<?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-5719807</id><updated>2011-08-02T03:43:16.226+08:00</updated><category term='hall'/><category term='tk friends'/><category term='timbre'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='life in leeds'/><category term='kuishinbo'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='wongfu'/><category term='mugging'/><category term='holiday plans'/><category term='IHG'/><category term='twc'/><category term='Ha'/><category term='random'/><category term='emo'/><category term='rants'/><category term='11o5'/><category term='engin camp'/><category term='sep'/><category term='school'/><category term='union camp'/><category term='schoolwork'/><category term='camp'/><category term='determined'/><title type='text'>blog</title><subtitle type='html'>girl. turns 16 in 14 october. schools in tkgs as the most senior cohort. likes jay, taozhe, iverson, and bball. hates tausapao, hard work and ppl whining.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4872222397863567681</id><published>2010-05-23T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:04:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One down, four more to go. I think it's times like this that make me miss hall so much. I miss going to the biz library to whoever wants to go.I miss having people 'chop' tables for us. (read: Peng Fei!)I miss all the stupid jokes about Johnny and all the people watching. (read: Keith Tan after his crush hahaha!)I miss the lunches that we have; it kinda marks the halfway mark of the day, or for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4872222397863567681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4872222397863567681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4872222397863567681' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2559377276807599827</id><published>2010-05-14T07:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:12:51.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sep'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had crazy fun today with the girls ;) we went to the market, we went to morrisons, we cooked a spread, and we had so much fun teasing huong about louis. i hope i'll never forget this day, and to never forget these girls ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2559377276807599827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2559377276807599827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2559377276807599827' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4675651513700590738</id><published>2010-05-12T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:27:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m Flying! by Roger Dean Kiser, Sr.Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage.The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly. “Why can’t I?” he thought. “Is there something wrong with me?” he wondered.There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4675651513700590738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4675651513700590738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4675651513700590738' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-5767016714951961504</id><published>2010-02-04T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:46:24.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in leeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My previous post was about how I was looking at the map, wanting to explore so many places that I've never been to. Right now, i'm in the country that I've always wanted to be in, and I've already been to the city that I've always wanted to! Feeling kinda satisfied and happy with life here, will update more on my London trip soon!Anyway, despite being so far away from the tiny red dot, I'm still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5767016714951961504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5767016714951961504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5767016714951961504' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2658783569780538143</id><published>2009-04-24T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:30:15.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i stood before the world map. there are so many places that i don't know of, so many places that i wanna see. and then i know, it is time to work hard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2658783569780538143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2658783569780538143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2658783569780538143' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-5094749591748122676</id><published>2009-03-19T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:28:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no matter how tiring and difficult the road was, yesterday made everything worthwhile.loves block E ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5094749591748122676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5094749591748122676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5094749591748122676' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-3263461719007805225</id><published>2009-02-26T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:28:34.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I closed my eyes and asked God to...... and i realised that i had absolutely nothing to ask for. I. Am. Happy." I wish I could say this too. Except that I would be lying through my teeth.Xin Yi's Wishlist:1) One month to read good books, watch great movies, hang out with friends, not do work, play sports, beach-bumming, shop, and SLEEEP.Since 1) is not going to happen anytime soon, I shall wish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3263461719007805225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3263461719007805225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3263461719007805225' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-7784415949777881245</id><published>2008-12-28T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:38:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2008's ending! but it feels like it has barely begun. probably because the academic year has only started in august, and we university students are tuned into it.holidays are ending in two weeks, inter-hall games are starting, scaryyyy. this is my second year taking part in IHG, somehow, the feeling is different. i guess as a year two, i feel more for this place, there's a greater urge to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/7784415949777881245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/7784415949777881245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7784415949777881245' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-5383148635473512206</id><published>2008-11-16T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:47:44.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i met a kid whom i like a lot. he's a scrawny boy, probably about ten or eleven. he is so young, yet he is already helping out at his dad's bbq seafood stall. he is so young, yet he already has dyed hair. he is so young, yet he has probably seen more than his peers.many of the kopitiam patrons think that he is a rude fellow, because he gives cheeky replies when they ask why is their food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5383148635473512206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5383148635473512206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5383148635473512206' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-3478155769328984663</id><published>2008-10-29T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:38:46.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone loves a personality test.Your view on yourself:You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you. The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3478155769328984663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3478155769328984663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3478155769328984663' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-3133436328901424546</id><published>2008-10-24T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:18:12.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone commented that i havent blogged in a looooooong time, i guess it's true. the last time i blogged, school had just started. now, it's already nearing the end of the semester. so many things came, so many things left. so many things that i wanna say, but i dunno where to start.but right now, i am missing the yesteryears.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3133436328901424546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3133436328901424546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3133436328901424546' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-8207996618129120802</id><published>2008-08-16T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:52:55.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after three months of camp, one swoc, school and hall has finally kicked in.photos from SWOC!eekers love shampoo!hall games with exit!field games with enter!before SP romance at sentosa with the eeker girls!before war games started..love this photo!our DE block alliance =)after war games!at the masquerade ball - DE BLOCK!with the level 4 girls ;)and the eeker seniors!as usual, school is a terror,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8207996618129120802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8207996618129120802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8207996618129120802' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2138505242664231222</id><published>2008-07-21T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:37:05.