br /&gt;4] I was mean to my mum, but i was brave enough to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;5] i do not like rum, it made my drink taste like cough syrup&lt;br /&gt;6] a thumb inkpad thingy costs roughly $17, kns.&lt;br /&gt;7] that i tend to quietly observe and sometimes end up looking nonchalant. at least in my mind do, but, well, im thinking, considering, turning my thoughts over in my head&lt;br /&gt;8] in spite of the evident need to save, i spend&lt;br /&gt;9] i still have that low self-esteem inner girl&lt;br /&gt;10] that sometimes you find good company in the most unexpected places (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i want to write a book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1695809087087825176?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1695809087087825176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1695809087087825176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1695809087087825176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1695809087087825176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/05/self-discoveries.html' title='self discoveries'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6492178018045693377</id><published>2011-04-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:56:47.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings</title><content type='html'>you can deprive me&lt;br /&gt;you can demand from me&lt;br /&gt;you can deftly crack my heart in half.&lt;br /&gt;but i will defend my spirit till the last fort&lt;br /&gt;is destroyed and my veins are poisoned with&lt;br /&gt;hate.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;finally did the acceptance today :DD&lt;br /&gt;yayy ~ MOE called me :DD i was quite literally shivering with joy,&lt;br /&gt;cuz of the cold in the office and cuz of sheer joy&lt;br /&gt;can tell mumsy super happy. hiakhiakhiak&lt;br /&gt;they told me i'd have to do 4 modules of lit tho:/&lt;br /&gt;not really lookin forward, but ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;i like to think that i am a sensible girl&lt;br /&gt;to a certain extent i believe i am.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, i have ridiculous fantasies that shall not be stupidly revealed&lt;br /&gt;on a public blog. haas ~&lt;br /&gt;went for supper with dorothy, cheryl and wilson ytd:D&lt;br /&gt;contemplated life,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i realize, i take life too seriously.. or at least i contemplate too much of life.&lt;br /&gt;hence, my blog.&lt;br /&gt;today i had the temptation to take up twitter..&lt;br /&gt;but i think i can still .. lyk.. not succumb. haas -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6492178018045693377?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6492178018045693377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6492178018045693377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6492178018045693377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6492178018045693377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/cravings.html' title='cravings'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7363690138641187993</id><published>2011-04-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:11:50.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adult supper</title><content type='html'>i always felt like supper was a treat and a very adult thing today.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like an adult today :D haas ~&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;ive been discussing too much to too many people,&lt;br /&gt;im having my big mouth syndrome again.&lt;br /&gt;zzz, make myself look bad&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;meeting cheryl n mc tomo :DD excites ! *&lt;br /&gt;havent met em in aaaages &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;every experience and every relationship is a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like ive survived the worst, but life just keeps throwin more crap in your face.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its in your darkest moments, that you appreciate the&lt;br /&gt;weakest ray of light, and that the weakest ray of light becomes a lighthouse beam of hope.&lt;br /&gt;haas ~&lt;br /&gt;[disclaimer: then again, it might be your mind making a weak ray of light seem like a beam for the comfort of everyone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps if that sounded poetic, im proud to say i came up with it myself:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps : haas- just thought of more stuff.. i realize how i kinda feel obligated to feel happy about sad stuff if you want to look for someone to talk to. hmm, ohkay fine, thats true to a limited extent, with my bffs i can emo and mourn foreverr and they'll be thr(: .. uuuuurrgh.. it sucks that for all the years ive put in this blog, im still hormornal and growing -.- , i.e. still have emo tendencies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7363690138641187993?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/7363690138641187993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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**</title><content type='html'>chiali lent me her blingbling nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;at first i tot it was abit much, but OMG I LOVEE ITTTT !&lt;br /&gt;wakakakkas.&lt;br /&gt;im need to budget my spending:/&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;q finally willing to speak to me:DD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 enough said&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;met up with cx today&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;cheered me up looooadds (((:&lt;br /&gt;* sigh&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6630657276750630725?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6630657276750630725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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reply</title><content type='html'>q still not talking to me, shall try again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i know its my fault ):&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;been reaally tired after work these days, not too sure why but like...&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz deep down, im bummed out:/&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;today was baby jingwen's bday,&lt;br /&gt;shes my sunshine &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;her innocence and freedom is undescribable.. haaas, is thr such a word?&lt;br /&gt;whatevees~&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos ~, it sucks to think her child sense as ephemeral..&lt;br /&gt;blaaaks,&lt;br /&gt;shall not dwell on unnecessary skeptical thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;mum watching korean show again&lt;br /&gt;haaas ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'where's my boxers'&lt;br /&gt;'there got one. there ~~ thaat sidee !'&lt;br /&gt;'where ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3752499357939653993?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3752499357939653993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3752499357939653993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3752499357939653993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3752499357939653993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-no-reply.html' title='still no reply'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6630579300690932854</id><published>2011-04-21T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:09:14.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 tailed fox</title><content type='html'>mum watchin this korean drama bout a 9-tailed fox turned human love serial thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i kept asking 'maaa, what's it about ?'&lt;br /&gt;'theree~~ the jiu wei hu ~ '&lt;br /&gt;'huhh ???'&lt;br /&gt;'thereee ~ you donno how to read subtitles ah'&lt;br /&gt;' .. ??'&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i keep flashing back to the other msg convo i had with my mum&lt;br /&gt;it was right after i dyed my hair using liese, she say the dye and all in the bin&lt;br /&gt;'girrl ! you dye your hair ?'&lt;br /&gt;'yup'&lt;br /&gt;'what colour ??'&lt;br /&gt;'heheh, blue !'&lt;br /&gt;'waaaa! nice not ?'&lt;br /&gt;of cuz i dint dye it blue, i was just trying to elicit an outraged response from me mum,&lt;br /&gt;instead she shocked me. hehh&lt;br /&gt;when i was home i was like&lt;br /&gt;'waa, maa i said i dye my hair blue you not angry ah ?'&lt;br /&gt;'why ? nice can already lo, anyway you siao one ma'&lt;br /&gt;'.. ???'&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;work today was slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;not as many people, but i wasnt as sick and otw thr and back the train wasnt like&lt;br /&gt;super crowded so i felt .. not so ravaged.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;mum keeps bugging me about accepting fass, i think i should&lt;br /&gt;before im really too late,&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be complacent and all.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;q not talking to me, my fault ):&lt;br /&gt;i apologized and called, but he refuses to pick out,&lt;br /&gt;so pretty bummed out today ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6630579300690932854?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6630579300690932854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6630579300690932854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6630579300690932854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6630579300690932854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/9-tailed-fox.html' title='9 tailed fox'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3325714438781365724</id><published>2011-04-20T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:01:07.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passwords&amp;crossroads</title><content type='html'>im starting to be bit paranoid, cuz i know my password is like superrr unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time i dont think i can handle having to rmb too much .&lt;br /&gt;.. will figure sth out when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;if i had a suckerpunch moment [the part babydoll closes her lids with freaklishly long lashes],&lt;br /&gt;i'd be standing at the end of a meadow, facing a forked road.&lt;br /&gt;its not the ''easy'', ''tough'' road thing going on,&lt;br /&gt;or at least since its my imagination, my vision isnt very good, so i wouldnt be able to see which&lt;br /&gt;has sticks and stones, but basically im about to thread my first step towards the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[technically i've never seen a meadow. wakakkas,but who cares,i alr said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;and i have to choose where to go..&lt;br /&gt;its such a cliched experience, but there're prolly thousands out thr feelin the same way.&lt;br /&gt;to me alone, the uncertainty alr feels pretty daunting&lt;br /&gt;omg, if thousands of us stood at the meadow and took turns to line up and pick a path, ..&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i dont know if i'd hyperventilate and never take that step, or be feel calmer because there're others with me.&lt;br /&gt;it just struck me, that if i never leave the meadow i'll be forever stucked in my comfort zone :/&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish there was real magic in the world.&lt;br /&gt;haas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3325714438781365724?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3325714438781365724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3325714438781365724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3325714438781365724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3325714438781365724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/passwords.html' title='passwords&amp;crossroads'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8369938318165663985</id><published>2011-04-20T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:03:33.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces</title><content type='html'>somtimes i feel like my life are these fragmented pieces that dont seem to fit.&lt;br /&gt;i am desperately trying to get them to fit,&lt;br /&gt;once in a while they do,&lt;br /&gt;then everything just falls to pieces again.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;im having a potential argument with q.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;im really thinkin much,&lt;br /&gt;im prolly already regretting what i said,&lt;br /&gt;didnt think twice,&lt;br /&gt;i know its not fair to him in a sense that&lt;br /&gt;i cant always be thr .. or lyk do the things he wants with him.&lt;br /&gt;idk..&lt;br /&gt;im just really tired and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;went for ntu talk with joy.&lt;br /&gt;loooved talkin to her:DD cuz she always has an alternative point of view.&lt;br /&gt;its no fun talkin to someone who just agrees all the way&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;been pretty sick all day, sneezing like maaad.&lt;br /&gt;my nose hurrts tttm now ):&lt;br /&gt;what to do :/&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;maybe im getting my period soon;&lt;br /&gt;which would explain the sudden need to blog and feel emotional and sadd&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its cuz im at the crossroads right now and its&lt;br /&gt;giving me such a huggggee headache.&lt;br /&gt;zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8369938318165663985?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8369938318165663985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8369938318165663985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8369938318165663985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8369938318165663985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/pieces.html' title='pieces'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8807891100273486158</id><published>2011-04-18T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:46:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buses and taxis</title><content type='html'>i hate taking buses and taxis. i freak out most of the time cuz i have noooo control over whr im going:/ and tomo if q has work i have to go do the ADM building thingy on my own which is scary TTM. i'd ask my mum along, but she has work, besides i have too much pride. heh ------------------ been muggin bit here and thr for the interview tomo i hope i don look like a fool. i feeeeel like ive pretty much covered current issues, but i need to read up on my past essays to feel like i still have some arguing substance in me. HEH. zzz they'll prolly laugh at how bloody ignorant i am. zzz, ohwells, least i'll dress up and look good on the outside. HEH ------------------ i was a politics junkie for the past hour or so, reading up on some stuff not all purely for the usp interview.. i DID have the intention to watch 'a political forum' haas- faaaaailure, sdp and wp well represented in the hood ~ but the rest fell flat. Jteo was smiling so placidly while she was arguing and .. xiao li chang dao TTM ! reminds of me the penguin at work.[hohoho:D] aywy while i was reading the poliblogs, kinda felt ashamed of what i have. wakakkas, blogging bout minute things that only matter to me. ohwell, youth culture in sg i suppose NARCISSIM(: im trying to figure out whats with the tin pei ling thing, is the whole issue really just cuz she's young and married to a-i-dont-know-who-but-apparently-hes-quite-influential-guy ? dont tons of women do that ? ----------------------------------- As if late, i have solved the mystery of 1] The libyan issue - why thr is destruction thr ): 2] How a nuclean plant works - thanks to j's drawings(: 3] Why c looks permanently tanned 4] Why thr's more hype this year bout the GE - or maybe cuz im just paying more attn this year. heh ------------------------------------ it's sophia's bday today, i wished her on fb just now shall beep her later(: after looking at her profile photo, i have resigned to the fact that i will always be jealous of her :/ ahwell. ------------------------------------- i cant believe how BLIND and STM i am :/ i went joggin today and i wanted to use the FASS arm pouch thingy to put my phone in. i left it somewhr and couldnt find it for 20 mins ?! i gave up and opened another. when i got home, it was lying on the dining chair, lookin untouched. BUT HOW COULD THIS BE ?!?!?, I WAS SEARCHING EVERRRYWHR ! i think i even had my glasses on just to search, :/ i even checked the fridge . zzzz -------------------------------------- anyways, i was really emo in the morn. cuz my mum and i kinda confronted each other bout the whole squabble. as usual, we dint really trash things out, but at least we're speaking normally again. my mum reeeeeeally confuses me -.- i know its super tough being a mum, its making me doubt if i ever want to be a mum god knows, if i had a daughter like me, omg, idk what i'd do. wakakkaks i can a feel, a tiny, tingly , small want in me to write amateur poems and some narrative again. i also feel a small tiny need to excercise - thus the jog today, i can feel myself getting out of shape. heh well, i guess i sld enjoy the last few years in my teens:DD before i forget them like how i simply cant rmb much happpy stuff from my childhood:/ WCD SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8807891100273486158?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8807891100273486158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8807891100273486158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8807891100273486158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8807891100273486158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/buses-and-taxis.html' title='buses and taxis'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6875452712828747264</id><published>2011-04-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:59:13.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation</title><content type='html'>give me &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; give me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt; give me&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; wine&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cars&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; give me that &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;insidious smile&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; give me&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; faith&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;strong&gt;more.&lt;/strong&gt; wcd sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6875452712828747264?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6875452712828747264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6875452712828747264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6875452712828747264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6875452712828747264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/temptation.html' title='temptation'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-2522819695626265650</id><published>2011-04-17T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:16:55.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'i'm juuuuudging you !'</title><content type='html'>wakakaks, chialie is hilarious, 'i'm juuuudging you !' teehee * random anyhoos ~ feeling bit crosseyed today:/ --------------- not having the best of relationships with me mumsy and pops againn. gotta gear up for USP.. not very into the idea of utown.. butttttttt what if i cant a place in hall :/ zzzzz, ssssssssssssiaaan anyways, i hate having to think about ...* went to bomb the toilet, bacck ~ * * watching the news bout GE - how lame it is in sg -.- ----------------- to be honest, im not sure the 'actual solution' to singapore's apathy but.. alaaaaa ~ *zones off ...* OMG RANDOM ! WHY HAVE ANGMOH !? maybe im being suagu, but seriously, RANDOM ! i see alot of angmohs in commonwealth. heheheh ---------------------------------- i'm suppose to be packin the stuff right now or at least reading up on current affairs. HEHHH zzz... i realize after all the complications, inferiority complex, drama and trauma, im still a kid -.- i dont really know how ppl get that 'growing woman' feel, cuz i really dont really.. wakakkas, maybe cuz i'm not really willing to .. ------------------------------------- i'm so put off by the adverts in sg -.- borrrrringggg ~~~ i still dont get soccer, 24 men chasing one ball.. OMGG, U SEE ! THE IRISH POLITICIANS HAD A NAKED PHOTOSHOOT ! wakakkas, they're hairy middle aged men but still.. better then randomly walkin around hawker centres and shaking hands. lol -.- ---------------------------------- y'knw i always want to comment but choose not to cuz i feel lyk i'm lyk superrrr ignorant, and as such sld just keep my mouth shut instead. HEH WCD SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-2522819695626265650?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/2522819695626265650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=2522819695626265650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2522819695626265650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2522819695626265650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-juuuuudging-you.html' title='&apos;i&apos;m juuuuudging you !&apos;'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3011631634152420147</id><published>2011-04-13T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:46:42.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why not twitter</title><content type='html'>ive been thinkin for awhile why i never got around to getting a twitter account. (im lying, heh, i just realized actually) 140words is not enough for someone as longwinded as me , besides.. it doesnt give me the space to think :/ anyhoos, life's been a whirlwind, which must be why im here. i havent been here in aaaaaages, heh :D met up with nut today :D which was a real nice surprise, even though we alr agreed, well, plans dont always work. hehh. q went clubbing today, which ... is kinda ohkay to me really, cuz i cant go with him anyways and hes been wantin to go forever. mightaswell.. im reaaaaally pretty bummed out that i dint get to meet the ruggers :// been looking forward for quite awhile. then again, working at hubber paradise is pretty awesome too :DDDD ~ i totally remember the horrible awkwardness during training, THANK GOD I TOOK A LEAP OF FAITH AND STAYED ON :D cuz everyone's really awesome right now and i enjoy going to work :DD [OMG, im going thru right now and i cant believe i wrote 'i enjoy going to work'] ------------- anyway, im at the crossroads of life right now. quite literally.. . i need time to sit and stone and think. havent gotten the chance to so far ): *sigh. and there are other stuff on my mind too. recently did this psychology test ..mmm which turned out to be pretty true.. . or it mmmmight be self fulfiling , donno. but still :D ------------ i mmmmight be coming here more often. then again.. that's what i say all the time. heh :DD i think i need to prac my eloquence. HAHAHH. eloquence?! . alaaaa ~ WILDchildDREAMER SAMantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3011631634152420147?