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  <title>Cause I won't be seventeen forever.</title>
  <subtitle>アティラ</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-06-03T10:38:51Z</updated>
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    <title>FRIENDS PREAAAZE!</title>
    <published>2007-09-29T03:46:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T10:38:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg46/arterioles/hirofriendsbanner2_.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... comment to be added ((:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:62122</id>
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    <title>I won't allow it to end just as a dream.</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T14:25:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-01T08:11:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Being a bored person that i am, i went bloghopping and was reading someone's archives when it suddenly struck me, "Why in the world am i reading someone else's archives when i have my own?!" Immediately, i started reading the 2006 posts in my livejournal account and ahah! Life back then was so fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was bio in the morning! Only 15 people showed up (what do you expect? it's 4E1 for God's sake) and we couldn't find the class key (no, we didn't return the class key to the office) so we walked around the school for half an hour to get a decent place to learn Biotechnology and Ecology, with dearest Charles. And the entire time, I kept repeating the words... "It's hot. It's hot. It's hot." Yeah, it's not helping especially when you're trying to find a place with good fan systems to get you into a study mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning we had mass stretch, the most stupidest period of the entire day. Firstly, I don't think we even stretched thus, I don't see the point of calling it mass stretch. Mass Exercise would be okay, I guess. Okay, i still don't get why they had to play techno to make us do kick-boxing with. It's just plain dumb. There are other kinds of genres that are also available to allow the students to count the tempo easily. And Mr. - didn't count according to the music so it kinda made a mess. A great big giant mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se-WEENE (Serene) didn't come to school today cause she had high fever, cough, flu, sore throat and ulcers! ): So I had to sit alone and entertain myself by completing my Malay expository essay, which in my opinion, had a lot of sentence structure mistakes here and there, making the entire thing very choppy and looking very WRONG. Blah, it will just pull my grades down even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss I-Dont-Wanna-Teach-You-Anymore-Since-You-Love-Bio-So-Much&lt;/b&gt; has left 4E1 for half a period because we did not do her homework. We were too busy studying for Bio, which thus, angered her because she thinks we &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; Mr. Low and Bio so much. Frankly speaking, I don't care. Really. Okay fine, it's partially our fault but she has to understand that for most of the people in our class, Bio is the only subject we can score really well in. BUT NOOOO. She had to slam her books and pencil case around the table and stomp out of the class with her purple flower-ish top. Whatever. Don't teach us if you don't want to. There have been teachers like that treating 4E1 that way before. It's not like we're not used to it. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, during dance practice, Inggy &lt;b&gt;PINCHED MY ASS&lt;/b&gt; twice to check it's firmness. TWICE. &lt;b&gt;TWICE&lt;/b&gt;. OMG. She's such a pervert! And she's always acting innocent when I’m giving her that look ): She's killing me. After the ass poking thing, Saleha, Inggy and Madeline started grabbing each other's asses. &lt;b&gt;THEY TRIED TO GRAB MINE BUT HAHAHHAA, IT WAS TIME TO DO THE NEXT PART OF THE WARM UPS&lt;/b&gt;.  I have scary juniors, but they're all cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last MD practice, and yes, I was extremely sad, on the verge of tears. I couldn't cry of course, not in front of everyone else. *shakes head* While doing the corner to corner thing, Inggy pinched my ass again and again and again, non-stop whenever she could find the opportunity. But at least I was nice enough to teach her the steps… ^__^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chemistry test tomorrow, which includes three chapters. I need to hand in my art on Thursday, research and exploring ideas which must be ready by then. I need to finish studying the entire syllabus of SS by the end of this week, which I intended to at least finish half by today.  I need to complete my Geog assignments without my textbooks because I accidentally left them in school. I need to jog at least 10 rounds around the large car park tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm in love with Shige's rough voice and guitar skills. Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say a few things about the MT Intensive... It was boring, bitchy, irritating, tiring and, BLEH. That's all. I guess that pretty much summarizes the MT lessons I’ve had so far. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yesterday, I went for Art. For the first 15 minutes of class, there was only Mel, me and Serene? What happened to the others? Well, they were all LATE. Leaving us alone with Prisca nagging at us. Roar. After three torturing hours of art, the three of us, with Regan, went to Woodlands Library in search of reference books that might help us with art. But guess what, THERE WAS NOTHING. Nothing useful. My idea for my topic Hairstyles would be morphing. I shan't go into detail about it... Prisca told me to get books on Graphic Designs cos a lot of their books have manipulation of ideas and morphing. So in the library, the three of us went to the Graphic Designs section and found... NOTHING USEFUL. Sigh. It was already five so I headed home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the 14th of June. Ah, the nostalgia. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, i was reading the entries, and no matter how much fun i had back then, they had to end somewhere, and somehow, right? I didn't realise how childish i've been ever since poly started. I was so unwilling to move on and realise that they were going to be kept as memories forever that i was unable to enjoy being a student in a tertiary institute. &lt;b&gt;I need to move on&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck Shivuu! You do have an accent and i don't hear you speaking singlish to me anymore! Admit it admit it admit it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee &lt;i&gt;Theng&lt;/i&gt;, you got a bone jutting out? Isn't that slip disk? Grah. Please take care &amp;hearts; I hope you don't have to go through anything bad. I told you to rest, and you didn't. Now, who's the stubborn one? .______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA~! &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit soon...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of projects half-done. Quizzes all lined up in a row. Shit. Kill me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:61489</id>