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCHUN SECONDARY SCHOOL 16-18 JULY 2008so that was it. my last camp ever. even though i keep saying that, somewhere deep in my heart, all i wanna do is to have another camp, and another camp, and another, and another.this is my second year doing fuchun secondary. i can't remember much about the camp last year, except that both my mirror and i got so mad that we walked away from the class at one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2138505242664231222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2138505242664231222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2138505242664231222' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-1837875993118446200</id><published>2008-07-12T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:24:00.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watching my seniors take photos in their graduation gowns, looking at their commencement photos, all the wide smiles and excited chatter, i wonder how it would feel to finally be there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/1837875993118446200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/1837875993118446200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1837875993118446200' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2542862656767099589</id><published>2008-07-08T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:30:30.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAMPINES SECONDARY SCHOOL (SEC 2) 2-4 JUNE 2008andrew's last camp. i shared a group with kim, and we mirrored rendall and horheh. it was fun with them around, sabo-ing horheh by naming the group horheh when he wasnt around. hahha ;) but the camp was still quite low, probably because they had four instructors who didnt dare to communicate to work with each other. or at least, that was what i felt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2542862656767099589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2542862656767099589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2542862656767099589' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-5967390968597137134</id><published>2008-06-08T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:08:44.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another camp post, yawn for the rest of the world.GAN ENG SENG PRIMARY SCHOOL 29-31 MAY 2008the first time ive been to the labrador campsite. i quite like it actually, it is smaller than jbac, which means less walking, which means less tiring! only thing its lacking is hot water, damn.we went to sentosa, and my group made it to mt imbiah! unbeatables 7!campfire prep was crazy, cos we weren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5967390968597137134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5967390968597137134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5967390968597137134' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4178575431999090581</id><published>2008-06-07T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:11:29.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='determined'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i always tell my campers "if you don't try, you'll never know." and now, im going to take my own advice and take the leap of faith. i feel like im standing on the challenge pole, with my legs shaking, waiting to jump off and reach for the trapeze. only that this time, the focus is not just on making the jump, but on catching the dream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4178575431999090581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4178575431999090581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4178575431999090581' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2713494542206909439</id><published>2008-05-18T08:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:07:43.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DUNMAN HIGH SCHOOL 13-16 MAY 2008 ;)my first prestigious school, my first veron camp, my first time as runner, my first camp in st johns island, my first camp in a long while. the camp of many firsts.the first camp that i remembered all the instructors' names:weiyen, farhana (chiongster minah!), joel, cherie, elaine, dave (muthu curry!), baoyun, weijie, rendallkohweiren, huiqi, izzat, alvin (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2713494542206909439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2713494542206909439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2713494542206909439' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-3425961406695690375</id><published>2008-05-11T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:21:02.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timbre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuishinbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my nose still smells the dust of my room ;( went back to do a final pack, gee, i never knew it was so dusty!! to think i sweep and mop every week, jeez. i think i'll miss my room, it was my little corner after all.welcome to E405!check out my neat table!and the nicely made bed ;)and just some random stuff in my room..thats it E405! see you when i get back! ;)post-exam celebrations with hallmates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3425961406695690375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3425961406695690375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3425961406695690375' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-3271992686139536536</id><published>2008-05-02T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:24:17.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling unappreciated, unwanted and unloved. maybe its just the exam stress. (yah right, what stress?!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3271992686139536536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3271992686139536536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3271992686139536536' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4392929619475466628</id><published>2008-04-26T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:07:19.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wongfu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday plans'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its such a warm sunny afternoon, why am i staying at home? hmm, maybe because my exams start in two days time? rightt. 1506 on monday, and then i'll be done with math ;DD but i guess that wont be the toughest paper. theres still CN1111, and even CM1502! got a shock of my life when i looked at previous papers for 1502. i couldnt even do a single question! and i thought im good in chemistry. sigh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4392929619475466628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4392929619475466628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4392929619475466628' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4948617753536084941</id><published>2008-04-19T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:07:02.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tk friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in love with cook's version of the song ;)) im so gonna start watching american idol. the last time i caught AI? it was the era of clay aiken, fantasia and who can ever forget, william hung!weeks flew by since i last blogged properly. just a quick update, im done with hall stuff for the acad year, now its time to STUDY and do the tutorials that i didnt do during the term (which is almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4948617753536084941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4948617753536084941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4948617753536084941' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6412631922994535040</id><published>2008-04-16T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:07:17.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes you just hate yourself for being yourself. and this is one of those times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6412631922994535040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6412631922994535040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6412631922994535040' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2543250179281044320</id><published>2008-03-18T01:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:07:43.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss sleeping in late ;( and i miss home. all i want is to go home and curl into my bed tucked under my comforter with the aircon at full blast. and sleep till the sun shines onto my backside. i havent been home in two weeks. good friday weekend = going home! yayness.things are getting crazy. burnt my weekend by volunteering to bring people around sheares for openhouse. 'WELCOME TO SHEARES HALL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2543250179281044320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2543250179281044320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2543250179281044320' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-5941051789854999710</id><published>2008-03-13T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:47:38.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is emo day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5941051789854999710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5941051789854999710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5941051789854999710' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-1813549638936445278</id><published>2008-03-11T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:08:26.