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3011631634152420147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3011631634152420147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3011631634152420147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3011631634152420147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-not-twitter.html' title='why not twitter'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7886863552176078762</id><published>2011-02-16T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:23:47.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6months ltr</title><content type='html'>Im finally back here.feelin bit lousy n needed an avenue to talk.. Dint think broadcastin urself on fb was much of a good idea,so now i back at my olee' blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible bout not being able to thr for q. He planned this wonderful date and has been so sweet to me n yet i cant reprocicate in the simplest gestures. His quiet disappointment breaks my heart. I feeel useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, since work started, i feel quite like a wimp. I think ive always been one. And not being able to give my fullest in what seems like most aspects of my life these days makes me feel more of a loser. I evidently dont shine in sports. Studies have dropped. Not excatly great at my job. N apparently now, imma lackluster girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q's been thr for most of my ups n downs.. Hes been quite a part of them too.. Hes stood up for me and.. Well, growin pains i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q means alot to me, i tell him all the time.. I wish i cld show him just as much too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7886863552176078762?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/7886863552176078762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=7886863552176078762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7886863552176078762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7886863552176078762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2011/02/6months-ltr.html' title='6months ltr'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8546263700731107677</id><published>2010-07-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:01:59.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gaga-girls</title><content type='html'>ohkay, today was pretty fun, even tho i spent all day at phone&lt;br /&gt;and nobody picked my calls. wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;aywy, so mum's friend gave her this dodgy lookin yogurt thing like bout a week ago&lt;br /&gt;nope, dint use it&lt;br /&gt;and it fermented. , so mum opened the container and&lt;br /&gt;IT STINKED THE WHOLEEE HOUSEEEE ~&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, omg, it smelt so bad ! like pukeee !&lt;br /&gt;like. waaa. den korkor came hor and sprayed air freshner everywhr&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas,&lt;br /&gt;mum's friend gave her another container today. LOL&lt;br /&gt;its one of those things, that ur like a neighbour keeps givin&lt;br /&gt;and u bleah them but its not very nice to reject&lt;br /&gt;so it ferments in ur fridge ~&lt;br /&gt;huahuas.&lt;br /&gt;oh and today bro kept say 'gagagirls' ''he meant wondergirls'&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;past week been havin exams.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm, i'd say its allllright. hope i'll do well (:&lt;br /&gt;uuuuurgh, still cant find the noisy fatass lizard thats making the&lt;br /&gt;KROOOOO sound everynight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : 'American culture looks best in tv,... best if it stays thr too.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8546263700731107677?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8546263700731107677/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>BILL MAHER</title><content type='html'>was reading xiaxue's&lt;br /&gt;heh, i knowwww what you're thinkin ~&lt;br /&gt;BUT. its not all bad, she's actually pretty good at arguing&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, found out bout BILL MAHER from hre,&lt;br /&gt;he's discussing bout the some of the ridiculous stuff&lt;br /&gt;ppl say bout gayism. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;watch he's other vids too, he just owwwwwwwwns ppl faace down&lt;br /&gt;then they'll have the&lt;br /&gt;OHSHIT face.wakakakaks.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;past few days, studying momentum has definitely picked up&lt;br /&gt;after one phonecall. heh&lt;br /&gt;which shows, the right words coming from the right person&lt;br /&gt;means and can do alot for another :D&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;been eating waaaaay too much&lt;br /&gt;im beginnin to worry that i cant fit into my sch u&lt;br /&gt;=///&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;rain was poooouring like maadd.&lt;br /&gt;flooded orchard, first time in like the last 20yrs or so&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;been a good girl and helped mum sweeped the floor in like 2 or 3 times in a roll&lt;br /&gt;RECORD BREAKER&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HKHaClUCw4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-981243338931445448?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/981243338931445448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=981243338931445448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/981243338931445448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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entirely nothing..&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i spent some time with my fam.&lt;br /&gt;and ... well, i need to set my mind on a goal.&lt;br /&gt;i need to want my studies as badly as i did 5yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;it feels kinda weird,no ?&lt;br /&gt;in 5 years, i feel vastly different from who i used to be. or was. maybe still am. but, yea...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don think anybody's reading this right now, so i suppose its quite safe to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the things that're going thru in my head, but i can never actually say'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while absence made me aware of how strongly i felt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it made me realize too that i need to break away from this need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't like feeling like as if i'm so easily hooked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it makes me feel weak and vulnerable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Doesn't the fact that he wants to spend time away from you, hurts your feelings?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quotes from sex&amp;amp;thecity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;being emo, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; annoying.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmwell, quite sadly, i havent any inspiration to write right now...&lt;br /&gt;so im trotting off to bed ~&lt;br /&gt;tralala ~&lt;br /&gt;quite gay, wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;ohwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : 'not baaad, mr shu ~ quite fly for a white guy~ ' -Mercedes, glee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11333601.post-5969482163705510665</id><published>2010-06-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:54:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear</title><content type='html'>oh dear, my poor blog,&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas,well IM BACCCK:DDD&lt;br /&gt;been reading way too much and having too much insomnia, i need to get back&lt;br /&gt;to doing this .&lt;br /&gt;i need to thoroughly empty my brain before i sleep&lt;br /&gt;besides, i need enough records of my life to write a book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AITES ANYWAY, update on my life&lt;br /&gt;rugby's just stepped down,&lt;br /&gt;i miss it sooooooooo much&lt;br /&gt;every time i think of how my jc's life drawn to nothing&lt;br /&gt;i think back of the girls&lt;br /&gt;and think otherwise(:&lt;br /&gt;sure, thr was the bitchin and dislike and what not&lt;br /&gt;but it will always very much a part of who i am today&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, for one, ive been hit so many times by the ball in the face&lt;br /&gt;that im not as afraid of balls anymore&lt;br /&gt;and for another, because of rugby,&lt;br /&gt;i pretty convinced, ive made some lifelong friends(:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;aites, so i read this book,bout an expat wife's life&lt;br /&gt;it was so funnnnnny. huahuahuas&lt;br /&gt;'diplomatic baggage' it'll definitely be one of the rereads i'll do one day&lt;br /&gt;along with 'spirited away'&lt;br /&gt;all pretty girly books, but mind u, ive read my fair share of murder stories&lt;br /&gt;and i like em :DD huahuas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so this other book i was reading bout..., well it&lt;br /&gt;adds to the other versions of 'love' ive read about, and probably can&lt;br /&gt;find in books. movies? not so much.&lt;br /&gt;i like rom coms, but sappy ones like the last song... not very likely&lt;br /&gt;SO ERM YA,&lt;br /&gt;i love the feelin of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHOOSH&lt;/span&gt; in me, the kinds u get at the start.&lt;br /&gt;its what i feel IF i feel sth.&lt;br /&gt;that being sad, ive felt the steadiness of tender love.&lt;br /&gt;quiet love. not LOUD and OUT-THERE kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, being 18, im not ready for thaat kind of quiet..&lt;br /&gt;while its reassuring and still very much love, im still 18&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i started thinkin bout the dwarfs and assigning&lt;br /&gt;types of 'loves' to them, which isnt very nice. wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;its not my place to say, but since i cant sleep, i dint bother to veer off that track&lt;br /&gt;SO, love.&lt;br /&gt;i would just like to say that right now at 18, is like the lousy teh-c u drink at some random foodcourt. u've heard of how FANTASTIC it can be, u've probably seen it somewhr, but u haven't savoured the true taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;love, doesnt always have to concern a boy. in fact, ive come to learn that , it hurts most when it concerns a dick. so why put yourself in that precarious situation ?&lt;br /&gt;not until u're ready.&lt;br /&gt;we may use the word 'love' freely, and like diarrhea [i still cant spell this word, i used the dic] but the true meaning would probably come to you, only when u feel that hot rush, AND steadiness at the same time. and we're all still learning&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;JUST went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;famine camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;was one of the reasons why i wanted to come back hre and have a verbal diarrhea [OMG I JUST SPELT THIS WORD].  but havent really got around to doing it as we can see. haa.&lt;br /&gt;so yea , had a hot facil, but a mighty lousy one. she tried, she had a belly ring, and at least she was nice. but other than that, poor girl. so much for being in the much hyped-up-everyone-has-fun-and-mugs-hard hci. huahuahuas. yes i forever have a vengeance against this school.&lt;br /&gt;ohkay wait back to famine camp, im just goin over the superficial details&lt;br /&gt;the girls in my grp were all great :DD i would say i def made some real friends, if not for&lt;br /&gt;the fact it was just a two-day thing .&lt;br /&gt;the guys were pretty alright. in fact, the RJ boys were ironically the most entertaining,&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention ? i dragged my bro along with me to the camp, and couple of me classmates:DD&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the stereotypes were thr to prove the stereotypes, but i do feel rather fortunate to have met the underdogs.&lt;br /&gt;one was buff, a guy's guy, boyish kind, the other not the same, i.e the mugger, but made up for it with his wit (: hmmm, i just realized that one had brawn but not brains and the other vice versa. wakakkakas. ahhwell, god is fair&lt;br /&gt;ooh and thr were the ACI boys, u'd think i'd met some burly rugby dude right. but i met two of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;tiniest&lt;/span&gt; of the lot. wakakaks. THEY WERE SHORTER THAN ME BY AT LEAST 5-10CM, tats saying alot for guys. wakakkas. but they were bright [told u god was fair] got the team thru most of the games. oh but well, thr were 4 and one sneaked off to have dinner at newton circus, the other left early.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; JUST SIMPLY LIKE THAT.&lt;/span&gt; they literally just walked off. though, i learnt not to categorize the boys. cuz tho they were utter idiots for doin the above [&amp;amp; the granted; irritating the shit out of the girls] they ACTUALLY offered help. and they were rather bright. so i give em credit :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had fun bossing the boys who sat beside me during the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sewing thingy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, apparently.. well not apparently.. EXPECTEDLY they couldnt sew, THEY DINT EVEN NOE HOW TO THREAD A NEEDLE. if u're reading this and don't know either, GO TAKE A NEEDLE AND STRING AND LEARN NOW. so erm what was i saying ? yeaa, i had fun bossing them . well, at the same time i was just being helpful. obviously dont know to sew, den come here to try to 'earn' money. [we had to get 'jobs' during to camp, pretend to be poor and get real sucky jobs]&lt;br /&gt;oh but the highlight of it was the b*tch i met.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll give her more credit than that. she was either one of those LOUD POPULAR GIRL everyone hates and loves at the same time, or one of those irritants. but since she could fake the accent pretty well, i'd think shes the former [had her cliquegirls with her]  hmm,well i might discriminating right hre, but wtv. wakakas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE WERE SO MANY BIMBOO GSGs THERE I WANTED TO STRANGLE THEM AND RATTLE THEIR TEETH FOR BEING SOOOOOO WHINY AND IRRRRRITATING&lt;/span&gt;, are they seriously blind to the number of eyeballs rolling when use their squeaky voice ?! fortunately, brainaic RJ  guy shared sentiments, and we had a self indulging moment rolling our eyes at random squeaky girl&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT YES, back to the bitchy girl&lt;br /&gt;she couldnt bloody sew, makin a hell lot of noise for the pathetic work she did and blabbering excitedly when she finally manage to thread a needle. [i dint help cuz she was opposite me, (strike) cuz of whiny voice(/strike)] so anyway, i was just doin the sewing, quite like a maniac, needed the money man. and did like twice of what they told us to do, [to sew buttons in the shape of &lt;3]  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[WELL, with it out of tune, imagine fake accent] WHY ? BUT NOOOOOBODY TOLD US ~ HEYYY ! THAT'S NOT FAAAIR ~'&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to shut her up, but decided not to make a scene, since the employer was goin to 'pay' me twice anyway, WHO BLOODY KNEW SHE WAS GOIN TO GIVE ME 'MALARIA' for 'OVERWORKING' bloodyhell. i did the very same thing, like an hour ago, she dint give me MALARIA THEN ~ ? so i came with the conclusion that ATTAS ppl help one another out. wakakkas, i might get into hell lot of trouble sayin this, but i suppose i can safely say its somewhat innate that you'd helped 'your' own people. employer was from hci. bitchy girl, from some SAINT sch.&lt;br /&gt;well, i don have anything against GSGs, but god help the few who are outright air-heads tarnishing the rest. god knows how much i love mz,na2, jedi  and even tho it PAIIINS me to say this, abi.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, thr were tons of other stuff, like i had to pretend to be 'dead' and they had to&lt;br /&gt;'carry my corpse' to the crematorium. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;btw, ACI has too much air-con around to ever claim that they're 'environmentally-friendly' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, yea, they were carrying my legs [girls had to carry girls and vice versa] so they all just suddenly '1..2..3 !' and lifted me up wakakkas and one of them were like 'wa, you're so light. easy la'  quite sadly, i gave her backache later. wakakkas. [altho, in my defence she was carryin me wrong] so yea, my legs were sticking out behind the girls who were carrying my legs, AND IT WAS SUCH A MAD RUSH. imagine a whole mass of people carrying one another, and bumping into each other. so i decided to help the girls :D since i cant carry myself, i used my legs to jam into ppl's asses wakakkakakkas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW BRILLIANT AM I.&lt;/span&gt; they cant exactly blammmme me, i cant see ! im being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carried.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[btw, im sorry for all the gross spellin, too lazy to correct em. and the firefox got too lazy underlining in red too. wakkkas. the red lines literally just DISAPPEAR ! heh]&lt;br /&gt;yea, then the corpses had to remain in the auditorium and they played a video on haiti. and i swear, im such a softie/wuss  i cry at EVERY vid they show. wakakkas. yep, so i teaared, and after that we were asked to make a prayer for the victims. and i felt slightly comforted that i tried to help, i may not have given a 100% but its a start.&lt;br /&gt;another thing that happened during the camp that left a deeep impact ingrained in my head was the ausssie dude and viet dude.&lt;br /&gt;cut long story short, aussie dude helps street kids in viet, and he used to be a teacher. viet dude, one of the first kids who inspired him to do so. altho, the viet dude has grown up from the streetkid he used to be, is undeniably rather cute. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[i seriously think i have a thing for underdogs. wakakas, well granted they're moderately cute.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;huahuas,has a boyish face.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway he told us his story. what touched me, wasnt excatly his story, because as much as it was personal to him, its something too many directors have tried to put in movies that the theme of the underdog is so desensitized. what touched me was the genuine-ty  of what the aussie guy had to say. it was so real and there, and apparent that he truly was helpin the kids out of his altruistic belief that it enveloped the entire hall. or at least for me. for that one hour,  EVERYONE listened. i wasn't getting annoyed, cuz i dint see anyone dozing off. neither were they lookin at their iphones. which i might have to add, that altho the iphone gets me excited, i think it just caused more damage to our alr ungracious society. PARENTS, IF YOU WANT TO GIVE UR CHILD AND IPHONE/ITOUCH [even if for no apparent reason], FINE, SPLURGE THE MONEY, YOU HAVE THE RIGHT. BUT CAN YOU PLEASE TEACH THEM SOME SOCIAL ETIQUETTE. it doesnt help that TAPTAP revolution rings in the hall when someone's tryin to talk. so yea, the aussie dude runs this organization 'blue dragons' in vietnam. rescued kids off the streets, saved girls from prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM LIES IN.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that while he is charismatic and sincere in what he has to say, he's STILL talkin to an apathetic audience, who consist of singaporean students. i say im poor, but i can never compare what i have to what the poor kids can never have. i may have a dysfunctional family, but at least i have one.&lt;br /&gt;charity isnt money. its sympathy, its heart.&lt;br /&gt;i know what saying all this sounds like (strike)cheesy and irritating (/strike).&lt;br /&gt;im not some SELF-RIGHTEOUS LIFE-CHANGING NELSON MANDELA, im a teenager, just like u. still unwilling to give up years spent on pure self-centered-ness . Because its easy. and its convenient. but i take comfort in the fact that at least I know and I'M aware of this plight. and someday, when im older, i want to help.&lt;br /&gt;reading this wont change you, it wont change anyone, its just one of my reflections.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i talk like an old woman.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY, back to family,&lt;br /&gt;my mum started goin for the mendaki upgrading course couple of months back&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS BEEN A BLAST FOR HER. wakkakas&lt;br /&gt;so it once again proves why when people say the best time of their lives was probably when they were in school.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [thats another whole other area of psychoanalysis]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gave her a drive, a motivation to live life differently. and more perspective. because im convinced that my mother today isnt entirely the same she was last year. she's still the strong woman i look up to, but in the subtle ways, shes letting me grow up and givin me the space&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, actually forget it, i cant explain it. maybe its cuz im older too. but anyway, i just wanted to reemphhasize on how much&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i love my mum. &lt;/span&gt;plain and simple. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AITES, thats it for the verbal diarrhea from sam today.