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    <title>JE JE JE JE JE JE JE JE JE &amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T13:15:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T14:44:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, short post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/9.gif" border="0" alt="IQ Test Score"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked my IQ is 127? Hah, truthfully, i am shocked myself. I was kinda nervous before taking the quiz cos obviously i'm afraid my IQ is below average or something like that. But in the end, i'm called a &lt;b&gt;Bright Mastermind&lt;/b&gt;. I don't think it's official though. Give it a try for fun. If you do take the quiz, please post a comment telling me what you got! Not being a busybody, just interested to know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's APChem quiz was alright, better than expected. Was fucking frustrated before the quiz, cos of the lecturer's rabblings about failing this one and you'll most likely forward this module and all those shiznit. Thank God i studied for it. Or else i'm 100% sure i can't do the entire paper if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next quiz is next Thurs, but this time it's PHYSICS. Yes, ladies and gents, physics. Applied Electric and Electronics. Boooooorrringg~ This time, i'm gonna mug for it on Sunday, after which the continuation will be either Tuesday or Wednesday. Yay, love leaving it to the last minute. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Town after that to officially inform the lady that i wanna quit. Veggie and my bro was MIA. No, why?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Forever 21 and saw the prettiest necklace alive. (okay fine, it's not the prettiest necklace alive but i like it, so bear with me przzz) It's SGD11. SO CHEAP ROAR. But i didn't buy it, cos i have to save up before buying anything. But fuck, by the time i get enough money or my birthday money, POOF! Gone. Gone. Gone. ;_______;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;•	プロポーズ大作戦 [Proposal Daisakusen]&lt;br /&gt;•	花嫁は厄年ッ！ [Hanayome wa Yakudoshi!]&lt;br /&gt;•	誰よりもママを愛す [Dare Yori mo Mama wo Aisu]&lt;br /&gt;•	花ざかりの君たちへ [Hanazakari no Kimi tachi E]&lt;br /&gt;•	鉄板少女アカネ!!  [Teppan Shoujo Akane]&lt;br /&gt;•	パパとムスメの７日間 [Papa to Musume no Nanokakan]&lt;br /&gt;•	ダンドリ ~Dance☆Drill~ [Dandori ~Dance Drill~]&lt;br /&gt;•	笑える恋はしたくない [Waraeru Koi wa Shitakunai]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if i have the time. And only if Mr. Crunchyroll isn't being a bitch, then yeah (: AND OH, ONLY IF THEY'RE ALREADY OUT IN JAPAN, FOR SOME OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;u&gt;I fucking despise copycats&lt;/u&gt;. Gah. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEWS/&lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;ever &lt;u&gt;E&lt;/u&gt;nding &lt;u&gt;W&lt;/u&gt;onderful &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;tory [Limited Edition] DVD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5619 yen US$45/124.02&lt;br /&gt;5,619.00 JPY = &lt;b&gt;70.6478 SGD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/font&gt; How the hell am i gonna afford that?! *sobs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;May i marry Yamashita Shoon, please?!!?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or is this post getting longer and longer? I can never write short posts, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eating wasabi with you is torturous yet so fun&lt;/i&gt; &amp;hearts; :Dv</content>
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    <title>I AM IN LOVE WITH SHIGE OMFGZ.</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T13:43:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-23T13:43:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck Chemistry. Fuck Physics. Fuck Math. Fuck those annoying practicals. Fuck long pants and covered shoes. Fuck T1A, T2, T3, T4 and T4A. Fuck those lecture notes. Fuck those annoying classrooms. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;FUCK SCHOOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, school, chemistry, physics and math can just fuck my brains out. I don't and i won't give a fuck anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, no more vulgarities. I'm sure you can tell that i hate school by now &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;my favourite NEWS member is Shige&lt;/b&gt;. Shivuu, Min and my two older sisters kinda knew it from the start, except for me. I don't knoowww seriously, there is something about Shige that makes me go, "OMFG SHIGE SHIGE SHIGE!!! &amp;hearts; *dies*". So erm yeah. It's not Yamapi, okay? Although i totally adore him to bits and pieces! &amp;gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which member is the most physically attractive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryo: For some reason or another, &lt;u&gt;Shige&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice answer Ryo, but why can't you give a damn reason?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, if i had to pick a date from one of the NEWS members, including Notti and Uchi, i would pick either Shige or Massu. Cos you can tell they're really gentle and oh-so sweet &amp;hearts; Okay, i shall stop imagining things. Never gonna happen. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested to look at my albums, pictures, etc, go &lt;a href="http://arterioles.multiply.com/photos"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... I'm trying my best to update. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School school school ROAR!</content>