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i keep losing in monopoly ;( my luck sucks.i went out jogging yesterday and saw the remnants of an accident. the damage was quite severe. half the car was crushed, a motorcycle laid on the ground. i shudder even at the thought of what happened to the people in the vehicles. especially since my friend almost got into an accident just now, the threat is real and scary. so, all my driver friends out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/1813549638936445278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/1813549638936445278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1813549638936445278' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-9184751334108867833</id><published>2008-03-03T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T03:17:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm, somehow i feel lighter. and now, its time to take the plunge.fai showed me this just now, im definitely catching this show!it feels weird to talk to fai now, cos when its night here its morning over there, and vice versa. its like when im going to sleep, its good night here but good morning over there. its no big deal, just weirrrrrrdd.the horror starts today. matlab later in the afternoon, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/9184751334108867833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/9184751334108867833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9184751334108867833' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_iNqE_tC9dAw/R8pgqEDZJrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3OOlPFw_0SQ/s72-c/definitely_maybe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-441681896614229749</id><published>2008-03-02T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:51:37.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i read this from a friend's blog:someone asked, "whats the difference between loving a friend as a sibling and loving a friend more than a friend?"and he replied, "loving a friend as a sibling is when you know you can't love him more than a friend."hmm, is that really true?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/441681896614229749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/441681896614229749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#441681896614229749' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6384538898638596142</id><published>2008-03-01T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:03:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a song that sings to my heart. thanks ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6384538898638596142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6384538898638596142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6384538898638596142' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-8399961939789800649</id><published>2008-03-01T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:46:34.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been keeping up with the news lately, the escape of mas selamat felt like something from prisonbreak. it still feels unreal, cos its something that i've never thought would happen in singapore. i guess we all took singapore's tight security for granted, because there was never an error on our part. so much such that we forget that our security is not fool-proof - it is not perfect. im not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8399961939789800649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8399961939789800649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8399961939789800649' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6031074682612605560</id><published>2008-02-25T03:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:11:01.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. midterms midterms and more midterms! at least its the break now, for me to catch on the six weeks that i have wasted ;( then, i'll be off to face one midterm on monday and another three on tuesday. then you can call me superwoman if i survive ;)no more whining on the mugging, cos there are things to look forward to! night out with twc tmr, or rather, today, since its already 3 in the morning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6031074682612605560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6031074682612605560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6031074682612605560' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-3863687787078102130</id><published>2008-02-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:44:06.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im here Just like I said Though its breaking every rule I've ever made My racin' heart Is just the same Why make it strong to break it once again? And I'd love to say I do Give everything to you But I can never now be true So I say I think I'd better leave right now Before I fall any deeper I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow Feelin' weaker and weaker Somebody better show me how Before I fall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3863687787078102130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/3863687787078102130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3863687787078102130' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-19890719344656248</id><published>2008-01-20T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:10:39.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too much hall makes you sick. ugh. been spending so much time with hallmates cos of ihg, not that they suck or anything, but i just miss my friends outside ;( so if i ask you out, please say yes! cny is the season for catching up! and i really wanna meet as many people as possible, before school evolves into a monster, and before hall evolves into a monster. basically, before life becomes a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/19890719344656248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/19890719344656248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#19890719344656248' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-178875753173110013</id><published>2007-12-31T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:11:35.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yep, its the time of the year - to look back and reflect on the past twelve months. it is now 845pm, hopefully i'll finish this entry before the new year kicks in. yes im that slow a blogger, thats why i dont blog often!2008 has been a pretty major year for me, with all the changes that have taken place - having a small taste of the working world, joining campha, entering university and staying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/178875753173110013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/178875753173110013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#178875753173110013' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-73097032882073985</id><published>2007-11-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:21:42.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello everybody, xinyi's still alive! in a mood for a super long and naggy entry, so watch out. image-heavy too ;)school's been hectic, many deadlines to meet, presentations to prepare, tutorials to do (even though i hardly touch those), hall activities, and when all has finally came to an end, its the exams! im not sure if im even an engine student, with most of my time spent doing projects </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/73097032882073985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/73097032882073985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#73097032882073985' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2435703948834767728</id><published>2007-10-06T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:49:14.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been thinking a lot lately (read between the lines, think = emo). as we grow older, we get busier and busier. no one ever has time for anybody anymore. i try to be around as much as possible, i only wish others would try as hard. its tiring to keep up with everyone, and it doesnt help that im at least two weeks behind school. why wont someone try keeping up with me instead? because no one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2435703948834767728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2435703948834767728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2435703948834767728' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6466842980652135121</id><published>2007-08-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:37:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two weeks of school has passed, tutorials are gonna start next week. sigh, im super behind in my work, i think i need tuition. speaking of tuition, i think i should really just stop giving tuition. ive taken a hiatus for a month already, and im still not settled down enough to find time for tuition. ahhh.hall life has been super busy, but definitely filled with fun! there was sndcc on thursday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6466842980652135121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6466842980652135121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6466842980652135121' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-32098582739382991</id><published>2007-08-05T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:05:37.