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully tonight i'll sleep better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : once again, im at one of the crossroads of my life.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i really think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5969482163705510665?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5969482163705510665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5969482163705510665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5969482163705510665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5969482163705510665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-2706989475482144089</id><published>2010-02-28T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:31:17.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world</title><content type='html'>well, havent been here in aaaages.hmm&lt;br /&gt;just went to ms kwok's profile&lt;br /&gt;and am now ENVIOUS TO THE MAXXXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she's obviously seen enough of the world to die with no regrets man&lt;br /&gt;yea, so she's prolly 28 and not married&lt;br /&gt;but OMG, she's been to poland and what not.&lt;br /&gt;POLAND, ive nvr even seen poland on tv&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, but aywys&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaap, inspiration for SAM.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, last week was preetty hectic at the start&lt;br /&gt;then it slowed down&lt;br /&gt;and i just slacked off. HEH.ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;touch is ..well. to be honest i love the team,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't mean to be all talky and motherly&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i see the things i see in my perspective,&lt;br /&gt;and ..well, thank god there're others with similar eyeballs:DD&lt;br /&gt;that being said, those who don't aren't bad, or whatever bitchy way of saying it comes to your mind&lt;br /&gt;we just need to sort things out(:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;watched percy jackson today, the effects was cool&lt;br /&gt;the whole greek mythology thing got to me,&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, just as avatar did&lt;br /&gt;man, i am all for the fantasy world:D&lt;br /&gt;[suppose to be studying differentiation now]&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;life, has beeen preeeettty great (:&lt;br /&gt;with, or without the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : ilovemylargefries :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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world'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6800819062543453179</id><published>2010-02-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:47:44.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly scars</title><content type='html'>i think if my heart was a tangible thing,&lt;br /&gt;it' have fuuuuuugly scars .&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;cny's been alright(:&lt;br /&gt;in a quiet family kind of way,&lt;br /&gt;errr, ohwell&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood to blog leh=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: easy to read right :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11333601.post-2433669387692725146</id><published>2010-02-10T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T05:24:29.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ambiguity</title><content type='html'>VDAY IS COMINGG:DDD&lt;br /&gt;i love valentine's day (:&lt;br /&gt;this year clashes with cny=//&lt;br /&gt;was bit of a bummer at first,&lt;br /&gt;then it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;ahwell..&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems to be go for threading&lt;br /&gt;its kindaaa tempting me, huahuas&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;went to sch with yz&lt;br /&gt;went home with cheryl&lt;br /&gt;went to lib with q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : just not reading too much into things(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11333601.post-4855808128771855660</id><published>2010-02-08T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T04:56:14.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>MONDAAAAY BLUEEES&lt;br /&gt;i don usually get monday blueees&lt;br /&gt;but i had monday blueees today&lt;br /&gt;baobao had fever, poor child, shall msg to check if she's&lt;br /&gt;ohkay laterr&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be studying MC now, heh&lt;br /&gt;but JUST HAD to catch up on glee&lt;br /&gt;omg, IM SO IN LOVE WITH GLEE !&lt;br /&gt;wakkakas, I &lt;3333333 GLEE !&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;sch stress lvl slooowly mounting&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not, its mostly coming from lit&lt;br /&gt;and im soo not confident bout ell&lt;br /&gt;D.AAAAA.NG&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING teenage brother growin up&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO IRRRRITATING, HE'S SUCH A MEGA GROOOUCH&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;just when you thought you knew,&lt;br /&gt;the confusion starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: samhasahappydisposition:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4855808128771855660?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4855808128771855660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4855808128771855660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4855808128771855660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4855808128771855660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4257497414303519849</id><published>2010-02-03T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:33:54.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOVEKUNGFUUUUU !</title><content type='html'>heheh, bro watching kungfu panda&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, AWWWW&lt;br /&gt;ITS SHOOOOO CUTEEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEIT !&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AWEEEESOOOME !&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, ahwell&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;and had CCA bazaar today&lt;br /&gt;it was not bad (:&lt;br /&gt;bad a fun time with the ruggers again(:&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner after that&lt;br /&gt;which was funny&lt;br /&gt;cuz mc kept saying all the silly stuff again&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ytd night before i slept i realize some stuff&lt;br /&gt;today, it just made me waay mre upset&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling doesn't suface&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i just..&lt;br /&gt;i really just want the things were back.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;im so much better off .&lt;br /&gt;omg, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: love like you've never been hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4257497414303519849?l=angel4.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-11333601.post-2187430573009650302</id><published>2010-02-02T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:55:13.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALAOOOOOOOOOOOOO EHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much,&lt;br /&gt;just had the need to type that ouut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i need a serious haircut-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-2187430573009650302?l=angel4.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-11333601.post-7983641915386820499</id><published>2010-02-02T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:43:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><content type='html'>i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, im broken.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in the end,&lt;br /&gt;the question is still always&lt;br /&gt;'why ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: for example,&lt;br /&gt;you broke my heart but i still love you,&lt;br /&gt;WHY ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7983641915386820499?l=angel4.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-11333601.post-4892097156153462338</id><published>2010-02-01T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:29:23.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted to</title><content type='html'>you know how fb poisons our mind now&lt;br /&gt;well yea,&lt;br /&gt;and i saw q's status and so wanted&lt;br /&gt;to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;lyk how silly is it to just 'air your rage' ?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;but, you know, i cant .&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i sldn't&lt;br /&gt;* just zoning out right hre.&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;today was an awesome day for the&lt;br /&gt;RUGGIRRLS:DDD&lt;br /&gt;heh, doin the banner was awesome and all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: uuurrgh,&lt;br /&gt;REWWWWWWIND BUTTON !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4892097156153462338?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4892097156153462338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4892097156153462338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4892097156153462338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4892097156153462338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2010/02/wanted-to.html' title='wanted to'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7331759779917044896</id><published>2010-01-31T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:41:20.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope.</title><content type='html'>if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;you probably alr know.&lt;br /&gt;so i don't have to write it out in full here&lt;br /&gt;which i much rather not.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;you could say im heartbroken,&lt;br /&gt;actually, i think i am&lt;br /&gt;cept that there's nth i can do about it&lt;br /&gt;and its a familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;and.. all i can really do is hope.&lt;br /&gt;i love him, and truth be told&lt;br /&gt;i want him back&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;and i could just think of a thousand ideas&lt;br /&gt;i could do to try and make him see,&lt;br /&gt;make him want 'us' back.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, if its just me pulling the stunts again,&lt;br /&gt;thr really is no point is there ?&lt;br /&gt;plus, which girl likes to woo ?&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to be woo-ed&lt;br /&gt;not the other way around ~&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;i have the feelings, yes,&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean i have to act on them&lt;br /&gt;i can bury them,&lt;br /&gt;cuz for every happy memory, every happy thought&lt;br /&gt;there is an equally heart-wrenching one.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;if could do anything to take back that 2 mins in mac&lt;br /&gt;i would&lt;br /&gt;cuz then, i'd be out with you now,&lt;br /&gt;'stead of writing about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAManhta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: at least this one&lt;br /&gt;was honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7331759779917044896?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1818740162355736996</id><published>2010-01-24T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:11:51.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no drama</title><content type='html'>i don't feel any anger&lt;br /&gt;or stab in my heart&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz im controlling&lt;br /&gt;still deliberating the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;i think i've never felt more ...&lt;br /&gt;sad and disappointed&lt;br /&gt;you know ?&lt;br /&gt;no cheem deep stuff&lt;br /&gt;just raw emotion,&lt;br /&gt;just upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : life couldnt peak and plunge more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1818740162355736996?l=angel4.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-11333601.post-3906197393510834915</id><published>2010-01-15T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:24:50.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most wonderful things</title><content type='html'>i had one of the most amazing kiss ytd&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas, well, not lyk im shy bout it&lt;br /&gt;but i would very much prefer to keep it&lt;br /&gt;private, cept for the statement&lt;br /&gt;'i had one of the most amazing kiss ytd'&lt;br /&gt;:D wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;block test starting next week&lt;br /&gt;but im taking a break now so&lt;br /&gt;im hre&lt;br /&gt;been sick, down with flu and fever&lt;br /&gt;so still feeling pretty lembek and all =/&lt;br /&gt;eating my fruit lunch now tho :D healthy right&lt;br /&gt;yea, i better, if not my health is just&lt;br /&gt;going to go haywire what with As this year=/&lt;br /&gt;* so not touchin the dragon fruit after 3 slices of its bitterness. plueak&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, you knw how we're all growing up&lt;br /&gt;and thinking how mature we are&lt;br /&gt;then two years later look back and laugh at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;yea, im having that, cept that its reversee like&lt;br /&gt;im thinking how i'd be 21 in just three years&lt;br /&gt;and thinking how silly or the bout the right choices i made when i&lt;br /&gt;was 18&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;see how relationships are just doomed from the start&lt;br /&gt;well, i just heard of the beginning of one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sometimes i thank god for the irony he bestowed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;the perfect boyfriend right for all the wrong reasons. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: water melon seeds give me the creeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3906197393510834915?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3906197393510834915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3906197393510834915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3906197393510834915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3906197393510834915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-wonderful-things.html' title='the most wonderful things'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8197046931710909450</id><published>2010-01-07T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:03:10.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>addicted to F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;must watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: love.&lt;br /&gt;is a curious word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8197046931710909450?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8197046931710909450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8197046931710909450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8197046931710909450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8197046931710909450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2010/01/addicted-to-f.html' title=''/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-227768036025699474</id><published>2010-01-05T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:19:29.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>wasted half a day alr&lt;br /&gt;and still wasting it&lt;br /&gt;ohwell,&lt;br /&gt;i'll get to studying soon&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;still pissed with q&lt;br /&gt;cuz it always happens&lt;br /&gt;and happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes[quite often actually]&lt;br /&gt;i think that i dont mean as much to him&lt;br /&gt;as i used to&lt;br /&gt;which is fine with me in a way&lt;br /&gt;cuz hey, we're all still growing up&lt;br /&gt;and i don't entirely believe things arnt&lt;br /&gt;goin to change as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;im not that naive, cuz it only gets you hurt&lt;br /&gt;thaat being said, just because ive accepted that fact&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean i don't get upset&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt make alright for him&lt;br /&gt;to go back on his word&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when sch starts&lt;br /&gt;officially starts,&lt;br /&gt;all the crap's gonna start again&lt;br /&gt;and if i can keep to my resolution&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to take it&lt;br /&gt;i can make it with or without him&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i think all girls should have that thought in their head&lt;br /&gt;your boyfriend shouldn't complete you as a person&lt;br /&gt;he completes your life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if he doesn't or isn't willing to,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe he's just not the right guy&lt;br /&gt;and things change, guys are bound to come and go&lt;br /&gt;if you're lucky&lt;br /&gt;reaaally reallly realllllly lucky&lt;br /&gt;then maybe you wld have met and married the first guy you fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;but we may never know for sure&lt;br /&gt;so while i love q very much,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to suck it up&lt;br /&gt;if he intends on being a lousy boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;if someone you really care for&lt;br /&gt;is soo angry at you&lt;br /&gt;and you know it&lt;br /&gt;but you nothing whatsoever to remedy it&lt;br /&gt;thr's nth more blatant then that&lt;br /&gt;that says you don't cherish what you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : sometimes i just don't feel it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-227768036025699474?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/227768036025699474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=227768036025699474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/227768036025699474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/227768036025699474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2010/01/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8318412875533614264</id><published>2009-12-30T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:38:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eve of eve</title><content type='html'>ooohkay, was feeling pissed just now&lt;br /&gt;lyk i-cant-believe-its-happening-again pissed&lt;br /&gt;ahh, but whatever, why bother when the people&lt;br /&gt;themselves don't care&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, finally gave in the temptation to watch friends&lt;br /&gt;and finally got started on studying seriously&lt;br /&gt;although, now i feel pretty worried, cuz apparently&lt;br /&gt;i've started late=// and thr's really TONS to do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i cant do it at home&lt;br /&gt;oh, and once again my fam has NO PLANS WHATSOEVER&lt;br /&gt;on how to spend the new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF THE WORLD REALLY ENDS IN 2012, omg.&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNYWAY, 2009 actually was pretty fun for me:D&lt;br /&gt;lotsa new things, LOTS AND LOTS. heh&lt;br /&gt;err. wait. i cant rmb why i came to blog....&lt;br /&gt;thr was something deeeep lingering in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and my fingers were tingling to blog...&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL,&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos-&lt;br /&gt;instead of blindly diving into new year resolutions, i&lt;br /&gt;reckon i should write out what ive learnt from 2009&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] the number 1 thing ive learnt .. is how to play touch rugby :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;hehehh, im not thaat good, but HEY ! i tried :D&lt;br /&gt;2] number 2 ... ive learnt that my brother's growing up, and now i can see for myself&lt;br /&gt;what kind of grump i was, since it runs the family. and apparently, I WAS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRRRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] next... ive learnt that what i missed most about my friends, is how they all used to be a part of my everyday life. Regardless of how 'close' they are, [i think 'closeness' is relative.. cuz you know how we all have different friends for 'different stuff' like your 'secret buddy' or 'gossip friend' thaat kinda thing]. &amp;amp; so, in actual fact, i still miss the dwarfs very very much&lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;4] ive learnt that just because i mug hard, doesnt mean im gonna get results.&lt;br /&gt;its a tough world, and if i don use my brains, im never going to be anywhr near great.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, if i really learn to use my brains AND be hardworking. ' HOHO. you'd better watch out ~ '  wakakas&lt;br /&gt;5] ive learnt that as i grow older, i learn of other new stuff, which i really rather not know... like how its funny to love at sex jokes cuz you get stuff, but its kinda sad to see that if you ever find a guy who values intimacy GUESS WHAT ? YOU'VE STRUCK GOLD !&lt;br /&gt;6] ive learnt that being frank is the best way to go about handling crap like planning.&lt;br /&gt;'Don't hate the player, hate the game' cuz otherwise, if you want to play goody goody, NOTHING is ever goin to get done=/&lt;br /&gt;7] ive learnt SO MUCH BOUT BIRDS :DDDDD hehheh, and ohman seriously, i think thaat was like one of the HIGHLIGHTS of the year :D&lt;br /&gt;8] ive learnt more about my family, like the crap my parents go through to put food on the table. &amp;amp; yet sometimes, i still remain so unappreciative of it&lt;br /&gt;9] ive learnt a little more about the boy i love.