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    <title>You bite my ear, and i'll bite your neck.</title>
    <published>2007-06-21T17:13:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T17:20:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">An extract from Shige's Essay : &lt;b&gt;Tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After I had become a part of NEWS, there were also times when I suddenly broke into tears in front of the other members. When they saw me who had without warning dissolved into tears, they were probably shocked. &lt;u&gt;I didn't state my reasons back then, I don't do it now, and I don't plan on doing it anytime in the future. Because these problems are deep inside of me. I'm actually very embarrassed when people see me cry.&lt;/u&gt; That's why I also went to the toilet and cried there, when things were really bad. I always smile in front of other people, but I'm actually quite fragile.&lt;/i&gt; Credits : &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ricchichan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=ricchichan'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=ricchichan'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ricchichan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read that part, i remembered myself. It was last year. I was sitting on 3 chairs stacked on top of each other, alone. Serene came out of nowhere and started playing with my ear. She flicked my earlobe here and there, and she got a shock of her life when she realised i was crying. In a few seconds, Mel, Shivuu and Val came crowding around me, asking me what's wrong, comforting me. &lt;i&gt;When they saw me who had without warning dissolved into tears, they were probably shocked. I didn't state my reasons back then... I also went to the toilet and cried there...&lt;/i&gt; I still remembered why i cried back then. It's amazing how someone's experience can be so similar to yours. And Shige isn't just a someone, &lt;b&gt;he's my idol&lt;/b&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/essay14.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe i should go fuck an ant or something...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; By : &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='shivuu' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shivuu.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shivuu.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shivuu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG-LY LOLNESS.</content>
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    <title>Bite my head off please.</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T13:45:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-20T14:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Wanna know how my secondary school clique was like? Watch that then (: Watched the video 3 times just now, continuously. I just realised how much we've grown and changed, in terms of appearance. But in terms of character, i guess we're pretty much the same. We look so innocent, young and chubby back then, aww~~ Love them loads &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to upload pictures from yesterday's class gathering but after uploading around a 100 pictures to the class blog, i've had enough of choosing and uploading so i'm not gonna post them up anytime soon. Even if you kick my butt as a punishment for me being lazy, i don't and i won't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been sick for almost, a week already? Lack of sleep and food, from what my sister concluded by looking at my current condition. Well. It's like this. No matter how tired i am, i can't fall asleep at night. Even if i do eventually go to dreamland, it's like, i get sucked right back out immediately a few mins/hours later. When i go back to sleep, i wake up again and it goes on for the entire night, if i remember correctly. I have been having this really throbbing headache and gosh, the pain is killing me. I can't walk or stand straight, and if i do, my vision is white DX And for the lack of food part, i don't have the mood to eat. If i do eat something, i feel like puking it right back out. I haven't actually vomitted anything out yet, cos i just swallow them. Aah, so pretty much my stomach is screwed. I can't finish eating my dinner. I can't eat my breakfast without feeling woozy. Blah blah, it goes on. However, today is a rather good day! My mom gave me my dinner, and i forced them down my throat, chewing and swallowing slowly. I just finished eating an apple too. So, i finished my dinner, for the first time in the loooongest time! Yay for me. My stomach is slowly accepting the food i'm eating. I hope everything goes well before term starts. For the sleeping part, i seriously have no idea what's bothering me, but i hope there'll be a night where i'll be able to sleep peacefully. Maybe i need to sleep with someone, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right okay, that will never ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that i'm sick and have been looking quite pale these past few days, i can't go for NBE tomorrow. ROAR! I can't see &lt;font color="red"&gt;fireflies&lt;/font&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Laogong for accompanying me to the market &amp;hearts; I give you the permission, to stuff me with food. HAHA. I know you hate it that i'm so skinny and that i'm not eating well. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna quit my current job. Gaah. Can't take it anymore. Hah.</content>