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bowen sec, kranji pri, ite college east, chongfu pri, westwood sec. 5 camps in a row, i feel like superwoman. and i love 3I westwood sec! my best camp ever ;) so no regrets.i lost my camera, damn. my phone's screwed up, so i got a new one. but i have to key in all the numbers, gee. ive missed three days of hall camp already, and im totally not in the mood of socialising. im voiceless, coughing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/32098582739382991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/32098582739382991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#32098582739382991' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-7226356664062840273</id><published>2007-07-22T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:06:26.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='union camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, havent updated in awhile. well, went for two camps, union camp and bowen camp.UNION CAMPsuper cui. oh well. but i met a few funky people, who would actually do this with me:and i met someone very special - my first camp mirror! haha, he's the idiot who taught me the super retarded nanana crap. having him around in union camp was probably one of the perks. its always a warm feeling when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/7226356664062840273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/7226356664062840273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7226356664062840273' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-5441304924799385395</id><published>2007-07-08T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:00:14.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think ive got too many things on my plate. tuition, driving, camps, friends and family, AHHHHH. and school's coming up too! i dunno what on earth possessed me to do so many things at one go, because im feeling a little burnt out. oh well.my last camp fuchun sec was like urgh. it was like a shouting camp, i kept shouting at everyone. was feeling quite yucky then, but seeing comments from my jwss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5441304924799385395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/5441304924799385395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5441304924799385395' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-58751010953540956</id><published>2007-06-26T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:04:33.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11o5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engin camp'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent updated for such a long time! lets see, i did my third camp with jwss, i think im improving ;Dclass 2E3, my favourite campers!my group's flag, anarchy. the nicest flag i've gotten! ignoring the fact that this is the first camp i had to make flags. wahaha.my mirror francis! we rock ;Di wonder what were they doing, really.headed down to sentosa after camp to hang out with 11o5, i think i was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/58751010953540956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/58751010953540956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#58751010953540956' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4548492573372900904</id><published>2007-06-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:36:31.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally caught shrek yesterday! together with ben and kim. its definitely the best show i've caught so far, much better than the other two blockbusters (spiderman and pirates). next one up shall be ocean's thirteen, anyone free? haha ;)we headed to sentosa after that and it was fun fun fun! spent money like water, but what the heck, once-in-a-while indulgences are perfectly fine!went up the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4548492573372900904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4548492573372900904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4548492573372900904' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6589884405091976908</id><published>2007-06-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:03:54.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to DA J: this was what you missed! should post photos of the bakchormee, carrot cake, oujian, satay, satay beehoon and lots and lots of sugarcane to tempt you, but i shall not. hahaha. but the food was really yummy, and it was good to see everyone again ;) definitely worth the trip you have to take.next 11o5 outing: 16 JUNE SATURDAY. tentative plan is to head to sentosa and chill and have dinner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6589884405091976908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6589884405091976908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6589884405091976908' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4410115149222825803</id><published>2007-05-29T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:01:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im going crazy, awake at this kinda time. well, lemme just do a little update.did two camps already, as i watch the laojiaos (meaning experienced instructors), just feel that i have so much to learn from them. but overall, camps are fun!did the nanhua camp, and headed over to botak jones for dinner!and i ate this. yummylicious!and this is my ftp group tetra! dont ask me why i look so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4410115149222825803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4410115149222825803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4410115149222825803' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-249745272657222431</id><published>2007-05-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:50:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>college day, just as i expected. thousands of people getting awards, yawn. and the sad thing about these kinda things is when no one claps for you, no one to share your success. thank god for our parents - they are our loudest applause (not necessarily literally lah!). a parent of a particular person rushed down to just below the stage simply to take a photo of his son receiving his awards like a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/249745272657222431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/249745272657222431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#249745272657222431' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-8387363539003959439</id><published>2007-05-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:43:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know whats the best thing about internet chats? you can be crying in front of the chat window and yet nobody will know, unless you decide to reveal it. people might even think youre happy and all, the way you joke. thats what i like about msn, it hides your vulnerability and protects you from the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8387363539003959439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8387363539003959439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8387363539003959439' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2336453025349395923</id><published>2007-05-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:57:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>decided to add a little photos here and there in this post, so i can entertain cherlyn while she sits at her comfy job. i think she's just about the highest earner i know, especially for the amount of work she does. tsk. visited her a few days back, only thought i would spend awhile there, but i ended up talking to her till her shop closed at 8. i was there since 5, and only one person walked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2336453025349395923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2336453025349395923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2336453025349395923' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6582530931886528550</id><published>2007-04-23T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:06:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you, you, you, you, you, you, you...basically just about everyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6582530931886528550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6582530931886528550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6582530931886528550' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-388954829706588666</id><published>2007-04-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:28:30.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i gave my parents and ahma money today. i feel like a grown-up. ahhaha.just having all sorts of thoughts running in my head. feeling a little tired of life. i think it wouldnt be that bad if i just died tomorrow. except let me go to the zoo with the bballers first. and let me go for the 4/2 april babies celebrations. and a dinner with the family. then i would die a happy girl. i think.who would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/388954829706588666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/388954829706588666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#388954829706588666' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-8472420059639434791</id><published>2007-04-10T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:27:10.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new photos!1105 gathering at my place! 