&lt;br /&gt;that in actual fact, for everything i love about him, he actually has something in equal measure for me to hate. &amp;amp; so, truth be told, one year doesnt mean much&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, if&lt;/span&gt; we really plan on spending the rest of our lives together. [wakakkas, ohwell, the sentence's overly serious, but it sounded smooth and sth out of a movie. so im keeping it :Djust for dramatic effect]&lt;br /&gt;10] i've learnt everyday, bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;about a small thing in all of us&lt;br /&gt;called love-&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;OH and now i just recalled sth i wanted to blog about.heheh&lt;br /&gt;that day after training. when i was so UTTERLY exhausted&lt;br /&gt;i plopped on the mrt bench and saw IMMEDIATELY&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'SO THIN&lt;br /&gt;IT FEELS LIKE SKIN'&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;1] GIVE MY ALL TO DO WELL FOR As&lt;br /&gt;2] give more love &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[be kinder to strangers&lt;br /&gt;love my family, friends &amp;amp; boyfriend more, the right way]&lt;br /&gt;3] be healthy and excercise even after touch ends ! :D&lt;br /&gt;4] be a better person&lt;br /&gt;[- cherish those who love me the same selfless way&lt;br /&gt;  -be more responsible &amp;amp; take more initiative&lt;br /&gt;  - Say hi and be friendlier :D&lt;br /&gt;  - reduce gossip tank by ..ermm. 1/4 ? :D&lt;br /&gt;  - perservere in touch ! ]&lt;br /&gt;5] live my life the way i know best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : my F.R.I.E.N.D.S isnt loading )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8318412875533614264?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8318412875533614264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8318412875533614264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8318412875533614264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8318412875533614264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/eve-of-eve.html' title='eve of eve'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5777069482840753700</id><published>2009-12-21T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:18:53.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HINTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPLASH ACROSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A PAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT YO&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T GET IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;ps: REDUCE YOUR USAGE OF UNNECESSARY WRAPPING ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5777069482840753700?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5777069482840753700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5777069482840753700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5777069482840753700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5777069482840753700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7302530266015597612</id><published>2009-12-21T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:14:46.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aloneathome</title><content type='html'>this past couple days&lt;br /&gt;have been one of the deeeepest pit of my life&lt;br /&gt;number one. cuz ive passed them hopelessly meaningless-ly&lt;br /&gt;[out of obligation to fill up the required number of days i spend 'relaxing at home and bonding with the family' so thaat i can go out the next couple of days&lt;br /&gt;although considering my parents, i very much doubt it]&lt;br /&gt;life is just never satisfying for any teenager&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ive been thinking of new year resolutions&lt;br /&gt;ive hardly kept to any of em. usually i forget after the third day .HEH&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. chrrrristmas&lt;br /&gt;omg, YOU KNOWWWWW HOW MUCH I LOOOOOVE CHRISTMAS ?&lt;br /&gt;forget the snow, just the familial spirit, im so in loved with the utopian world&lt;br /&gt;thaat i could even forget the horrendous zit on my nose just indulging in a 'christmas'y moment&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;this year is going to be SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE LAST THO&lt;br /&gt;i don quite understand WHY OH WHY i cant go out and celebrate xmas&lt;br /&gt;when 'celebrating' xmas at home is crap&lt;br /&gt;lyk ohkay, if i go out my mum and bro would be at home on christmas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thaat would suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;but whaats the point&lt;br /&gt;if my mum dint plan on following traditions after i turned sixteen&lt;br /&gt;i'd much rather she never brought into my life in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;[&amp;amp; my oh-i'm-rich-&amp;amp;-i-think-im-so-classy neighbour just bloody sprayed the entire corridor outside with her all-mighty replellent. &amp;amp; I CAN SMELL THE POISON x.x ]&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; q has been accumulating merit points for&lt;br /&gt;shit-est bf of the year this past couple of days&lt;br /&gt;coach alr won [omg i typed 'woned' at first. wakakas. CXXX ! her brilliant influence]&lt;br /&gt;shit-est ****h award,&lt;br /&gt;handsdown -&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;im having a MEGGGAAAA HEADACHE trying to do xmas shopping )))))):&lt;br /&gt;lyk literally,&lt;br /&gt;ive just been this lethargic little fish this couple of days&lt;br /&gt;out of water&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TRYING TO BREATHE OUT OF WATER ?&lt;br /&gt;omg, and the more i think of how i want to move out [&amp;amp; buy my own fishbowl]&lt;br /&gt;the more ridiculous it seems to become&lt;br /&gt;not because of the fact thaat i probably wont have enough money&lt;br /&gt;but lyk, im so tied down to all my obligations my family&lt;br /&gt;thaat im never going to be allowed a free rein over my life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i feeel so trapped inside this mental cell of mine thaat&lt;br /&gt;any means of escape&lt;br /&gt;the tunnel you dig with a spoon&lt;br /&gt;is collapsing on me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes i feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;that while i would climb out of thaat tunnel&lt;br /&gt;before i reach the end&lt;br /&gt;god will play a diabolical joke on me&lt;br /&gt;and the whole tunnel will just collapse on&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i shall die of suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;[thaat was stream of consiousness,well its really all in my head , so dont worry]&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, im going out with the dwarfs tomo:D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; christmas is coming&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; whaat horrible thing could possibly happen right(: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: deep down we all have dark sides&lt;br /&gt;pps: i just had a moment thinking .. how nice it would be to have a 2nd chance at life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7302530266015597612?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/7302530266015597612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=7302530266015597612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7302530266015597612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7302530266015597612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/aloneathome.html' title='aloneathome'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3006680522544804893</id><published>2009-12-19T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:58:18.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTMAS LIST :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1] sports bra&lt;br /&gt;2] the gift-a-name plus sized Goofy plush toy&lt;br /&gt;3] necklace&lt;br /&gt;4] a-gogo bag&lt;br /&gt;5] whaat money cant buy,&lt;br /&gt;a little thing called&lt;br /&gt; -love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3006680522544804893?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3006680522544804893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3006680522544804893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3006680522544804893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3006680522544804893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html' title='CHRISTMAS LIST'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-2240402321749008683</id><published>2009-12-08T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:53:43.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>' We get so caught up in all of it&lt;br /&gt;Business and relationships, 100 mile an hour lives&lt;br /&gt;And it's this time of year and everybody's here&lt;br /&gt;It seems the last thing on your mind '&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas is something more, taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's probably the only TRUE artist in our era.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHCHOOOO X5&lt;br /&gt;oh man, here comes another. AHHHHCHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;[heh, q misses me &lt;3 AHHHHHCHOOOOO ]&lt;br /&gt;well, im starting work tomo. IM EXXXXCITED !&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks, deciding whaat to wear tomo&lt;br /&gt;just watched couple retreat&lt;br /&gt;was pretty cool :D&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, well, it still a lameass american romcom&lt;br /&gt;but still, it still isnt easy for a director to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subtly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry the msg across, no ? well either that or im naive.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;yea, q's been away. wouldnt say im dying&lt;br /&gt;im excited for him ! wakakakkas, well, i hope he's having a blast&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i want to hear whaat happened there&lt;br /&gt;and all the excitment and stuff&lt;br /&gt;awwww, i love him so much (:&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, hmmm. well. nothing&lt;br /&gt;wakkakas, truth be told i love him very very much&lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;altho life is kinda spaced out right now since he's been away&lt;br /&gt;and we havent spent any time together, but it feels alright(;&lt;br /&gt;beats us being both around but not really goin out.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;HEH, i miss yz toooooooo !&lt;br /&gt;thaaat girl is soaking up some serious sun and having a BLAST&lt;br /&gt;omg, i am so envious of her being so near a beautiful BEACH&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO TO THE BEEEEAACCHHH &amp;amp; SOAK IN THE SUUUUUN&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; do so much more&lt;br /&gt;wakakas&lt;br /&gt;well, im not write a looooooong paragraph bout how i miss yz&lt;br /&gt;cuz that'd be kinda gay ?&lt;br /&gt;yea. heheh&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchidlDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: AAAHHHHHCHOOO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-2240402321749008683?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/2240402321749008683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=2240402321749008683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2240402321749008683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2240402321749008683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-get-so-caught-up-in-all-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1024865244657971723</id><published>2009-12-05T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:15:47.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1</title><content type='html'>my baby has finally gone to china ))))))))))))): saddened&lt;br /&gt;so today marks DAY 1 . or should it be tomo ?&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, errrr. sama sama lah hor&lt;br /&gt;so anyway TOUCH CAMP&lt;br /&gt;was fun fun ~&lt;br /&gt;there were classic moments you could only find in our team&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, and well really, our team is truly&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF A KIND :D&lt;br /&gt;in spite of it all, i still love them (:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, err. yea. so hubbs went&lt;br /&gt;i gave him an envelope of stuff:D&lt;br /&gt;always, well, the unbearable i-miss-him-so-much feeling hasnt&lt;br /&gt;kicked in in full swing yet, so im actually still pretty alright C:&lt;br /&gt;truth be told&lt;br /&gt;IM EXCITED FOR HIM ! wakakkakas. considering that i don get to&lt;br /&gt;go overseas this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333 AND HE GETS TO TRY PEKING DUCK. walaoooooooo ~&lt;br /&gt;unfairness. wakakaks&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1024865244657971723?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1024865244657971723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1024865244657971723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1024865244657971723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1024865244657971723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-1.html' title='DAY 1'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8441492541033282206</id><published>2009-12-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:26:05.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANNNNNNNZHENNNNNN ! wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;fellow dwarf's finally SEVENTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;after all the crap we've been through:D&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;skipped training today&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel the slightest guilt.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll come come thursday, but ohwell&lt;br /&gt;whatever- lol&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE HOOOOOOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;im wanna do what i want when i want to&lt;br /&gt;that way, i wont itch to do distracting things&lt;br /&gt;when i should be mugging for As&lt;br /&gt;omg, its all too soon o.-&lt;br /&gt;just last year was Os. and now its As&lt;br /&gt;0.--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY HEARD Q&lt;3 [omg, this really nice old song's playing on the radio. BUT I CANT RMB THE NAME. drats. by simple plan]&lt;br /&gt;voice, loveyouloveyouloveyou&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i figure since now's a busy period&lt;br /&gt;we're not going to spend alot of time tgt&lt;br /&gt;and ..strangely i feel ohkay with that&lt;br /&gt;im not as needy . which is a good thing, needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldnt deny that there's a spark missng somewhere&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt be overly worried bout it tho&lt;br /&gt;its been dimming for ages,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats just part of being in love during the &lt;strike&gt;turbulent&lt;/strike&gt;teenage life&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMMMMMM, whats new ?&lt;br /&gt;well, the holiday in msia was pretty awesome:D&lt;br /&gt;for one, mum was in a perpetual good mood&lt;br /&gt;so was korkor, so had fun(:&lt;br /&gt;even tho we never made it to peneng, i think its just my destiny to never go there&lt;br /&gt;and this year, true to their trueselves, the folks made a promise to 'go H.K NEXT YEAR OHKAY, WE SAVE MONEY THIS YEAR' yada yada. &amp;amp; true to myself, i got all pissed and angsty, but what the hell, it blew over almost in a sec. cuz i changed my tots channel to q. heh&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT THE DWARFS SOME CUTE STUFF:D&lt;br /&gt;mind,it isnt much, cuz there really isnt much souvenir to buy in KL&lt;br /&gt;planning to get my parents rings for xmas&lt;br /&gt;problem is, i havent got a CLUE what their ring size is =/&lt;br /&gt;HOW ?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a thousand thoughts must have crossed my mind these past couple of days&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt take the time to write it down =/ [alliteration]&lt;br /&gt;well, cept for the song lyrics in my head, and in my imagination i would have&lt;br /&gt;totally got a song written out if i could play the chords on my rotting guitar. wakakaks&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLL&lt;br /&gt;HMm, well yea a thousand thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; btw,&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the ramblings of a child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8441492541033282206?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8441492541033282206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8441492541033282206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8441492541033282206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8441492541033282206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/12/midnight.html' title='midnight'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1480138989090607587</id><published>2009-11-23T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:18:59.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shock</title><content type='html'>just back from fb&lt;br /&gt;there used to be this chubbier-than-me girl with buck teeth and a mouth that didnt shut up&lt;br /&gt;NOW GUESS WHAT -SHES A MODEL&lt;br /&gt;wakakakkakakkas, omg, well, im in shock&lt;br /&gt;cuz firstly i have NO idea how she shed off ALL the baby fat.&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell, GOOD FOR YOU GIRL:D&lt;br /&gt;wakakakkakakas, im still finding it hilarious&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you know i think i'll grow up to be one of those&lt;br /&gt;soccer mums . wakakakas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ohkay well&lt;br /&gt;i was walking down the escalator today&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;you know how you always get one of those zone out moments&lt;br /&gt;when you take out the mrt ?&lt;br /&gt;like you're living in your bubble&lt;br /&gt;wellyea,&lt;br /&gt;so i had one of em,&lt;br /&gt;was walking down the escalator, then i nearly went to far forward&lt;br /&gt;and everything went blur-&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to bring my foot back in time to hit ground&lt;br /&gt;or i would have sent myself tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;UGLY, the escalator hurts, to the max&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;yea well, so huang hu jian, i came to realize&lt;br /&gt;its kinda like life now.&lt;br /&gt;we're all in such a rush, in our own world,&lt;br /&gt;some eventually become impossibly self-centered&lt;br /&gt;that we overlook, leading to our downfall&lt;br /&gt;if you're lucky, [like sam] you can still retrace your steps&lt;br /&gt;and pick up from there.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks, isnt it so melodramatic, ohwell&lt;br /&gt;im like thaat&lt;br /&gt;(:*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i felt super sore bout rug, shant talk bout it&lt;br /&gt;it'll just make the bitterness surge again&lt;br /&gt;so much so that it overwhelms the sweetness=/&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY, had a flu jab today&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to go with q&lt;br /&gt;but the place had too many ppl&lt;br /&gt;and i tot it looked kinda dodgy, wakakakas [sorry baby ! hee]&lt;br /&gt;so wounded up goin to raffles afterall with zhen&lt;br /&gt;[q had bridging, mybaby with other babies ! awwww, wakakakas]&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;EERR, yea:D&lt;br /&gt;yea, den went to settle couple of groceries with zhen&lt;br /&gt;bought NEW SHOES, those cheapo draw-on-me shoes:D&lt;br /&gt;cuz otherwise i havent got anything to match my clothes, yea,heh&lt;br /&gt;den watched ETERNAL SUNSHINE IN A SPOTLESS MIND&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome, jim carry show, wakakas&lt;br /&gt;it got us all shouting and yelling&lt;br /&gt;and zhen let out that 'awwwwww' sigh which half creeped me out&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;OH, and i so caught hubbs on a i'm-so-not-listening-to-you moment&lt;br /&gt;HA !&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i have a pile of underwear [not even mine] beside me to be folded&lt;br /&gt;but i really cant be botheredd&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;HAD CLASS OUTING:D&lt;br /&gt;got a tad pissy, but ohwell, i din't keep it to myself&lt;br /&gt;so it was aaaaalright(:&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise it was AWESOME:DDDD heh. real fun&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUN&lt;br /&gt;wakakas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i ripped luomin's button ! wakakkakas. OOOOPS !&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;sooo ~ im leavin on wed's morn&lt;br /&gt;back on sun's morn&lt;br /&gt;which isnt very long&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M GONNA MISS MY HUBBY ):&lt;br /&gt;AND THE DWARFS ! [YZ LEAVING ON THE 26TH]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MARIAH AND NIK AND THE POWER RANGERS&lt;br /&gt;AND MC N SHI THE RUG PPL&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1480138989090607587?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1480138989090607587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1480138989090607587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1480138989090607587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1480138989090607587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/shock.html' title='shock'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8044355754951554084</id><published>2009-11-18T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:44:10.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>schooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool</title><content type='html'>q's beside me now,&lt;br /&gt;not sure if he's looking,&lt;br /&gt;but ANYWAAAAAAAAY,&lt;br /&gt;he's been pretty much a grump today&lt;br /&gt;huahuas~&lt;br /&gt;fallin in soon&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;not much today, cept that&lt;br /&gt;its pretty hectice o.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its kinda scary how we have to start studying again&lt;br /&gt;and doing all the work again&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;STILL CANT FIND A DAY TO CELEBRATE YZ'S BIRTHDAY.damnit&lt;br /&gt;gonna have rug later =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my baby&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8044355754951554084?