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    <title>Etched deep into my skin.</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T04:47:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T13:41:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a really bad headache right now D: Grah, i hate headaches. Okay, maybe it's my fault, cos the first thing i did after i woke up is switch on the computer plug and rest my butt down infront of the computer while i wait for it to turn on. No, i haven't eaten anything since last night and i have not brushed my teeth or whatsoever. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come bringing pictures from secondary school... I've been feeling emo for the entire week and i am still feeling emo after looking at all the pictures. I'm glad i brought my camera to school when it was getting closer and closer to the O's. Those were the best moments &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nametags!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where mine went...&lt;br /&gt;I shall go look for it, when i'm &lt;s&gt;not lazy&lt;/s&gt; free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I love this picture taken by Leeyaaaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Centre!&lt;br /&gt;For this erm, biotechnology course thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SO FUN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we wore labcoats.&lt;br /&gt;They were smelly though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alienated Angela, taken by Serene Tan Serh Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories14.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alienated Cheryl, taken by Serene Tan Serh Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories16.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alienated Shivani, taken by Serene Tan Serh Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories15.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo Athirah, taken by Serene Tan Serh Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories13.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene Tan Serh Ling, herself XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories12.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHIVUU WE LOOK SO FUNNY LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAY DANCE SENIORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/memories7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon Kon Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;My Chan Mali Chan! &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Robinsons is making me miss Isetan a lot, sigh... I really miss those times, when i'll get told off by the annoying supervisor by walking to Veggie's counter to disturb her or she'll come to my counter to try on my hats. Chibi-chan aka Felyssia would come all the way from the stupid shoes department and spend at least 15 minutes talking crap. After which she'll go inside the toilet, to just comb and retie her hair. If i was bored, i'll look into my own full-length mirror and do my hair or i'll hide inside the store room to use my handphone, and then sometimes i'll meet Piggy Pig Pig aka Xav inside. BOO *sob* ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;WORK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE HER! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the tallest &amp;gt;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon, the belt promoter! ((:&lt;br /&gt;She makes me want to get pregnant myself. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna be a happy mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhooorrrinnggg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so high LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Takashimaya.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i don't have a picture of myself and Xav in working clothes. Oh well, ONE DAY I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an SIA Airstewardess, badly. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i think i better go shower, eat lunch and study. I haven't studied &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;, roar! There's a stupid quiz next week, and i'm pretty much sure i'm gonna fail that one. Stupid questions are like french to me. I don't understand the bloody question and i don't even know how to start on my working. I'll just throw in a formula i know with some of the figures found in the question, and tada! My answer. How can i not fail? Chemistry can just fuck my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Laogong, i know you're ageing and all that, but please please take care of your back. Okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:59713</id>
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    <title>I felt so lonely, i could cry.</title>
    <published>2007-06-17T15:50:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-17T16:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/standbyme1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Sweet Seventeen Mel! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed your day. LOL. Your birthday celebration is always a blast. Gosh, i envy you XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Laogong&amp;hearts; for everything! I really really really appreciate it ((: Aaah, you don't know how touched i was. I seriously can't stop thinking about it. Gah. Thanks a lot. You made me happy, you make me happy, and you will always make me happy! \:DD/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish you were a kid again? You don't have to worry about school, studies, bitches, money and all that. But instead, you'd have to worry about whether your mom is gonna get you that rather attractive toy you saw in the huge colourful Toy Store you dragged her into a few days ago... Sigh, i miss being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to my real Papa!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to Lawrence Papa!&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Father's Day to Laogong!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;FIREFLIES!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't wait...&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:59419</id>
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    <title>The grass is greener on the other side.</title>
    <published>2007-06-15T13:56:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-15T14:20:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like i'm one of the Baudelaire Children, the kids who have experienced one unfortunate event after another, thus the title of the book, "A Series of Unfortunate Events"... I am truly experiencing a series of unfortunate events, and i don't even know why. Maybe it's just one of karma's tactful methods to teach me a lesson. Oh well. As Huat Jin, a member from CLS Club jokingly says, "Life goes on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, i'm no longer working at Isetan Scotts. The lady changed me to Robinsons, Centrepoint. The only reason why i don't wanna know go there is because i have no friends. This would mean i'm going for breaks alone. Oh, woe is me. I don't even have comfortable black shoes for work. I should've bought the hidden socks for my pumps. Dang. I'm stupid. Eh, but wait, Azhar and Clement are promoters there. I don't think they're working there tmr though. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a scary day, i must say. I nearly cried in the MRT when i was with Xav. Good thing i'm good at swallowing and holding back my emotions, or else the passengers in the train would think Xav was bullying me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come bringing pictures, as i've promised. I forgot to upload some of the pictures that are really worth showing though, ROAR~ Nevermind, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam12.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour, who apparently, loves my mom because she gives him food.&lt;br /&gt;He's really naughty and attempted to open the gate of our house.&lt;br /&gt;He even scolded me once, in baby mandarin language.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camwhore for a sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretzel we bought from Auntie Anne's.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam18.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture before i left the house to meet up with Min.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam14.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty Min XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam13.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her way of telling you to fuck-off-and-stop-taking-pictures-of-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam19.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Pohpi~ &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;(Pohpi is another nickname. i was called attypi. don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGGY PIG PIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam16.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIG PIG PIGGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to build-a-bear with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the heartbeat thingy from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton-stuffing place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it between your palms, close your eyes, make a wish, kiss it and stuff it inside the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam17.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to step on it, and the cotton will fill up the empty bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam22.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady stitching it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to brush the bear. There was no fur to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;What brushing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam21.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The naked bear needs clothes, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA~ &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cuutee?!?!!? XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam20.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam15.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth-certificate. &lt;br /&gt;AWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/picspam9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAOGONG AND LAOPO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who wants to fly to Japan with me to kill that stupid biatch who totally sucked Koyama's face during the Jap ver. of HSM? Anyone? *takes out a knife*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY LAOGONG! Love loveee &amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Why does it always end with a goodbye?</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T12:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T12:46:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As random as it is, I think humans are really selfish and greedy. Why is it that we can never be happy with what we have? Take for example, money. We have this certain amount, and we spend it all off. Once it’s all gone, you cry over the fact that you shouldn’t have used it all up. Or, we have a certain amount, and we will never cherish that amount, but rather, we want more, and more, and more. Since when has money been enough for everyone? Why are we so greedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone walks up to you asking for money, for help, would you give at least a small sum? It’s hard to say what the situation is really. Fine, take donations for example. How many of us would actually run away or totally ignore the secondary school kid in uniform when they approach us holding that can? To be honest, I have ignored them. And when I do Flag Day myself, I get ignored too. I believe we all feel frustration when it happens. In this situation, it’s just karma working on us… Why are we so selfish and self-centered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes another random paragraph. Why was I, no wait, why am I still so childish? I think due to my childishness, I lost a very close friend; I lost the chance to make myself a better person, and much much more. Thinking back now, oh my god, why was I so fucking stupid and childish? And as I reflect now, I haven’t changed much either. Aren’t we supposed to learn from past experiences? But no, history is repeating itself. Imagine, Germany letting a guy similar to that of Hitler to become leader. Disastrous? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, I am not making any sense. Oh well. Doesn’t matter. As long as everything makes sense in my own head, it’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. Let me ask you a question… Are you happy, where you are now? Think, and better think hard. If there was something in the past that you would change, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have to wait for that picture post. I'm feeling waaayyyy emo and lazy to do one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a job. Back to Isetan Scotts. Irony...? Level four, selling baby clothes. Am i happy? Hah. Not happy, grateful. Whatever shit that's gonna happen, it's only the beginning. Good God. Only the beginning, only the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the beautiful days I had with my true friends, goodbye…&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:58970</id>
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    <title>The two of us go walking within the flowing time.</title>