07-APRIL-2007i found a new job, gonna start camp instructing soon. its really flexible, so im still gonna have quite a lot of time for myself. but im loving my life, doing whatever i want whenever i want. meeting up with all the other jobless, watching everything i own, going for trainings, and basically, eat and sleep ;DIt's tearin' up my heart when I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8472420059639434791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8472420059639434791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8472420059639434791' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4026010753563514687</id><published>2007-04-07T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:54:58.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>photos photos photos!balcony bar + prata with twc ;) 24-03-07dinner buffet at the oriental 28-03-07sheraton towers + temasek country club 01-04-07im currently jobless and happy, look for me if you are free!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4026010753563514687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4026010753563514687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4026010753563514687' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-4117368768523782973</id><published>2007-03-28T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:12:57.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly i felt quite sad about leaving the office. the office is so slack now, i even had time to change my layout yesterday. and the boss (not ladyboss) said something very nice to me just now. gonna go to oriental for dinner buffet later, boss blanjah. gee, i wonder how awkward it will be.and i really miss you loads.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4117368768523782973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/4117368768523782973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4117368768523782973' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-160769900096226427</id><published>2007-03-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:22:41.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TWO WEEKS NOTICE ;Dim so happy im so happy im so happy. i think i'll be sad on the day i leave, cos ive met wonderful people there. i think i might feel empty after that, having nothing to do at all. but it has robbed me of so many things, i dont think its worth it anymore. screw the money, i've lost my tan, friends, family time, freedom and happiness. but im gonna get them back ;)happy moments:1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/160769900096226427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/160769900096226427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#160769900096226427' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6311654664009152152</id><published>2007-03-20T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:27:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so boredddd. i have pretty much finished all my work, there's nothing left to do. other than waiting for some enormous crisis to happen so i can tackle it (as my boss puts it).so life has been pretty dull, with work and all. my time allocation is very simple, just about &gt;10 hours at work each day, the rest are split amongst eating, travelling and sleeping. the only entertainment i have is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6311654664009152152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6311654664009152152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6311654664009152152' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6653126377154115109</id><published>2007-03-10T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:21:42.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear AllSalam! (I think it means hello.)Chetory! (I think it means how are you.)Office is very busy. I got no times to blog. Emailing and talking too many to Iranians has make my English no good. Please don't mind. I talk and write like this every day. I think I can talk Farsi (Iranian language) soon.Acherri (actually) I am now in office. But boss go immigration, so we can play. Boss very bad, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6653126377154115109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6653126377154115109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6653126377154115109' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-8795332113403223903</id><published>2007-03-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:11:09.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's the day yeah. im listening to emma's piano pieces, it just makes me feel very calm. and the playing is really beautiful. emma's my favourite pianist ;) please play the piano at my wedding (if i even get married, HAHA.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8795332113403223903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/8795332113403223903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8795332113403223903' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-2758331222466422164</id><published>2007-02-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:16:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate surprises. actually just the bad ones. results out on friday, just give me what i want, pretty please? and guys are full of surprises. same thing here, just give me what i like, can?mom's birthday tmr, no presents, im feeling the guilt.starting tuition on wednesday, i wonder how i'll manage.bball lo-hei on thursday, looking forward.someone tell me how to get out of doing OT so i can do all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2758331222466422164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/2758331222466422164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2758331222466422164' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-6381721771702879603</id><published>2007-02-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:58:06.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanted to do a quick update so i an go catch some sleep, but blogger's being such a bitch, it wouldnt let me update till i convert to the new blogger. bugger.  well anyway, it'll be a photo-update on the recent excitement and upsetness.CHINESE NEW YEAR was great, considering that i got more money than i usually do and i actually had fun playing with kiddos and visiting friends.this is the family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6381721771702879603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/6381721771702879603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6381721771702879603' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-117138116080105929</id><published>2007-02-13T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:39:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>four down, one more to go. and more to come in the later part of the year. as i watch them leave, i wish i could be like them. chasing my dreams, in a faraway land.that day at kiki's farewell party, i saw how much fun the cedar girls were having, i missed my tk girls loads. when they did their cheer, i was so craving to start stomping to the tk philosophy. girlfriends rock.its gonna be a lonely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/117138116080105929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/117138116080105929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117138116080105929' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-117068876704439422</id><published>2007-02-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:19:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>basically an edited entry from the previous.yuckiness of my life:1. bitchy ladyboss2. hypocritical manager (HE GOT SACKED!)3. expensive lunches4. always getting off work late5. squeezy mrts6. the disappearing act of the dress that i wanted to buy (yeah, D-R-E-S-S, monica style. inside joke.)7. the upcoming OTs8. the goodbye to amanda and my maid9. the more goodbyes to come alonghighlights of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/117068876704439422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/117068876704439422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117068876704439422' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-117008097679182814</id><published>2007-01-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:40:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yuckiness of my life:1. bitchy ladyboss2. hypocritical manager3. expensive lunches4. always getting off work late5. squeezy mrts6. basically, just work.highlights of my life:1. i got my paycheck today!2. i saw chen hanwei!3. dinner with lihuan and oldcock4. lunch with the bballers (even the super long discussion about religion and how we spent more than 20 bucks on tofu, haha)5. my new chocolate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/117008097679182814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/117008097679182814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117008097679182814' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116948174863516539</id><published>2007-01-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:17:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the previous bright yellow template was too much for me to bear. i think templates reflects my mood, and im feeling nothing like cheery yellow. im just thinking that in just a month or so, i've lost touch with most of the tjcians. except the basketballers, which i thought we were meeting up too often while i was still jobless. but then, i miss them so much now. i hate my work, it robs me of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116948174863516539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116948174863516539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116948174863516539' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116904604015918533</id><published>2007-01-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:00:40.