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8044355754951554084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8044355754951554084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8044355754951554084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8044355754951554084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/schooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool.html' title='schooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1225098365159812248</id><published>2009-11-16T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:44:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>depth</title><content type='html'>today has been one of those complicating days&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its just getting more entangled&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;[class]&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im too harsh&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if you had reasonable reasons&lt;br /&gt;or if you at least had the guts to tell me&lt;br /&gt;sheepishly your rubbish reasons&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt have minded&lt;br /&gt;i would have appreciated the honesty&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;and ive finally told q some stuff&lt;br /&gt;that ive been thinking about for ages&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; instead of being an egomaniac [lyk most boys, or sometimes himself too]&lt;br /&gt;he listened, reasoned and understood,&lt;br /&gt;and this adds to the long list of reasons of why i love him:D&lt;br /&gt;wakakas,&lt;br /&gt;it'd be annoying to be dating the polar-end of egomaniacs too. (:&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop nagging to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think its unfair how&lt;br /&gt;i don let myself be that irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend, who couldnt care less ah&lt;br /&gt;then i'd save alot of saliva.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it wouldnt feel right if i didnt nag&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;but anyways,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt; lovin' ma boy~ XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, lucky only close friends read this blog ah&lt;br /&gt;oh and went parktor-ing with q today&lt;br /&gt;it was a lovely break from school(:&lt;br /&gt;heeeh, and i just might learn how to whack like Soo-Ji&lt;br /&gt;but meantime, my hubby is really getting better&lt;br /&gt;or at least i like to think so&lt;br /&gt;and then again, it really is too early to tell(:&lt;br /&gt;and like he said&lt;br /&gt;'see first ah, if we last the week * grins* '&lt;br /&gt;wakakas,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere beneath that shallow exterior of his&lt;br /&gt;is a deep valley of thought and love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;today was release of results&lt;br /&gt;like the teacher said, some dint deserved to promote&lt;br /&gt;but did anyway&lt;br /&gt;life isnt fair, it never is, but it all depends on&lt;br /&gt;your own will to make things right again.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, if you were one of those lucky few&lt;br /&gt;who got past life's unfairness and dint get what you&lt;br /&gt;actually deserved,&lt;br /&gt;you should feel relieved, ashamed, and an even stronger will&lt;br /&gt;to work harder to prove your place&lt;br /&gt;to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i think we all want to become a better person&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason&lt;br /&gt;people usually get lost on the way there&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand why-&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, feeling a little unnecessarily 'deep' today ah&lt;br /&gt;too much maturity for one day&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, it kinda annoys me..&lt;br /&gt;so anyway yea,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think only being with the old&lt;br /&gt;yt ppl can i get the same lvl of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;not saying that the ny ppl are shallow&lt;br /&gt;they aren't&lt;br /&gt;cept that the jc curriculum is so crazy that&lt;br /&gt;you dont really get the luxury to talk&lt;br /&gt;bout stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:  DWARF MEETING !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1225098365159812248?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1225098365159812248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1225098365159812248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1225098365159812248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1225098365159812248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/depth.html' title='depth'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5789591136028443586</id><published>2009-11-15T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:57:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>today was soooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;dreary&lt;br /&gt;its raining now&lt;br /&gt;those gentle quiet rain sort&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; q IS BOTAK NOW, wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;well, i havent seen him yet.&lt;br /&gt;so shant blog bout it yet..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;decided to clean up my room&lt;br /&gt;made my mobile studio into a&lt;br /&gt;errm.&lt;br /&gt;well, i just add couple of mini shelves and stuff like&lt;br /&gt;that to hold my accessories :D&lt;br /&gt;and threw away quite alot of my old accessories too&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then lost a recently bought pendent along the way=/&lt;br /&gt;shall search for it later&lt;br /&gt;hm, its still gonna BUSY BUSY WEEK&lt;br /&gt;zzz, havent really got to slack-ed off&lt;br /&gt;but its ohkay, i don wanna lose my momentum&lt;br /&gt;found it back for the promos&lt;br /&gt;but now i can feel myself losing touch with math and econs again&lt;br /&gt;THE HORROR&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;been reading tues with morrie&lt;br /&gt;well, its definitely insightful,&lt;br /&gt;but not in a self-realization kind of way&lt;br /&gt;the author pretty much wrote it out quite&lt;br /&gt;blatantly,&lt;br /&gt;but its still a nice book nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;and i think the most thought-provoking question..&lt;br /&gt;for a teenagers aywy&lt;br /&gt;'Am i the person i want to be ?&lt;br /&gt;Am i doing what i want to do to be the person i want to be?'&lt;br /&gt;cuz honestly, i think its rather true that most of us are just&lt;br /&gt;withering away in school&lt;br /&gt;shedding away all the layers of imagination&lt;br /&gt;we use to have&lt;br /&gt;that in the real world,&lt;br /&gt;is really all we need to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, its singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: FUUUUUULLSTOP-&lt;br /&gt;pps: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all the people i care and love C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5789591136028443586?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5789591136028443586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5789591136028443586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5789591136028443586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5789591136028443586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-2450505448009242942</id><published>2009-11-14T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:21:02.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first &amp; last</title><content type='html'>Now isnt the right timing,&lt;br /&gt;not the timing&lt;br /&gt;my emotions would surge&lt;br /&gt;to give me inspiration to write anyway&lt;br /&gt;[its 11 in the morn]&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;while the bitter &amp;amp; broken&lt;br /&gt;or cynics &amp;amp; skeptics&lt;br /&gt;might throw their heads back and laugh&lt;br /&gt;i know that deep beneath it all&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou&amp;amp;youloveme &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD MORNING HUBBBBBBY :D&lt;br /&gt;MUAAAAAAAK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: wakakaks, well, that's a first on my blog(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-2450505448009242942?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/2450505448009242942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=2450505448009242942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2450505448009242942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2450505448009242942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-last.html' title='first &amp; last'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4234527674320470856</id><published>2009-11-14T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:23:05.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10days</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;''people have the freedom to love. to choose who we give our hearts to. but what's the use of this freedom if the person you love also has the freedom to love somebody else?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ain't it sad ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes the people who deserved ever more to be loved&lt;br /&gt;just won't get God's blessing.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;lol, well ohkay havent blogged for ten days&lt;br /&gt;should do abit of reflection now.&lt;br /&gt;q &amp;amp; I are talking now,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some of the love-perks are back&lt;br /&gt;but i can tell you for sure&lt;br /&gt;from now on&lt;br /&gt;your words only mean so much.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen too many dumb girls get their hearts broken&lt;br /&gt;over some jerks&lt;br /&gt;and I've told them to just get over it&lt;br /&gt;cuz it just ain't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i should be taking my own advice&lt;br /&gt;if all you've got in store for me&lt;br /&gt;are words&lt;br /&gt;more words&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more plain old words&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but words don't cut it in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you truly whole-heartedly loved someone&lt;br /&gt;all the wonderful things you see couples do for each other in movies&lt;br /&gt;will come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, its just all a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Asian all touch today&lt;br /&gt;sucked to the core&lt;br /&gt;lol,&lt;br /&gt;i bought the Asian touch jersey tho&lt;br /&gt;memento :D&lt;br /&gt;ive nvr been much of a sports person&lt;br /&gt;but at least I HAVE EVIDENCE&lt;br /&gt;like my violin, organ, guitar, tutu , taekwondo Gee&lt;br /&gt;for ppl like shi &amp;amp; MC who refuse to believe me ):&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, it was HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well maybe NOT THAAAAAT bad&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell,&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to lose&lt;br /&gt;just imagine fighting with your bro/sis for the remote&lt;br /&gt;and he got to it first.&lt;br /&gt;same feeling&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;OP was a letdown&lt;br /&gt;but im over it.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sch's gonna start soon.&lt;br /&gt;ssssssssssssssssssssssssian&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO START CHRISTMAS SHOPPING SOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I love you,&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time&lt;br /&gt;you don't actually need a relationship to love somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i didnt hold back to allowing a 'we'&lt;br /&gt;just to go through the same shit all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps: you know how all girls have this 'i-want-to-change-this-boy's-lousy-attitude' syndrome ?&lt;br /&gt;yea. one day, we all grow out of it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4234527674320470856?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4234527674320470856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4234527674320470856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4234527674320470856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4234527674320470856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/10days.html' title='10days'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4982768174229363614</id><published>2009-11-03T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:06:44.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuleball</title><content type='html'>was on the way home&lt;br /&gt;had harrypotter&amp;amp;theglobletoffire with me&lt;br /&gt;my company home&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;was reading, ..&lt;br /&gt;and then it came to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'THE YULE BALL'&lt;/span&gt; chapter&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then i stopped, and stared at the words&lt;br /&gt;looked up,&lt;br /&gt;had my mind fizzle black and white&lt;br /&gt;and then shut the book tight&lt;br /&gt;and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as i tried to fight the bitterness surging&lt;br /&gt;through my body&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;love is an irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: thank you dwarfs&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;words alone are not enough to express gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;but love u guys lots &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4982768174229363614?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/4982768174229363614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=4982768174229363614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4982768174229363614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/4982768174229363614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/11/yuleball.html' title='yuleball'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-994854262136349770</id><published>2009-10-31T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:42:34.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>700th post</title><content type='html'>the rain is the volume of my tears&lt;br /&gt;the thunder, the cry of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the lightning&lt;br /&gt;cracked my heart-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-994854262136349770?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/994854262136349770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=994854262136349770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/994854262136349770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/994854262136349770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/700th-post.html' title='700th post'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3581278473529016820</id><published>2009-10-30T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:40:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vG43rzVh-NY/SusIraHd8JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GtPtEXOYS1E/s1600-h/3be9889f4f25f06a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vG43rzVh-NY/SusIraHd8JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GtPtEXOYS1E/s400/3be9889f4f25f06a.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398418120171712658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SAMANT%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SAMANT%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3581278473529016820?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3581278473529016820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3581278473529016820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3581278473529016820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3581278473529016820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vG43rzVh-NY/SusIraHd8JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GtPtEXOYS1E/s72-c/3be9889f4f25f06a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6436758162410519916</id><published>2009-10-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:44:45.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol, you know its kinda funny how&lt;br /&gt;im always ranting and throwing tantrums&lt;br /&gt;and have too much goin in my head&lt;br /&gt;and wanting to yell at my mum&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, its only my hubby can 'tame' me&lt;br /&gt;i think i drive him up the wall, &amp;amp;vice versa&lt;br /&gt;i love him for all the unconventional reasons,&lt;br /&gt;and i guess thats what makes it love&lt;br /&gt;when nobody else gets it ,&lt;br /&gt;cept for the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#194681;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#194681;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#194681;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Tu amor vale        más que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       millones de estrellas.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OI PEOPLE !&lt;br /&gt;BUY EM BEARS !&lt;br /&gt;PLEEEEEAAASEEEEE:D ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : love the dwarfs just as much(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6436758162410519916?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6436758162410519916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6436758162410519916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6436758162410519916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6436758162410519916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol-you-know-its-kinda-funny-how-im.html' title=''/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-859166978973406987</id><published>2009-10-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:08:45.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ltc</title><content type='html'>im missing on the possibly one of those other GREATEST CAMP OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;to date, the greatest was NCO camp &amp;amp; the one we went as AIs&lt;br /&gt;those were A.W.E.S.O.M.E&lt;br /&gt;and now here comes along LTC&lt;br /&gt;im so not into the leadership crap anymre,&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna go, cuz of the process..&lt;br /&gt;and i cant ):&lt;br /&gt;my mum AND SOMEBODY ELSE is disapproving of it&lt;br /&gt;and well..&lt;br /&gt;i asked my mum for more freedom in exchange&lt;br /&gt;like a 12 curfew&lt;br /&gt;its not like im gonna start crawling home naked midnight&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE GAVE ME A FLAT NO.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, im fighting for my rights&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of the way my fam works i hate it .I HATE IT&lt;br /&gt;I HATE  IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT&lt;br /&gt;I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then the person you expect the most comfort from comes and gives you crap&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you know whaat, im saying it so often im actually believing it&lt;br /&gt;i really do want/cant wait to move out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; once im out, im probably never coming back&lt;br /&gt;its not that i don't love my family&lt;br /&gt;if anything, i love their quirkiness mre than anything [ohkay, that was an overstatement]&lt;br /&gt;but point is, i do love my family&lt;br /&gt;you know ? its like you're bounded to them&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you hate your family, that invisible line is ever so visible and you can feel it&lt;br /&gt;you cant cut it off&lt;br /&gt;but if the mayan calendar were true,&lt;br /&gt;or even then, as ive always said, carpe diem&lt;br /&gt;im am sooooo gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna start small, but i'll get there&lt;br /&gt;i am so sick of N.A.T.O. and it kinda scares me to be honest&lt;br /&gt;cuz if i become that independent person out of sheer tenacity&lt;br /&gt;i am going to end up shutting myself from the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;cuz independent means i dont need a cushion when i fall&lt;br /&gt;independent means i wont be needing that comforting hug or those sweet lil things that ppl do for you in life to make it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that is just where i might wind up at if ppl around me keep pushing me to be&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, pw has been hell&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say im very proud of my work&lt;br /&gt;but at least im super proud of my group :D&lt;br /&gt;we have been the best teammates you could possibly get under jc circumstances (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think they R.U.L.E. wakakaks..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ps : sometimes i just want to chop you up and toss you into the bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;but you better thank god i love you too much to do thaat, and that i very much prefer you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;in one piece. muak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pps: as ain put's it, sam is a 'violent weirdo' and i know the aggressiveness can come off as scary sometimes, but i really just am a small girl with big dreams (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps: if i have thaat cryptic smile on my face, im threading on the fishline that might just break and let forth the emo-ness that is such a huge part of me&lt;br /&gt;pppps: oh and i did good at promos, well, not FANTASTIC ! GOOD , i fell short of my goals, but i improved nonetheless, but i hardly feel any joy, its not thaat much of a mystery why, but anyway..&lt;br /&gt;*i just let out a sigh so heavy it could have crushed you* to be honest, im still coming to terms with my life. im not one of those girls who can just lay back in life and live the way they want and go to parties and drink and have an occasional fling. well, maybe i could, but there are reasons why im not. &amp;amp; on rainy days, the reasons just become so bloody obsure. and the tempatations just grow everyday.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont get whaat im saying, its ohkay, cuz nobody usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-859166978973406987?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/859166978973406987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=859166978973406987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/859166978973406987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/859166978973406987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/ltc.html' title='ltc'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-9032338337486103053</id><published>2009-10-19T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:46:55.