    <published>2007-06-13T14:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-13T15:12:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;愛&lt;/font&gt;って何?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kept appearing in ep6 of Bambino! If you're chinese, i'm sure you get the idea of the above sentence. Being a scientific person that i am, hah, i conclude that love comes in many forms, and each form is beautiful to the person itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you're too logical? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, if you're a daily reader of my ellejay, you'll know that i never talk about what i do for the whole day or week. I just talk about how i feel, or highlight some of the parts that are worth mentioning about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(skip it for all you want) &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, i met my HB&amp;hearts; for a while and then Xav and i went to Suntec City, Marina Square and Esplanade! After what seemed like YEARS, i finally got to hang out with Xav, the piggy pig pig for one whole day :D Yay. Happy happy me! As usual, he bullied me. And i managed to do the same thing to him too. Hah. I really enjoyed myself, thaaankkk you soo soo much!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camwhore for a sister accompanied me to Suntec City again today so that i could go for my job interview. Apparently, i passed the interview, but i rejected the job offer. LOL. Why? Cos the pay is too low. And so fucking what if i get free pretzels while i work? I want my wallet to grow heavier, but not my body mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and i shopped at this store and we got sooo high we kept laughing and i'm sure our faces grew quite hot throughout the entire thing. She took loads of pictures and ohh myy, pretty pictures! Happy happy us! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, come to think of it, i have too many pictures to upload. This is bad. Photoshop, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this whole thing i'm experiencing right now, is about trusting you and most importantly, trusting myself. If you can't forget, and if the feeling still lingers at the corner of your heart, it doesn't matter. As long as you know for yourself what your true feelings are, then i'm glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't go guessing who the above paragraph is for. You'll never, ever, ever guess. HEH HEH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS PLAYING MY MUSIC OUT LOUD FROM MY LAPPY WHILE VISITING SOMEONE'S BLOG AND THAT BLOG'S FUCKING ANNOYING MUSIC BLASTED OUT, NEARLY KILLED MY POOR HEART, AND TOTALLY SILENCED MY OWN MUSIC. AM I PISSED? HELL FUCKING YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE BLOGS WITH MUSIC. JUST SHUT THE MOTHER FUCKING UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:58718</id>
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    <title>Dance with me, my dear romance.</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T13:15:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T14:54:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There is something I really want to forget right now, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try… And how long has it been? Almost five years now…? Isn’t this getting kind of ridiculous? Oh what the hell, I can’t move on. Unless I come face to face with this annoying problem and solve it. Oh God, please let me move on and forget this shit. Gaah. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, remember my previous post? I was cursing three people? Well, add another person in for me preaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I really really really want to do right now. It is to go to the &lt;b&gt;Suntec City rooftop garden&lt;/b&gt; and drink chocolate bubble tea. The last time I went there was with Jenn, Naomi and Lawrence. I drank Jenn’s chocolate bubble tea and oh myyy, it was so nice! Gosh. I must go there right now and drink &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;chocolate bubble tea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! I need that calming place and that yummy drink to get me out of this depressed garbage dump. &lt;i&gt;Laogong, wanna go with me? ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally watched the last episode of the last season of Gilmore Girls. Boo, it made me tear. I’ve been watching that show for nearly seven years now, and I remembered how often my sister and I would pick out quotes from the show to test each other’s knowledge. Sigh, those were the times. We even stayed up late at night re-watching our favourite episodes and my sister encountered a ghostly presence during one of those days. Our favourite episodes would definitely have Tristan and Dean. Remember, kak? :D The whole show is finally over now. Bittersweet I guess, although I kinda stopped halfway during season 6. Overall, great sarcasm, great characters, great actors, great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling lazy again. Thus, the reason why this post does not have pictures and it looks rather boring. Please excuse my laziness. It’s the holidays, I’m jobless, my heart is aching for I don’t know what reason and I’m bored. So... Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. You're ignoring me... I'm fine with that. But why am i crying??</content>
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    <title>Gotta shake out this feeling.</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T11:41:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T14:32:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yikes yikes yikkessss. Why does my heart ache everytime i think of you? Fuck you fuck you fuck you ROAR. Go die you piece of shit. You're destroying me. *kicks;sobs;hides* (and i'm talking about 3 ppl here, hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the pictures i promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ying and me in the bus, camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the industrial visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;Jun Jie sleeping. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie, sleeping with her ipod playing.&lt;br /&gt;She looks dead. Doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tired, exhausted and smelly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc12.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crapping around in school.&lt;br /&gt;Bored and crazy. Yes. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing my report at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy bitch, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi and me!