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever seen an opportunity fly by when you werent even there to grab it? i think that just happened to my psc scholarship chance. i went to the wrong venue, how stupid can i get. so in my bloody heels, i tried to run to the nearest atm to withdraw some cash because i stupidly decided not to bring more money before i left home. and then i ran to hail a cab, but the stupid cabby wouldnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116904604015918533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116904604015918533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116904604015918533' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116826683200331453</id><published>2007-01-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:31:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I just want you to know that I've been fighting to let you goSome days I'll make it through, and then there's nights that never endI wish that I could believe that there's a day you'll come back to meBut still I have to say I would do it all again, just want you to know"Just Want You To Know", Backstreet BoysI need to go far awayA few years back would be okay"Time Machine", The Click FiveI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116826683200331453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116826683200331453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116826683200331453' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116762519884219647</id><published>2007-01-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:14:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello 2007. 2006 is gone. i thought a lot about the ups and downs. and i want to remember all the good times. so, im going to post up photos of the people that made me smile, the people that created an impact in my life and the people i love in the past year. just screw the bad times.orientation was one helluva time! i loved the cheering, the games, even the mass dance!meet my orientation group </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116762519884219647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116762519884219647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116762519884219647' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116758174567105970</id><published>2006-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:15:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye 2006.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116758174567105970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116758174567105970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116758174567105970' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116698699824623902</id><published>2006-12-25T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:07:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with all the christmas celebrations and all, what a hectic week. i feel like writing every nitty-ditty detail down, and so i will.monday was spent present shopping, it burnt a hole in my pocket.tuesday was spent surprising leandra. we decorated her place while she was sleeping, we had to keep so quiet and sneaky i felt like a thief.wednesday was spent steamboating with twcsters at keli's place, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116698699824623902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116698699824623902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116698699824623902' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116645873199795105</id><published>2006-12-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:07:28.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been putting off updating on my korea trip cos im just plain lazy. but, ive finally convinced myself to do it because if i dont do it now, i will just forget the details. well, pictures first. click.like i said in my previous entry, i was worrying if i forgot something, and i did! i forgot my retainers, my teeth were feeling out of place during the whole stay in korea. yeah so anyway, while i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116645873199795105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116645873199795105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116645873199795105' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116573700272783553</id><published>2006-12-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:50:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im gonna fly off in five hours time. for those who dont know, im going to korea. SOUTH korea for that matter, in case there are people who need to check (eg. leandra and jason). i cant stop wondering if i packed everything, or whether i brought enough clothes (or too much?). and when i reach there, i'll be worrying if i kept my passport and wallet properly. that kinda stuff. how annoying. why is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116573700272783553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116573700272783553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116573700272783553' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116446869500067925</id><published>2006-11-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:33:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just one day after the a's, my parents have been bugging me to get my korea trip done, buy my prom stuff, clear my notes, throw out old clothes, sign up for driving, give my cousin tuition?! hello, how about a few more days of slacking?! so far, ive only picked out my old clothes. i wanted to throw my a levels stuff away, but my mom thought a cousin might want it so she wants me to pack it nicely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116446869500067925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116446869500067925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116446869500067925' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116438308720883938</id><published>2006-11-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:41:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello everybody. the a's has finally ended for me. 589 bucks all wasted in the series of exams.goodbye, entry proof. i comtemplated tearing it up in front of chauchau, but i was so afraid that it would be too much of an agitation for him, he might attempt to strangle me.its my last major exam, that means no more listening to silly after-paper conversations, or staring at irritating leg-shakers. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116438308720883938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116438308720883938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116438308720883938' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116382112922486042</id><published>2006-11-18T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:38:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love the colour of this layout! i havent done one so bright for so long. yeah. its nice to look at something so cheery.yesterday was the end of my core papers. i already feel aimless. study for s papers? yeah sure. maybe tomorrow. went to visit vivo with the class. the place looks like a bigger and more crowded version of marina square. except for the rooftop, which is actually a pretty cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116382112922486042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116382112922486042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116382112922486042' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116170095271677907</id><published>2006-10-24T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:42:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>link to album: LAST TWO DAYS IN TJChmm. the departed. my first m-18.my brain's fried.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116170095271677907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116170095271677907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170095271677907' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116109752829547800</id><published>2006-10-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:08:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the prelims ended, i had about three weeks before school close ends officially for me. i didnt thought graduation day would come so fast, and go so quickly. today was spent cam-whoring. two whole periods in the morning were spent taking photos with the class. ive uploaded my pictures, but im gonna check what i missed out on and add it to my photo album before i publish it. its going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116109752829547800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116109752829547800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116109752829547800' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116084001193547082</id><published>2006-10-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:44:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMN IM EIGHTEEN. just a few days ago, i had a conversation with kiki which went to like that...kiki: the depart is four and a half stars and its M-18!!!me: (totally crushed) OMG dammitkiki: you damn what damn, you're turning 18 in two days!me: (suddenly brights up) THAT'S RIGHT MAN!but now im eighteen. i feel old. and i hate birthdays. my theme song this year is jay chou's and wendy lam's duet '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116084001193547082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116084001193547082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116084001193547082' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-116022612793234644</id><published>2006-10-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:03:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EDITED (because HKR thinks that every mrs ho is her mother)im in a totally boyband music mood. nysnc, westlife, the moffatts, blue, blah. but BACKSTREET BOYS OWNS THEM ALL. im such a goofy boyband fan. my love for bsb was revived one day when i heard 'i want it that way' on the radio and a very exciting boyband chat with my classmates. we're all big bsb fans! hahaha. i went home to look for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116022612793234644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/116022612793234644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116022612793234644' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115980444974287854</id><published>2006-10-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:47:38.