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cramp day</title><content type='html'>ytd was em0oo day, pretty evidently. heh&lt;br /&gt;today is cramp day )):&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, ' mz says hiiiii :D ' &lt; interruption&lt;br /&gt;heh, aywy.. yep . i realize&lt;br /&gt;i really still do love my hubby very much&lt;br /&gt;just that sometimes, the truth is very obsured&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well, wtv it is, or it was.&lt;br /&gt;carpe diem, right(: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : CRAMP ))))))))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-9032338337486103053?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/9032338337486103053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=9032338337486103053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/9032338337486103053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/9032338337486103053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/cramp-day.html' title='cramp day'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6011744845082731577</id><published>2009-10-19T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:17:49.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i thought</title><content type='html'>i think alot, period.&lt;br /&gt;i know i do&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i overthink&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i don't think i did&lt;br /&gt;cuz ive thought about for..&lt;br /&gt;at least a couple of months now.&lt;br /&gt;actually, since we started&lt;br /&gt;and i think its time we sort it out&lt;br /&gt;well, no&lt;br /&gt;its time I sort it out&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just watched 500daysofsummer&lt;br /&gt;which was a hmm.. well typical brit movie&lt;br /&gt;no climax. just showing you life everyday&lt;br /&gt;but it was .. well, i kinda liked it&lt;br /&gt;(: &amp;amp; i watched it alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;which was ohkay, cuz that's pretty much how it&lt;br /&gt;had always been, a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its been throbbing all this while&lt;br /&gt;maybe ive been crying all this while&lt;br /&gt;maybe ive been cringing all this while&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i was waiting for me to do it&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't, so how ?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &amp;amp;deepinsideistillknowsomewheredownthereiloveyou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6011744845082731577?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6011744845082731577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6011744845082731577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6011744845082731577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6011744845082731577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-thought.html' title='what i thought'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5850299040292267344</id><published>2009-10-17T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:51:00.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>im only daring to blog now cuz like&lt;br /&gt;im in front of the tv, so deres  like a reflection&lt;br /&gt;so if my parents are kpoh-ing i can SEE O.O&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks,&lt;br /&gt;yea,aywy, wanted to blog since ages&lt;br /&gt;but yea, just havent been. heh&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG, THE WEATHER IS CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;LIKE URRRRRRGH AHHHHH KIND&lt;br /&gt;SO AYWY&lt;br /&gt;yea i was having a all time low today&lt;br /&gt;during training&lt;br /&gt;like i almost literally HATE ..nah wakaks&lt;br /&gt;thats exaggerating&lt;br /&gt;but aywy, had training today&lt;br /&gt;after all the studying&lt;br /&gt;and i just felt crappy&lt;br /&gt;actually, i feel crappy bout EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;i literally suck in my CCA, i think im the slowest at the moment&lt;br /&gt;studies aint all great, nth like how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;i don have any extra co-curriculars&lt;br /&gt;like dancing or wtv&lt;br /&gt;just at home all the time&lt;br /&gt;god noes doing what&lt;br /&gt;like today isnt much different from ytd&lt;br /&gt;except for the occasional dates with q and clan&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, it just feels real crappy and real meaningless&lt;br /&gt;and i donno what to do=/&lt;br /&gt;i don have a drive to live my life&lt;br /&gt;like you know the kind of shit you watch about living your life to the fullest ?&lt;br /&gt;i have no dang idea what im doing with my life right now&lt;br /&gt;not much at least&lt;br /&gt;im just stucked in a sea of envy and inferiority&lt;br /&gt;wakaks, thats a new phrase coined by me&lt;br /&gt;and ELL exam was just shit man&lt;br /&gt;S.H.I.T.&lt;br /&gt;i totally messed it up)):&lt;br /&gt;oh god, and training was just horrible,&lt;br /&gt;H.O.R.R.I.B.LE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps ; sam lost her soul&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pps : at least thru it all i have my hubby and my dwarfs&lt;333&lt;br /&gt; ppps; i really do love you too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5850299040292267344?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5850299040292267344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5850299040292267344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5850299040292267344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5850299040292267344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/hm.html' title='hm.'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1382990127947088074</id><published>2009-10-04T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:30:55.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>econolit</title><content type='html'>having a miiiiiind block ;/&lt;br /&gt;bad time to have one, horrible time&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, but anyway&lt;br /&gt;went online to check if joshua uploaded the charac analysis&lt;br /&gt;AND HE HASSSNTTT. grahh&lt;br /&gt;annnoying ~&lt;br /&gt;wakaas, but he's real nice, so mr ng's forgiven(:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;alot of pessimism goin on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo, i donno, maybe i should take a bath again&lt;br /&gt;i alr did in the morn,&lt;br /&gt;but so mafan ;/&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, im goin back to lit after this&lt;br /&gt;then econs again&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* looks around her...&lt;br /&gt;mum on the com&lt;br /&gt;bro studying&lt;br /&gt;radio blasting..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how cx did it&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it did do her good in the end&lt;br /&gt;whatever today happens might not matter tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps : stilllovingthesightofyoursmile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pps :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; raya cookies almost finished :D CLD DO WITH REPLENISHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1382990127947088074?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1382990127947088074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1382990127947088074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1382990127947088074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1382990127947088074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/econolit.html' title='econolit'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-6434242228274035527</id><published>2009-10-03T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:47:52.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolates</title><content type='html'>i like chocolates&lt;br /&gt;always have&lt;br /&gt;but after sometime&lt;br /&gt;too much of it becomes bitter&lt;br /&gt;or the sweet taste just suddenly becomes revolting&lt;br /&gt;don't you think ?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;i've watched too many heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;too many hookups&lt;br /&gt;and i should know better&lt;br /&gt;when and where&lt;br /&gt;what and what not to do&lt;br /&gt;* my bro just off the room light, made the atmosphere a whole lot more appropriate lol&lt;br /&gt;but so far, ive only come to&lt;br /&gt;recognize what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;for your chocolate to turn bitter&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; in the end, all you've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;was something simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i ought to love myself more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6434242228274035527?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6434242228274035527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6434242228274035527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6434242228274035527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/6434242228274035527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolates.html' title='chocolates'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5869107614769254647</id><published>2009-09-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:53:56.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huihui</title><content type='html'>''hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;today i've changed my name to SALT!&lt;br /&gt;i love him very much but i just don't dare to show it or express it.&lt;br /&gt;my love for him stretches from the bottom of the sea to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;-SAM''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. gracious bao just invaded my blog.&lt;br /&gt;if you know me well enough, you'll know that&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say 'love stretches from the bottom of the sea to the sky'&lt;br /&gt;love streches over the seaa to the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;IMMMPOSTERRRR ! and bao forgot to put wcd in&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, before i got invaded&lt;br /&gt;was gonna talk bout how bao has&lt;br /&gt;CHEENANIZED ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sheeeees a cheenanizer cheenanizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh cheenanizer ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHES TALK TO ME IN CHINESES  NOW&lt;br /&gt;and she waaanted to print her 'THHING' ...&lt;br /&gt;‘eehh, 你不要用英问博克来反抗我 ahhh’&lt;br /&gt;EVVVVILL ~&lt;br /&gt;annnnd hubbs dint come to sch ):&lt;br /&gt;missssed him ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : huihui.peipei.baobao.meimei. EEEEEEEEEEE, gay persona&lt;br /&gt;pps :&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOMO GOIN TO AIIIN'S HSEEEEEE:DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5869107614769254647?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5869107614769254647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5869107614769254647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5869107614769254647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5869107614769254647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/huihui.html' title='huihui'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7868088586463719777</id><published>2009-09-28T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:04:40.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carpe diem</title><content type='html'>omg, the hod's voice's RINGING in the background&lt;br /&gt;grahh, you know what&lt;br /&gt;the biggest lesson ive learnt from having to watch&lt;br /&gt;11hrs worth of lectures [i have another 3 mre to go actually]&lt;br /&gt;is that i should really pay attention in lecture=/ cuz its&lt;br /&gt;so much easier that way&lt;br /&gt;and math isnt really thaat hard&lt;br /&gt;im just lazy&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;ooh and promos is like next week&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;next week..&lt;br /&gt;yup(:&lt;br /&gt;you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;people talk about the two kind of girls there is&lt;br /&gt;the kind you marry&lt;br /&gt;and the kind you date&lt;br /&gt;yea, im obviously the kind you marry&lt;br /&gt;but you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;i should really try to act my age&lt;br /&gt;once promos is over -&lt;br /&gt;i don recall the last time i really made an effort to dress =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps : &amp;amp; my love with you is all about carpe diem&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;pps: my hubby gives the best massagees:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ppps: 'when you make someone your priority, you become a choice'&lt;br /&gt;i like that quote(: i think its funny how the truth is just so blatant sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7868088586463719777?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/7868088586463719777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=7868088586463719777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7868088586463719777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7868088586463719777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/carpe-diem.html' title='carpe diem'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-866991834542343329</id><published>2009-09-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:20:08.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>omg. i only just finished binomial&lt;br /&gt;havent don much oh man oh man oh man ))))))):&lt;br /&gt;sld have started like a century ago&lt;br /&gt;oh man oh man ))):&lt;br /&gt;meeting q worked like an instant pick me up:DD&lt;br /&gt;heeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : off to study more vectors !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11333601.post-6650041130737851381</id><published>2009-09-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:52:24.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><content type='html'>did my ell..mm. well not all of it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate thaat long&lt;br /&gt;shall have to face math soon&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;was looking thru my old emails&lt;br /&gt;i deleted quite a lot from ages ago&lt;br /&gt;kinda rueful now&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, sld have kept em&lt;br /&gt;so that i can read thru and laugh..&lt;br /&gt;i still have chris's tho.&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, i cant believe i talked so stupidly&lt;br /&gt;then again, i guess cuz of that&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt depressed after the breakup&lt;br /&gt;'emo-ed' for the sake of it the next day back at sch&lt;br /&gt;for like what ? barely an hr ?&lt;br /&gt;then i was back again :D wakakakas&lt;br /&gt;and i can rmb yz pointing at me and asking ain what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;like i cant see. wahahas&lt;br /&gt;its a funny thing,&lt;br /&gt;what love is.&lt;br /&gt;or what different people define it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : if love could function on just three words,&lt;br /&gt;we wouldnt have so many celebrity break-ups now would we(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-6650041130737851381?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/6650041130737851381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=6650041130737851381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA YA'ALL :DDDDD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG, all the food and cookies. :PPPPPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, back to what i was saying(:&lt;br /&gt;yea,, watched robots on chnnl 5&lt;br /&gt;well, part of it. and it was enough to make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;wakakaks, aww, but it was really ever so heart warming !&lt;br /&gt;i tot it was crappy, at first, well, it still pretty much is&lt;br /&gt;even my bro agreed.&lt;br /&gt;but the happy ending plot always works for me:D&lt;br /&gt;and it was so nice to see the robot dad believe in him&lt;br /&gt;so much, awww, and .. hmm, it was so nice to even have a dad.&lt;br /&gt;im not complaining, loads of people are worse of, but still&lt;br /&gt;it would have been to nice to have a dad who cld piggyback you&lt;br /&gt;arnd the hse again, oooh, and there goes one drop ..hai.. its the pms&lt;br /&gt;i alwys get touchy when i get my pms. ohwell,(: movin on ~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeaa. today wasnt so bad, watched friends for a good hr and a half(:&lt;br /&gt;its hilarious i swear, waakakakas. i get it way better than himym aywy ~&lt;br /&gt;huahaus, and its by far, the only clear common liking i have with my mum, when i find another&lt;br /&gt;i shall list it down .&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it was kinda crappy, seeing that q dint want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;and that i had to do math, which i force fed myself to not much avail.&lt;br /&gt;it was torture. i had to stop before i choked and die. lol.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i saw this on yahoo news. wakaks. its actually kinda useful u noe. sld read&lt;br /&gt;it from time to time(:&lt;br /&gt;www.wretch.cc/blog/angelduck777/24982946&lt;br /&gt;and omg, ohkay, this taiwanese woman, music major in France, Paris&lt;br /&gt;OMG, wakakas, ohkay, nvm, YOUU shalll go to that blog on ur own&lt;br /&gt;and SEE. scroll down and look for a picture on the right side of the page and CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;it'll make youu droooool~~, well, if u're a girl at least. c:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gonna start on ell at twelve.&lt;br /&gt;went to cx's and ain's blog.&lt;br /&gt;saw the vid. awww. the lil boy was so cute. wakakas&lt;br /&gt;and you know what,&lt;br /&gt;when i have kids, they're all gonna be talented !&lt;br /&gt;send them for music classes and what not :DD&lt;br /&gt;so that when they turn fifteen, they wldnt be so filled with insecurities(:&lt;br /&gt;they have sth to assure themselves&lt;br /&gt;that theres at least one thing they can do.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;unlike moi, who still pretty much feels stucked in a suckfest&lt;br /&gt;studying for her promos, oh but wat the heck, the biggest highlight&lt;br /&gt;was that i finally understood ELASTICITY ! . wakakaks, i shall deal with math tomo&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately im still living in denial about vectors :// im gonna be in such deep shit&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ooh and got a hair cut, not much of a diff&lt;br /&gt;but my head feels loads lighter now&lt;br /&gt;and i like it better when i tie up my hair :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm, ohwell, whats new ?&lt;br /&gt;oh i have a uk trip next year. WHOOOO:DDD&lt;br /&gt;but i have i to work for the money ):&lt;br /&gt;1k, where on earth am i goin to get that kind of money=/&lt;br /&gt;you know how sometimes i get bratty&lt;br /&gt;and wonder why life is so unfair&lt;br /&gt;like how to some people 2k is a piece a cake&lt;br /&gt;to me its more than my fam's  monthly wage.&lt;br /&gt;but life cld be alot worse&lt;br /&gt;like i wldnt be chubby cuz of starvation&lt;br /&gt;or like hw i wldnt even be bloggin cuz i wldnt be owning a laptop&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaaap(:&lt;br /&gt;i sld be grateful and appreciate more in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pw formed the netherworld.&lt;br /&gt;now maths is my perpetual nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: im having weird dreams lately,&lt;br /&gt;like hw im on this mission to save the world&lt;br /&gt;wakakas&lt;br /&gt;its daaaaaaaamn thrilling. but scary too&lt;br /&gt;cuz everyone else is alwys there cept for q.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-306997413191170111?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/306997413191170111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=306997413191170111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/306997413191170111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/306997413191170111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/robots.html' title='robots'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-8263117469133885445</id><published>2009-09-17T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:29:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>panic</title><content type='html'>FINALLY FINISHED EDITING THE WR&lt;br /&gt;[well nt excatly, left with two parts. but wat the heck]&lt;br /&gt;still living in partial denail ):&lt;br /&gt;havent started on maths and vectors. AND OMG LAAH&lt;br /&gt;SCRREEEEEEEEEEEWED !&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;omg promos coming. damn scared&lt;br /&gt;omgomgoomogomg&lt;br /&gt;mustpromotemustpromotemustpromote !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i am quite on the verge of sth.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what yet&lt;br /&gt;but i shall figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: HAPPY BDAY ABANG :DDD&lt;br /&gt;pps: my motivation shall be a guiltless date after promos as promised by q&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-8263117469133885445?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/8263117469133885445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=8263117469133885445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8263117469133885445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/8263117469133885445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/panic.html' title='panic'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1071136087493564336</id><published>2009-09-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:20:35.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOH MY GAWWWD</title><content type='html'>ahhh, today was the earliest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;[well, not really, but ohwell :DD]&lt;br /&gt;so ended early, then met up with yz C: wakakas&lt;br /&gt;went to starbucks&lt;br /&gt;study study&lt;br /&gt;den rahimi came and twist her head,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but ya. wakakas&lt;br /&gt;den jarratt came and was being a total ass&lt;br /&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas,  FACE IT JARRATT, YOU'RE MEAN !