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever felt like talking to someone so badly, yet when you approach him, youre stumped. everything you wanted to say vapourised, anything that was ever in your mind disappeared.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115980444974287854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115980444974287854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115980444974287854' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115945236318039161</id><published>2006-09-28T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:06:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all the things ive looked forward to has been disappointing ;( oh well, john tucker just has to die tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115945236318039161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115945236318039161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115945236318039161' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115902774693199136</id><published>2006-09-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:23:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i such a mugger? why do EVERYONE associate my unhappiness with problems with studies? thank you all for telling me to strive on and keep it going, i will. the point is, im not feeling any stress from studies. its nice to have some encouragement, but its getting sickening to hear the same idea in different words. i know its the exams and all, but seriously, I HAVE MORE LIFE THAN BOOKS. and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115902774693199136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115902774693199136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115902774693199136' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115772763515276802</id><published>2006-09-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:26:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought things couldnt get worse. i wish it had rained hard enough, to wash away everything unhappy. i think life is like national income vs time graph. for illustration sake, this is it.(to neha: please try to contain your joy upon seeing something economics. it doesnt mean i share your love for it! and dont bother correcting me if i labeled the axes wrongly, plotted the wrong graph, yadayada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115772763515276802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115772763515276802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115772763515276802' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115608425982241214</id><published>2006-08-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:30:59.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im losing myself.ive been on super short fuse the whole of last week. i think ive snapped at all the guys, except for a few. its funny, i dont seem to snap at girls. ive been telling people to stop doing nonsense, when i usually laugh along (or even join in?). i sulk in school during lunch when it rains, instead of running across to the hawker centre across like i used to. thank you for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115608425982241214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115608425982241214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115608425982241214' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115496495333935332</id><published>2006-08-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:46:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a case of extreme boredom turned fun!20 namesInstructions: Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head1) banglin2) jinjie3) zhiyong4) kahsing5) leandra6) wanjie7) emma8) agatha9) arvin10) jason11) sean12) jonny13) arlene14) peixun15) khimrong16) sam17) yiheng18) loko19) amanda20) amelia1. How did you meet #14?(peixun) orientation two. actually i heard of her already since sec one from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115496495333935332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115496495333935332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115496495333935332' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115487824838961324</id><published>2006-08-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:35:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss my life quite a bit. the daily lunches at the hawker centre opposite school. the weekend tampines dinners with several classmates. the late dinners after trainings, especially those with ZHA GUO BING at bedok central. the occasional suntec lunches with emma and leandra. the thaipan sambal kangkong dinners with wanjie. the random meetings with jieyi and lihuan. the movie outings with loko. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115487824838961324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115487824838961324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115487824838961324' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115392096319499927</id><published>2006-07-26T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:44:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love personality quizzes. and i love to laugh at the results and advices they offer. i took the test as part of the psc psychometric assessment and received my personality report today. ahh, imagine the joy i had! alright, let me just briefly discuss my characteristics. (according to the test, of course.)1. social skills/extraversionverdict: you mix well in social situations, BUT you hog the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115392096319499927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115392096319499927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115392096319499927' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115366856779717401</id><published>2006-07-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:29:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ho khim rong says that i havent updated for too long. since i dont have any other things to talk about, i shall talk about her. have you seen her lately?! she has lost an amazing amount of weight, just like olinda cho. (check out the photos here!) but of course, khimmy did it on her own, exercising (such as pull-ups and 10km runs) and dieting (eating only taupok when she orders kway chap). that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115366856779717401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115366856779717401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115366856779717401' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115305536985352681</id><published>2006-07-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:09:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arlene's birthday pictures and videos.i'd love a pirate any day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115305536985352681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115305536985352681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115305536985352681' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115237241918836701</id><published>2006-07-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:26:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know the times, when you are envious of other people, and you wished you were like them? this is the closest i can get to describing what im feeling. i feel inadequate, and i wanna be someone else.i wish i was slim and toned. i wish i had a pretty face. big bright eyes. oval-shaped face. pearly white smile. tanned radiant skin. i wish i had better physical attributes.i wish i was outspoken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115237241918836701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115237241918836701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115237241918836701' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115193869448292998</id><published>2006-07-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:02:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am actually looking forward to school. before the papers started, i was really anticipating the break. but now, i think it was too long, especially when you have nothing good to do.i didnt have a new book to read, so i re-read the goblet of fire. i didnt subscribe to world cup, so no soccer either, except the rubbish bits i read in the papers. i didnt catch up with friends, the people i want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115193869448292998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115193869448292998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115193869448292998' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115099202256125291</id><published>2006-06-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:02:22.