&lt;br /&gt;.yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;den met ruohan. wakaks.&lt;br /&gt;whoooo i actually totally dint see at all, was distracted by sth else.&lt;br /&gt;don noe what, but yea. waakakas&lt;br /&gt;quite sad ah ruohan :D , invisible to my eyes o.o&lt;br /&gt;huahuas, but yea, so&lt;br /&gt;GENERALLY IT WAS A HAPPY DAY TODAY :D&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, ohwell, of cuz it was, got to spend time with&lt;br /&gt;the naggy one&lt;333 heheh (:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;past couple of days&lt;br /&gt;were real awesome too:DDD&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, well, i don really noe why im in this&lt;br /&gt;perpetual good mood&lt;br /&gt;but im not complaining:D&lt;br /&gt;cuz it keeps q happy too&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;speakin of him, his calling :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;heh, but i cant pick up )))):&lt;br /&gt;fam's WIDEEEE AWAKE 0.0&lt;br /&gt;oh but whr was i ?&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, wakakas&lt;br /&gt;yuppp, like.hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;its a new feeling, a good nice new feeling(:&lt;br /&gt;like you know one entire year, one entire cycle of the relationship drama&lt;br /&gt;it starts again ?&lt;br /&gt;yea, like friends again(:&lt;br /&gt;but liek attached friends..&lt;br /&gt;hmm, like .. well. i cant really put a word to it&lt;br /&gt;since its new. waakkakas&lt;br /&gt;when i do i'll come right back here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iloveyousomuchtoo&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den got back home&lt;br /&gt;been doin pw,&lt;br /&gt;im seriously dubious bout my pw&lt;br /&gt;like, i don have that twang that it'll be an 'A'&lt;br /&gt;MMM): and wr dateline is soon. shucks&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you know what&lt;br /&gt;it just occured to me&lt;br /&gt;that i need to take off my clothes&lt;br /&gt;and go for a swim !&lt;br /&gt;[well, with a bathin suit of cuz.&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;im a hug kind of person c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1071136087493564336?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1071136087493564336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1071136087493564336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1071136087493564336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1071136087493564336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/oooh-my-gawwwd.html' title='OOOH MY GAWWWD'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-4836695657986293541</id><published>2009-09-12T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:06:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGRY</title><content type='html'>UUUURGH, im daaaaaamn hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ps: qmia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-4836695657986293541?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7697965228710899836</id><published>2009-09-10T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:24:58.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maturity</title><content type='html'>it really got to me a couple of weeks back&lt;br /&gt;but i aint really 'fraid of showin it&lt;br /&gt;its prolly whaat most people think but cant&lt;br /&gt;express anyway.&lt;br /&gt;you know the cliched story of how&lt;br /&gt;two girls were born same year same day. blablab. same second .&lt;br /&gt;same father.different mather..wakakaks. sorry veering off&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY , yea like twitches and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but yea, errr. what was i saying ?.....&lt;br /&gt;OH , yea, but they end up having vastly different lives ?&lt;br /&gt;well, its kinda true dont you think ?&lt;br /&gt;especially for our generation&lt;br /&gt;the era when if u could sing or dance, or sing AND dance, is a&lt;br /&gt;mega plus and a total boost to ur status quo&lt;br /&gt;like, u don even need brains from then on&lt;br /&gt;just sing and dance just becus u can.&lt;br /&gt;nvm if u really love it, just do it cuz u'll be soaking in the&lt;br /&gt;fame after that.&lt;br /&gt;yea, and while one in a thousand gets to be the lucky star&lt;br /&gt;both metaphorically and literally&lt;br /&gt;the rest will just fall into the 'i wish-ed' catergory&lt;br /&gt;or the 'someone else is living my dream'  [while im stuck in PW hell]&lt;br /&gt;then, theres the arguement that, if it were really ur dream&lt;br /&gt;why dint u go all the way ?&lt;br /&gt;is that true ?&lt;br /&gt;if u went all the way, wld u have really made it ?&lt;br /&gt;just because u dint make it ur 'life's calling' ?&lt;br /&gt;then again, being set against our society as a background&lt;br /&gt;whr fashion doesnt stand out cuz its unique but becus its&lt;br /&gt;like every one else.&lt;br /&gt;first it was the miniskirts and the knee socks&lt;br /&gt;then it was the tights&lt;br /&gt;then the cardigans&lt;br /&gt;then the scarves&lt;br /&gt;then the v-tops and off shoulders&lt;br /&gt;then the vintage&lt;br /&gt;with the high skirts&lt;br /&gt;and retro with the funky colurs and polka dots&lt;br /&gt;mm, the fashion pretty much speaks for the entire singaporean social&lt;br /&gt;culture i thnk.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ive just entirely lost track of what i wanted to blog about.ahhaas.&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bad can life really be when i have my family, friends and boyfriend to&lt;br /&gt;shower me with love everyday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ps : and at least i have one part of my dream come true eh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;it might have happened a little too early too abrupt,but hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;at least i met my prince &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annoying&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i need a hair cut&lt;br /&gt;ppps: when u spend most of ur life bitching, dont expect yourself to still have buddies around 40(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7697965228710899836?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/7697965228710899836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=7697965228710899836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7697965228710899836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7697965228710899836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/maturity.html' title='maturity'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5263613521012065085</id><published>2009-09-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:22:55.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>ive shown the most profound side of hypocrisy i have today&lt;br /&gt;my life is over.&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;and i just sleeeeept my day away today=/&lt;br /&gt;mm, so i gotta stay up to do my work&lt;br /&gt;and theres rug tomo. grrrr&lt;br /&gt;oh and i came across this during ell research&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde: “ We should treat all the trivial things of life seriously and all  the serious things of life with sincere and studied triviality.”&lt;br /&gt;nice, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, im still a sucker for nice quotes ah&lt;br /&gt;[well, not the only one fortunately]&lt;br /&gt;so aywy yea, was researchin ell stuff&lt;br /&gt;came across vids on youtube RELATED TO ELL !&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. YAAAAYYYEE ! SO FUN&lt;br /&gt;wakakkas, im a geek, what to do,&lt;br /&gt;stucked in jc now, have all the liscence in the world to&lt;br /&gt;have no life now&lt;br /&gt;im so not screwing up my promos, NO. CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;so oh err ya, I WANT TO SHOW THE REST OF THE CLASS THE VIDS !&lt;br /&gt;heh, but ohwell, yea, i lost all the adds=/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; gotta go back to econs now, i reckon econs prolly'll have&lt;br /&gt;vids too. maybe i'll search ltr,&lt;br /&gt;AND MY MATHS&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;MY MAAATHS&lt;br /&gt;studystudystudystudystudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: EVERYONE ! STAYY STRONG YA'ALL&lt;br /&gt;couple of friends been feelin down&lt;br /&gt;seem to be needing lotsa support&lt;br /&gt;mm, the best sort u can get is the sort from yourself&lt;br /&gt;if you yourself cant conquer what daunts you&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think other's ppl comfort will(:&lt;br /&gt;sounds kinda harsh eh ? but ohwell, it just came to my mind that&lt;br /&gt;way,&lt;br /&gt;just hang in there ya'all&lt;br /&gt;after promos, all will be fine:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pps :  hubby;  i want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want  love you much&lt;333&gt; want want want want want &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want want, hee ~ &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5263613521012065085?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5263613521012065085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5263613521012065085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5263613521012065085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5263613521012065085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/hypocrisy.html' title='hypocrisy'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1522030216880671234</id><published>2009-09-02T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:24:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>havent been bloggin for a week. heh&lt;br /&gt;been caught up in studying and rug and tchers day and all that whoo haa.&lt;br /&gt;heh, ohwells&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT WE FINALLY GOT OUR RINGS :DDD&lt;br /&gt;q doesnt wear it=/&lt;br /&gt;it'd kinda gay, but ohwell, still kinda sad&lt;br /&gt;its bought and kept to collect dust&lt;br /&gt;but aywy the ring is georgous :D&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas, well, of cuz it is , looks whos wearing them:D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* researchin on spore's stand on cloning*&lt;br /&gt;errrr. yaa&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went to sch with yz today(:, girrl needed some samcomfort&lt;br /&gt;heheh, yeaa. was ravin bout singapore idol. for obvious reasons if you dont alr know&lt;br /&gt;but AYWY, oh ya, that reminds me&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'eh, she pretty right ?'&lt;br /&gt;'ya, quite, she what, mix ah ?'&lt;br /&gt;'ya ! indian and german'&lt;br /&gt;'she quite pretty, and hot and quite pretty'&lt;br /&gt;'...'&lt;br /&gt;then the conversation went on about how i look like his grandma&lt;br /&gt;cept that it was really monolouge&lt;br /&gt;i dint say much&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeaa, so went to sch with yz&lt;br /&gt;:DDDits always awesome to have someone with&lt;br /&gt;the same wit-humor level as you :Dheheh&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeaa and waaaa, was DAAAAAAAMN tired today [talkin like mz]&lt;br /&gt;donno why&lt;br /&gt;slept thru half of econs&lt;br /&gt;and almost all of math&lt;br /&gt;the lecturer's nice, but mm, she crackles like a witch&lt;br /&gt;and once again today she was callin out to me -.-&lt;br /&gt;'hello there, the two girls comparing complexion&lt;br /&gt;can you copy first. don compare'&lt;br /&gt;the last time she announced to the whole lecture i was fallin off my chair in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;the last time she called me sleepin beauty&lt;br /&gt;the last time she told me not to lean on meizhen's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas, annnnnoying womaan.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maan, i really&lt;em&gt; amm&lt;/em&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;blarrgh&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRDAY BAOO:D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUOMIN :D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUNLING :D&lt;br /&gt;their bdays were all one after another, hoho&lt;br /&gt;wld have bought a cake but ohwells&lt;br /&gt;i tot it better to get em for EVERYONE next year&lt;br /&gt;next year we're EIIIIGGGHTTEEN&lt;br /&gt;legalised kids:D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, i havent go any inspiration to blog ah today&lt;br /&gt;aywys , caught up with lots of ppl on tchers day:D&lt;br /&gt;DWARFS&amp;amp;788&amp;amp;BAA&amp;amp;RH&lt;3333 WHOO !&lt;br /&gt;i see q everrryday, wakakakas,&lt;br /&gt;not complaining, three days without him always feels like a month&lt;br /&gt;HEH:D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoos ~&lt;br /&gt;yea, ELL gonna start soon, OH ! sld blog bout nus trip ahh ~&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, too lazy to yea&lt;br /&gt;LOVES YA'ALL&lt;br /&gt;four mre weeks to promo,STUDY STUDY STUDYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i love you &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1522030216880671234?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1522030216880671234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1522030216880671234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1522030216880671234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1522030216880671234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3436305669499419577</id><published>2009-08-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:13:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facial</title><content type='html'>wth, i just spent one bloody hr printing my crap=/&lt;br /&gt;irrrritating,&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, but at least this time i managed to print double sided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;correctly&lt;/span&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;i can join mz in being a photocopy shop aunty soon:D&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morn round 8, mm&lt;br /&gt;had to go for facial&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, left a 100 deposit there for ages&lt;br /&gt;and so they finally called me to make me&lt;br /&gt;rid of it&lt;br /&gt;gave me some 90 buck facial and made me buy 50 bucks&lt;br /&gt;worth of cleanser. mm&lt;br /&gt;well, of cuz the facial felt awesome.wakakas&lt;br /&gt;with all the cooling liquid stuff&lt;br /&gt;it just kept coming layers after layers.&lt;br /&gt;my face felt like a cake. huahuas&lt;br /&gt;and there was the massage. WAA, i think thats why i&lt;br /&gt;agreed to go, despite being well aware&lt;br /&gt;of the pain i wld have to go thru&lt;br /&gt;from all the poking&lt;br /&gt;heh, yea well, the massage was FAB:DD wakakas&lt;br /&gt;oh but the poking was hell,&lt;br /&gt;the lady was nice, and i appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;but she was literally poking my ENTIRE FACE.ohgod&lt;br /&gt;quite sadly, the stubborn blackheads cant be removed):&lt;br /&gt;gotta wash em out, hmm, or maybe i just got tricked&lt;br /&gt;into buying the super exp cleanser ah, rubbish laa&lt;br /&gt;but aywy, yea, :D wakaks, shucks&lt;br /&gt;i was planning a blog entry on this during the pain&lt;br /&gt;to distract myself. cant rmb now...&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.. so yea.. IT HURT&lt;br /&gt;like hell, during the poking. and there was one part&lt;br /&gt;her hand was pressing my eye as well&lt;br /&gt;but she dint noe, so i was momentarily blinded as&lt;br /&gt;my eye got bruised=/&lt;br /&gt;all this, while my mum enjoyed shopping and&lt;br /&gt;discovered the wonders of daiso . wakakas&lt;br /&gt;she too got conered by some lady who wanted to&lt;br /&gt;sell her a hundred bucks worth of stuff to make her nails look shiny&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, if only i had this statuesque physic, physque ? wtv, u get the point&lt;br /&gt;TALLL&lt;br /&gt;i wld ... no wait, that'd be mean&lt;br /&gt;all the same, why would i want a hundred bucks worth of nail polish for ?&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;wakakas,&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I FORGOT THE HIGHLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;THE WOMAN SHAVED MY EYEBROWS.WALAO&lt;br /&gt;BLOOODY PLUCKED, SHAVED , PLUCKED SUMMRE AND SHAVED&lt;br /&gt;TIL I FELT LIKE THERES NTH LEFT. WTH&lt;br /&gt;but there is lah, thank god.wakakakas, its just thinner and mre shapy .&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, had a nice time with mummy today(:&lt;br /&gt;one of the rarest moment in my life, lol&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, then ate at ashtons, the waiter just took&lt;br /&gt;the menu off my mum's table w/o asking and&lt;br /&gt;she too just stared blankly.wkakkas mild shock&lt;br /&gt;i just laughed, so retarded lah, and yeawell , was privately thinking&lt;br /&gt;how fortunate for the man we werent those kinda prissy ppl&lt;br /&gt;or might have gotten hell&lt;br /&gt;same at the facial, lucky i wasnt some prissy bitch&lt;br /&gt;[i still am sometimes, but rarely :]&lt;br /&gt;or i wld have yelled in her face when she was&lt;br /&gt;operating on my face&lt;br /&gt;* sld be doing econs now&lt;br /&gt;bleah, weekend was real niceeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;hmm, speakin of which i need a diary=/&lt;br /&gt;a new one, i finished the last one&lt;br /&gt;i want to save my memories, and savour them when im older(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: love is when any sort of weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is good weather(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sun to come out and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rain to stay hme and cuddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp; the snow to skate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still lovin' you all the same (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pps : FUN TOUCH !&lt;br /&gt;ppps: YZ GET WELL SOON AITES&lt;333&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3436305669499419577?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3436305669499419577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3436305669499419577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3436305669499419577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3436305669499419577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/facial.html' title='facial'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-1681736535924132018</id><published>2009-08-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:24:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mm.</title><content type='html'>half my body is aching like mad&lt;br /&gt;im not paralyzed like the other ruggers&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, but im still bloody aching&lt;br /&gt;and i could do with a nice loooooong massage&lt;br /&gt;maaan.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;evidently, ive been pretty stressed out&lt;br /&gt;like really tensed&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it=/&lt;br /&gt;the only time i relax, honestly relax&lt;br /&gt;is when im snuggled up in bed&lt;br /&gt;reading harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;it may sound pathetic that my idea of a haven&lt;br /&gt;is the wizarding world&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck, it still is. lol&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;well, ive been pretty much fine&lt;br /&gt;havent seen much of anybody to be honest..&lt;br /&gt;at first i tot i wasnt seeing much of hubby&lt;br /&gt;which is quite an understatement considering&lt;br /&gt;we've gone home tgt on mondays, and to sch, bout 3 or 4 times in the past&lt;br /&gt;two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;see yz on some morns, but its usually always brief&lt;br /&gt;see grace and mz and van, but not much too, cuz of differing subs,&lt;br /&gt;and i don always stay for night study&lt;br /&gt;and even when i do, we're all doin our own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;even rug ppl, havent been goin hme with mc and sh for a couple of trainings&lt;br /&gt;cuz of fun touch=/ seen enough of cheryl tho.&lt;br /&gt;wakakakas, lucky she doesnt know my blog&lt;br /&gt;i dont see my fam very much either. in fact, i usually only see them when the skies are&lt;br /&gt;dark.&lt;br /&gt;early in the morn and after sunset. which is quite sad=/&lt;br /&gt;but considering how we always bicker, i don really mind. lol&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i might just be shrinking into my own world,&lt;br /&gt;because its safest when its just harry potty and me.&lt;br /&gt;like how hurtful/harmful could a book possibly be right ?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes i get those 'worthless' moments occasionally,&lt;br /&gt;like why the hell am i studying, i should be in africa saving kids&lt;br /&gt;i mean, thats where i'd much rather be, and doing something impactful&lt;br /&gt;rather than living in such a small world, and vying over trival matters like&lt;br /&gt;coach's attention. hm, well which i dont actually do, i just say it cuz its sound&lt;br /&gt;trival enough to put my point across.heh&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;did diving on thurs, have bruises =/&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;you know how people become detached ?&lt;br /&gt;cuz im an expert on it , having tons of experience myself.&lt;br /&gt;be it detachment among family, friends, lovers, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;its quite simple you know, out of sight out of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its not all too difficult to slip into that because of the&lt;br /&gt;sheer convenience of it all. you get it ?&lt;br /&gt;especially when what you want most is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;cuz then , you just start finding fault in everything&lt;br /&gt;and render the other person powerless.&lt;br /&gt;[stream of consciousness aka not very aware of what im saying, wakakas]&lt;br /&gt;you know when guys say 'its not you, its me'&lt;br /&gt;well, it bloody is, why do guys even say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGEL4&lt;br /&gt;sammiee&lt;br /&gt;ROCKSTARwanname&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps :  41 mre days to promos&lt;br /&gt;pps : love is usually either the simplest sweetest feeling on earth,&lt;br /&gt;or the most complex web you ever got yourself entrapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ppps : rings &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-1681736535924132018?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/1681736535924132018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=1681736535924132018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1681736535924132018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/1681736535924132018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/mm.html' title='mm.'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-2642201848948454278</id><published>2009-08-17T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:35:54.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp</title><content type='html'>omg, i would so love to camp at the school&lt;br /&gt;not cuz i like the premises,&lt;br /&gt;hardly, considering how spooky it is at night&lt;br /&gt;but aywys , yea , oh man&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY need more time&lt;br /&gt;omg omg&lt;br /&gt;and im alr study almost everybloody minute i have&lt;br /&gt;ive considered being a loner and just studying every&lt;br /&gt;possible break i have&lt;br /&gt;but that would be going against my morals&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ohwell, i know very well that what i actually is&lt;br /&gt;consultation&lt;br /&gt;which is almost impossible to get&lt;br /&gt;ARRGH.&lt;br /&gt;im still stuck in the netherworld created by MOE called&lt;br /&gt;PW-HELL&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they wonder why our suicidal rates are high&lt;br /&gt;ming zhi gu wen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i have lit poem, which i really want to take the time&lt;br /&gt;to do with q and do it properly&lt;br /&gt;URRRGH.&lt;br /&gt;i NEED MORE TIME&lt;br /&gt;MOREE  TIME&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO STUDY MATHS&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO STUDY ECONS&lt;br /&gt;I NEEEED MORE TIME&lt;br /&gt;omg, i can feel the stress mounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;PS :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love you ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'll always be here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-2642201848948454278?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/2642201848948454278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=2642201848948454278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2642201848948454278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2642201848948454278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/camp.html' title='camp'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5815371089797432669</id><published>2009-08-14T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:46:43.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dragged</title><content type='html'>omg,&lt;br /&gt;im starting my stress syndrome again&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i havent done anything at all&lt;br /&gt;omg, i can feel panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pps: when we get older&lt;br /&gt;it'd be something totally different&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we sld both have faith&lt;br /&gt;in the future&lt;br /&gt;we both planned to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5815371089797432669?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5815371089797432669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5815371089797432669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5815371089797432669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5815371089797432669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/dragged.html' title='dragged'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3238819873178429119</id><published>2009-08-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:30:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday</title><content type='html'>hmm, was more reasonably cheered up on my way home(:&lt;br /&gt;felt better after phone with mariah&lt;br /&gt;thanks woman:DDD wakakakas, she still says the most scandalous stuff la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;i cried, i sobbed, i nearly fainted in the bloody cubicle&lt;br /&gt;but i survived&lt;br /&gt;the night before i had bloody fever&lt;br /&gt;it was so cold&lt;br /&gt;when the bus drove past, my bones literally rattled&lt;br /&gt;and when i bathed&lt;br /&gt;every drop of water felt like needles pricking my skin&lt;br /&gt;and i was shivering like hell&lt;br /&gt;but i survived&lt;br /&gt;my parents got divorced&lt;br /&gt;my mum got an unconventional boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;my bro nearly lost his eyesight&lt;br /&gt;hm, i survived&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wonder,am i lucky&lt;br /&gt;or unlucky ?&lt;br /&gt;to not have to feel the pain, but to witness it&lt;br /&gt;it feels kinda numbing after some time, dont it ?&lt;br /&gt;and yet sometimes, i still just dissolved in tears.&lt;br /&gt;while i was crying in the toilet , i kinda tot of hermoine&lt;br /&gt;she does it all the times in the books, so i figured i sld try too&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, well, it dint turn out to very magical at all=/&lt;br /&gt;was bloody stuffy, and i was perspiring like a pig&lt;br /&gt;but there was tissue nearby(: and i cld blow my nose as loud as i wanted&lt;br /&gt;nobody cld tell me nothing :D&lt;br /&gt;in all the ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;you pick what you want to see&lt;br /&gt;what you want to feel&lt;br /&gt;if you choose to fill your brain with images full of scorn and squabbles&lt;br /&gt;then thats what you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;i may cry alot&lt;br /&gt;complain alot&lt;br /&gt;scowl alot for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;but thats just being me as well,&lt;br /&gt;but me being me too,&lt;br /&gt;i always think of the positive stuff in the end&lt;br /&gt;and for as long as i remembered&lt;br /&gt;all it ever took to pacify me was words&lt;br /&gt;i never asked for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;whether our story ends or not,&lt;br /&gt;im goin to get those rings(:&lt;br /&gt;just so that if our story ends,&lt;br /&gt;im starting the same paragraph for the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, its just something i think you've already forgotten about&lt;br /&gt;so i may as well go and do it&lt;br /&gt;and surprise you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : stupidity is a syndrome of love,&lt;br /&gt;so if you haven't got it,&lt;br /&gt;then i guess,&lt;br /&gt;you aren't very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; too bad for you&lt;br /&gt;cux you're missing out the world's best feeling(:&lt;br /&gt;pps: theres no need to be upset when you've already gave your best&lt;br /&gt;because then, what can you do ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3238819873178429119?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3238819873178429119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3238819873178429119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3238819873178429119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3238819873178429119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyday.html' title='everyday'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-5733805064796236015</id><published>2009-08-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:54:11.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uurgh, throbbing headache</title><content type='html'>oh man i can feel zits from hell comin again. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE :DDD heh, watched the parade on tv&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome :DD. liked all the singing and stuff. den dere was spore idol&lt;br /&gt;hm, well, i have a jealousy streak, so you know the rest&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;on the 7th was ANNIVERSARY :DD&lt;br /&gt;heheh, well, it was 'blast' wakakas&lt;br /&gt;hmm, but somehow i felt that there wasnt any other better way to spend it(:&lt;br /&gt;went ring shopping, to no avail&lt;br /&gt;the girl at couple lab was bloody rude&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how hubby can remain oblivious to these ppl&lt;br /&gt;yeaa(: so after that we celebrated our anniversary for bout an hr tgt&lt;br /&gt;which we spent eating canteen food, and ring shopping and squabbling&lt;br /&gt;[wakakaks, awww, but i really think it was nicely spent time tgt (: ]&lt;br /&gt;before goin back to our schedules =/&lt;br /&gt;ct invest was horrid, lol. well, cant be bothered so shant say much&lt;br /&gt;[i ammm a mouuntain ~ i am a talll tree~~, eh yz ? wakakas]&lt;br /&gt;theeeen met hubbs for awhile in the morn the next day&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;before class outing [photos on cx's blog, im still feelin to lazy to kop at the moment, heh]&lt;br /&gt;yeapp, which was a blast :D&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i got caught by mum for being out way later than i sld be,&lt;br /&gt; BUT FORTUNATELY it turned out to be a&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding on my part, AND I WAS SAVED BY MY BRO. ohman&lt;br /&gt;went out till midnight, do you have ANY IDEA when was the last time i was out thaat late and i wasnt with fam ?&lt;br /&gt;PRECISELY, idk when either. wakakkas&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, had fun at seoul garden, altho i'd admit my soul&lt;br /&gt;wasnt feeling very much at ease, i was unfortuantely too worried bout my curfew&lt;br /&gt;ohwell&lt;br /&gt;but i still did have fun during the dinner(: there was fartman, wakaks, which made things alot better&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, altho, i'd say the moment i saw cx and then the moment i saw hubbs, i felt all better:DDD&lt;br /&gt;yep, den went along the river to walk&lt;br /&gt;the skyline was beautiful, and since ive walked with the dwarfs before&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to walk with hubbs, which we did, awww, it was so nice:D&lt;br /&gt;and i guess he's right, sponteneous plannin does work out sometimes(:&lt;br /&gt;took lotsa photos, which once again , are all at cx's blog.huahuas(:&lt;br /&gt;and steph hasnt loaded her share up, so still waiting&lt;br /&gt;but i must say, i do look gorgeous, wakakakkaks:DD&lt;br /&gt;well, i alwys do . huahuas&lt;br /&gt;yep, seeing the class again, felt real nice(:&lt;br /&gt;like a part of me came back&lt;br /&gt;but not all were there so, yeawell, it was nice, but not like the class bbq(:&lt;br /&gt;yep, then took the train home, which was pretty hilarious.heheh&lt;br /&gt;when jingkai caused a woman's flip flops to slip off her foot, we just&lt;br /&gt;erupted.wakakas, and the guys were so silly takin the photos&lt;br /&gt;and us girls had our fair share too:D&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, den went home, tgt with hubbs, gave him the envelop&lt;br /&gt;heeee, once agin, everything was handmade, i don usually buy the right&lt;br /&gt;stuff, so i prefer to make em. hehhh, and hubbs prolly has a box full of my stuff by now.&lt;br /&gt;then he went round the neighbourhood to emo abit,&lt;br /&gt;as always i had to leave him all too soon&lt;br /&gt;but you know whaat ?&lt;br /&gt;for our first anniversary, i really do think it was awesome enough already :DD&lt;br /&gt;heh, altho there werent any rings, and stuff, we got to walk along the skyline&lt;br /&gt;see our friends, and had lotsa fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm, and i pretty much realized along the way, thats what my mum been&lt;br /&gt;trying to tell me all along bout birthdays and chrismases. but i stubbornly disagree&lt;br /&gt;and want things my way.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, hubby can teach me things like this just lyk dat,&lt;br /&gt;the hard way of cuz, considering we fought bout it and i made a fuss before,&lt;br /&gt;but yea, now i understand(:&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i love you so&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky for me, i got the imperfect boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who was the perfect boy for me&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;/span&gt;stilldeeplyinlove&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: and if not for cx , i would still be a very troubled child, thank you all so much for the stuff you said to me&lt;333 STILL LOVIN' YA :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pps: oneyearandcounting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-5733805064796236015?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/5733805064796236015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=5733805064796236015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5733805064796236015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/5733805064796236015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/uurgh-throbbing-headache.html' title='uurgh, throbbing headache'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-291914743447865643</id><published>2009-08-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:49:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huas</title><content type='html'>FIFTEEN MORE MINUTES TO ANNIVERSARY. AHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D;D;D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: ohman, i just love you so, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-291914743447865643?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/291914743447865643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=291914743447865643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/291914743447865643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/291914743447865643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/huas.html' title='huas'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-2501617164645344025</id><published>2009-08-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:06:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yz</title><content type='html'>just talked to yz&lt;br /&gt;obviously wat she said made sense&lt;br /&gt;or i wouldnt be here.lol&lt;br /&gt;and yeawell,what she said is right&lt;br /&gt;i should be mre patient too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ty yz :D&lt;br /&gt;pps: i just want to sleep right now and wake up to a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;i still get overemo when i pms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-2501617164645344025?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/2501617164645344025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=2501617164645344025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2501617164645344025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/2501617164645344025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/yz.html' title='yz'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-3434972495021339752</id><published>2009-08-05T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:47:18.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2mredays</title><content type='html'>crying is my coping mechanism&lt;br /&gt;screaming stops me from losing my sanity&lt;br /&gt;a combination of both is a representation of my&lt;br /&gt;anguish&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eating spicy chicken wings from kfc now&lt;br /&gt;found em in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;couldnt be bother to heat em up&lt;br /&gt;so im just munching on em now(:&lt;br /&gt;dint have the appetite for a proper dinner&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at the crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;and started dialing&lt;br /&gt;for bout half an hr, then decided to go down to wake&lt;br /&gt;the small boy up&lt;br /&gt;woke up an hr earlier than i needed to&lt;br /&gt;reached sch half an hr early&lt;br /&gt;he's mum was so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im too tired to fight&lt;br /&gt;too exhausted to solve anymre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want our &lt;strike&gt;old&lt;/strike&gt;life to carry on as it did before&lt;br /&gt;i just need time&lt;br /&gt;to get over the residue hurt&lt;br /&gt;from the lastimes&lt;br /&gt;which dont just flow away with the tears&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;i need time to build back my faith in you,&lt;br /&gt;so maybe thats why i become expectant&lt;br /&gt;cuz i thought you knew i'd need help to find it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this is a relationship that had its mountain highs&lt;br /&gt;and valley lows&lt;br /&gt;and i accept them, but now it feels like im climbing out of the valley&lt;br /&gt;on my own,&lt;br /&gt;we climbed the mountain highs together,&lt;br /&gt;but somewhere along the way i slipped&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; u werent there to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;even then, in the end, i dint get angry&lt;br /&gt;so right now.&lt;br /&gt;all i want&lt;br /&gt;is to climb out to the flat plains&lt;br /&gt;and start over again&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;will you be there waiting for me ?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;been studying pretty hard(:&lt;br /&gt;im so back with a vengeance&lt;br /&gt;if i were to be truthful, i'd call it ego&lt;br /&gt;but it works as positive motivation, so&lt;br /&gt;who gives(:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tired. want. to. sleep&lt;br /&gt;having. online.ell.discussion&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;met up with dwarfs ytd :DD&lt;br /&gt;it was so awfully nice to see em again&lt;br /&gt;maaan, i really do miss em =/&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2moredaystoanniversary..C: ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcd&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ps : i love you so much, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;pps: hmm, just how do you measure love ? or is it a definite condition,&lt;br /&gt;you either love someone or you dont.&lt;br /&gt;if so, we have different ways of showing love&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-3434972495021339752?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/3434972495021339752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=3434972495021339752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3434972495021339752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/3434972495021339752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/2mredays.html' title='2mredays'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-7735594570631353754</id><published>2009-08-02T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:30:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>just went to buy dinner with hubbs&lt;br /&gt;huahuas, just realized how unglam-ed i look&lt;br /&gt;heh, ohwells&lt;br /&gt;DWARFS ! MONDAY YOUUU CAN ???&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;my right hand's aching like hell,&lt;br /&gt;from the typing and four pkts of chix [thats how my mum shortcut's chicken in msgs.wakakas]&lt;br /&gt;rice&lt;br /&gt;ohmaaaan. STUDY STUDY STUDY !&lt;br /&gt;MUST GET LEAST THREE As KAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILDchildDREAMER&lt;br /&gt;SAMantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ps : a first for everthing&lt;br /&gt; a first for our anniversary(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i know you havent made plans&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 MRE DAYS YA'ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heeeeee ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-7735594570631353754?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/7735594570631353754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=7735594570631353754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7735594570631353754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/7735594570631353754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11333601.post-983519095613394881</id><published>2009-08-01T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:21:39.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESSED FOR TIME</title><content type='html'>next week gonna be a busy busy week for me:D&lt;br /&gt;ohman, DID CHOO KNOWWW emma watson scored straight As for her a lvls&lt;br /&gt;[yep, i finally succumbed to buying HOTmagazine, 17's borrrring now]&lt;br /&gt;YARR&lt;br /&gt;and she does this while she's filming&lt;br /&gt;and having a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;WALAOOO.&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, nvm. MY INSPIRATION:DDD&lt;br /&gt;wakakas, havent had one in ages&lt;br /&gt;but aywy, im pretty proud of myself today(:&lt;br /&gt;woke up early to do math, now taking a break&lt;br /&gt;ltr starting on econs den doing gp&lt;br /&gt;WHOO&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;q's mia ah, ohwells,&lt;br /&gt;i used the energy i spend on missing on preparing for next week:DD&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAS, mind you, missing you takes up brainpower&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for cx to be back so can ask her if we can meet up on mon&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im having zits from hell):&lt;br /&gt;i pray to god they go away by next week, ohman&lt;br /&gt;PLS GOOOOO AWAY !&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WCD&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: lovestones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11333601-983519095613394881?l=angel4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/feeds/983519095613394881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11333601&amp;postID=983519095613394881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/983519095613394881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11333601/posts/default/983519095613394881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel4.blogspot.com/2009/08/pressed-for-time.html' title='PRESSED FOR TIME'/><author><name>AnGeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11073070534724427976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