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ten things perpetually on my mind:(ranked in order of unhappiness)1) random person(s).2) my concepts are really bad.3) i need to study harder?!4) FOOD!! (i think im becoming a sam, and the mere thought of it is horrifying. maybe i can strike food off the list soon.)5) world cup (well, i think soccer's not too bad now that i kinda know whats going on.)6-10) movies, gatherings, shopping trips and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115099202256125291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115099202256125291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115099202256125291' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115047002289048923</id><published>2006-06-16T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:00:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i went back to my old haunt to study, the cafe at kembangan. kinda miss that place, it brought back memories.aunties are amazing people, they speak so loud, i can hear them despite blasting my music. well, one of them said, girls and guys can never be platonic friends. ahh, familiar, yet still controversial. the opposite sexes can never be platonic friends, because there are bound to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115047002289048923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115047002289048923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115047002289048923' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-115021441155406336</id><published>2006-06-13T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:00:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughts of how much i have not studied are weighing me down. thoughts of you are breaking me down. im near neurotic. somebody, give me the strength to get through.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115021441155406336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/115021441155406336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021441155406336' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114926253862889837</id><published>2006-06-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:35:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two hours of slacking, two hours of giving out freebies, a whole lot richer, by five hours of pay. my first pot of gold, considering that the school have yet to pay me my internship money?! never mind the pot is only worth forty dollars, that is a fact that should be easily ignored. ;D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114926253862889837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114926253862889837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114926253862889837' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114870283965069894</id><published>2006-05-27T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:55:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three whole days of whooping fun. you just gotta love sports carnival.wednesdaybungee run, sumo wrestling, and foosball. all the crazy games the main committee brought in. we ponned maths lecture just to play. funny to watch, fun to play.dodgeball, ultimate frisbee and bungee run with bball girls. two hampers won, plus three from the guys, all calling out for us to clear them up!overnight run, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114870283965069894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114870283965069894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114870283965069894' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114814087001727334</id><published>2006-05-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:01:10.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally something to cheer me up - the vj harmoc concert. yeap it was really good, especially emma's solo!! she was the best part of the concert! im not saying that just because its emma's solo but it was really great ;)and the most exciting moment was when ODDY was spotted at the circle seats with her boyfriend! we tried very hard to take a glimpse at her, but she had her face hiding behind the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114814087001727334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114814087001727334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114814087001727334' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114753635751328790</id><published>2006-05-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:05:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was meet old friends day. met quite a few people, parkway is always such a hot spot. lets see, i met leandra first. hahaha, okay that was pre-arranged. well, we met lanatar the mad woman.then, (the most interesting of all) we bumped into ber, clinging tightly onto her darling. i think he looks better in person. seriously. but he thought i was sam. uhh? okay. i guess he was making a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114753635751328790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114753635751328790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114753635751328790' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114640835033356058</id><published>2006-04-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:45:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long break between entries. its getting quite common yeah. basically, my life is filled with eating, eating, eating, studying, sleeping, bank deficit, falling grades, sad people, and unfortunate events.that day, we (bballers) went to pig out at seoul garden. i planned to starve myself for that day, but ended up even more than usual. getting really fat, and poor, the way i eat these days. but, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114640835033356058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114640835033356058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114640835033356058' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114500805412032033</id><published>2006-04-14T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:47:34.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures HERE.the best pw group ever. we were pretending to get A1 grades with our fake result slips. hahaha. in the end we actually all got band ones! woohoooo.mardi gras was fun fun fun! we ended up selling icecream float instead of coconuts. cos that dumbarse place didnt have stock. it ruined our dare for arvin to walk around with two coconuts on his smooth hairless chest (assuming that his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114500805412032033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114500805412032033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114500805412032033' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114407385374263496</id><published>2006-04-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:17:33.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i must have said this many times, but i really hate making decisions. this time, it is whether or not to take my s papers. im scared of losing if i continue, im scared of losing out if i dont. i guess i just need someone to tell me that i can do it, just to carry on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114407385374263496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114407385374263496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407385374263496' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114274387639367343</id><published>2006-03-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:05:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>basketball camp 2006. new experiences, and kinda fun. it was similar to last year's camp, except that things were made worse.2005 - nightwalk in school; 2006 - nightwalk in old CGH.this camp is so amelia, in the sense that it was tiring in every aspect. it so happened (or was it pre-planned?) that we had to run for our buses. even the route to old CGH was tiring. long stretch of uphill, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114274387639367343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114274387639367343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114274387639367343' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719807.post-114217723313743377</id><published>2006-03-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:27:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent updated for quite awhile yeah. sometimes i miss blogging. got past all my tests, its the holidays now, oh yeah.the year threes got got their results some time back. really proud of my seniors, they did so well! i almost felt like running away with my senior's result slip when she showed it to me. it was really sweet, 4As and A2 for gp. if i could do just as well.last week was second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114217723313743377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719807/posts/default/114217723313743377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspoken-words.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217723313743377' title=''/><author><name>y3k</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