&lt;br /&gt;We scold each other all the time but end up holding hands at the end of the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute headband! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute headband! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funkaaayyy sunglasses number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funkaaayyy sunglasses number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc8.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/ivtc13.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xav is soooo cutee!!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;He's wearing my yellow heart clip.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more from going out with my family today, but i'm just too lazzyy~ Yes, didn't i mention earlier that i'm a lazy bitch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;@^$)&amp;*%_+@(_%*#)^!_*+$#@)(%_&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my ellejay is dead. Oh well. Doesn't matter. As long as i have a place that allows me to smash the keyboard and spam like crazy, i'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to upload the pictures i took a few hours ago. Yes, i'm bored. It's the &lt;br /&gt;holidays, what do you expect?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/crack4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Bambino! and my sister bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/crack5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my oldest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/crack1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my 2nd sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/crack3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my two older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/crack2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my younger brother. He's so frigging cute! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/crack6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mom and my oldest sister.&lt;br /&gt;She's totally invading my whoring moments. &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really, really, really bored! My siblings were busy using their computers or lappies, and my mom was in the kitchen, busy making food for me, and i had a camera in my hand, so there ya go. Hah. Now i'm contemplating whether i should upload these pictures in Friendster. It would be really embarassing though. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i told Jenn that i'll be a GM (Game Master) for the Non-Budget Event. Haha yaye?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:58266</id>
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    <title>You saved me.</title>
    <published>2007-06-09T03:39:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-09T03:48:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Kids, i am back from the scary realms of hell, which in other words, means school. I didn't think i could survive this whole annoying week, filled with quizzes and reports and really long days in school. But i did, yaayeee! \:D/ &lt;s&gt;Hmm, actually not really, but oh well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's the start of the holidays. My very first term break in my new school. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;•	I'm &lt;b&gt;grounded&lt;/b&gt;, so I don't think I can go out, unless I really bargain with my dad and come back home early and all that shiznit.&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;b&gt;CON. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•	I have 3/4 out of my two weeks for rotting so I’m flipping through the newspaper for a &lt;b&gt;job&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Job = Money = JE = LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;Job = Money = New clothes = YAYE!&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;b&gt;PRO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•	I &lt;b&gt;might not be able to meet up&lt;/b&gt; with Xav, my fangirls, my sec sch friends, etc etc. since i'm grounded.&lt;br /&gt;→&lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY CON. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•	I have more time to do stretching’s, which would mean that my chances of doing &lt;b&gt;splits&lt;/b&gt; are higher!&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;b&gt;PRO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•	I might &lt;b&gt;gain a lot of weight,&lt;/b&gt; cos I guess I’ll eat quite a lot at home if I’m stuck here for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;b&gt;CON. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•	For time means &lt;b&gt;more time for studying&lt;/b&gt;, revising and doing my tutorials. More quizzes and reports coming up. Not to forget the annoying Semestral Exams.&lt;br /&gt;→ &lt;b&gt;PRO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and MORE! Gosh, so much more. Holidays can mean two things. It's either you have too much time to waste, or too little time to spend. I'm not sure which direction my holidays are going, but i hope nothing happens. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i really wanted this post to be filled with sarcasm and edited pictures of what's been happening for the past few days, cos i took loads of pictures, but i'm too darn hungry to even think, let alone type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hunger, i didn't eat much for the past few days as well. Which i think, contributed to my fatigue, headaches and lack of concentration. Gah, can't help it if i don't have the mood to munch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of Utada Hikaru for this entire week as well. I love her songs and i love her! &amp;hearts; If you listen to her songs and her voice, she totally brings you into another dimension. Brings you into a trance, pretty much. If you want me to upload her songs, just tell me~ I'll be glad to. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing anything much right...? I've been going to school, and coming back home to do school work, then off to bed, then up again to go to school, blah blah blah. RIGHT?! But how come my skin is becoming darker and darker everytime i look in the damn mirror? ): I'm so dark now i'm begining to look more and more like a Malay! Hahaha, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i really need food in my stomach. KTHXBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;いつものわかれみちで　なにもできない　わかってる&lt;br /&gt;ほっぺたふくらませて　てをはなして　「もういくね」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ねぇ　こっちをむいていて&lt;br /&gt;くちびるに　ちかづいて　ドキドキとまらない &lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T13:57:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T14:33:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My Math quiz just now was rather... Hmm, peachy? Section A was what you could say, a breeze, but Section B keeled me. I literally stoned there, and stared blankly at my paper, hoping the numbers on the paper would rearrange itself to give me the answer. I even nearly fell asleep during the paper too. And i was pretty much sure i was the first person to finish the paper. Cos the lecturer came up to my seat to have a little get-to-know-each-other session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lecturer: *comes up to my seat* You're done?&lt;br /&gt;Atty: ....Er, yes...?&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Wow, that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Atty: ......&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Are you a local?&lt;br /&gt;Atty: Huh? I'm a Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Atty: I'M A SINGAPOREAN MALAY.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Really?! Do you have any chinese blood?&lt;br /&gt;Atty: Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Your father's side or mother's?&lt;br /&gt;Atty: My father's.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: That means your father is a chinese? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Atty: Erm, ya, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Then, what about your mother...?&lt;br /&gt;Atty: She's Indonesian Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: I see i see! No wonder you don't have that Singaporean look.&lt;br /&gt;Atty: Oh, okay... (dude, you're not the only one who has said that about me)&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the entire time, Sheng Chang who was sitting one seat away from me, was brooding over the paper like there was no tomorrow, talking to himself. YES, MY CLASSMATE TALKS TO HIMSELF. I had no idea what he was saying, but hahaha, it's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was, before the stupid quiz, we had our Math lecture, where we had our lecturer revise some of the things that will &lt;b&gt;definitely&lt;/b&gt; come out during the quiz... Guess what i was doing. I was sleeping with my head hanging down, my specs askew, without any writing material in front of me. If i'm not mistaken, i slept for forty five minutes. Oh bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did lots of stretchings just now. My limbs feel rather, lose...? Feels as though they're gonna drop of from my main body at any moment. Grah, the pain, and the memories. They're flooding back into my packed and busy brain so fast i don't think i can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, oh it hurts... Breathe breathe breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好きで好きでどうしようもない&lt;br /&gt;それとこれとは関係無い。</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arterioles:57148</id>
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    <title>Something waiting to jump out from my insides.</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T15:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-03T15:26:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tomorrow, is quiz day. Hoooraaah. I am so excited i'm gonna piss in my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures. Yiz, was bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/sun2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/sun1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes my sister baked today.&lt;br /&gt;I helped her with the icing.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it pretty? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/sun6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me, when i was 15 years old!&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken after my performance.&lt;br /&gt;I look horrid. Grah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl on the far left btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/sun4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene Tan, you nearly killed me.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/sun5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chan Mali Chan (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='dontknow_qm' style='white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;'&gt;dontknow_qm&lt;/span&gt;), so irresistibly cute! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/clsday1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/clsday4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Papa bought me and Jenn donuts! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/sun3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair, ugh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/clsday3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new is gonna happen to my ellejay. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you like crazzzyyyy~~~&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Double trouble, toil and bubble.</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T12:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T16:30:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Prepare yourselves, for the biggest movie of the year! &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix&lt;/u&gt;, the book that made me tear like an idiot because Sirius Black, one of my favourite characters, died. *sob* I can't wait to read the last book, which is coming out on the 21st of July. Who's gonna die, who's gonna die, who's gonna die? Heh. Hmm, i wonder why the Harry Potter movie and book releases are close to my birthday. Anyways. Watch the trailer :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Harry Potter is LOVE &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I know they're gonna go out of the book, like a thousand kilometres away, but i know i'm still gonna love the movie. The graphics are &lt;b&gt;A.MA.ZING.&lt;/b&gt; Watched it more than five times too, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the HP rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikitty resigned from Morning Musume *wails* I LOVE HER. She can't leaaave, no no no! Dang. What is happening to MoMusu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, i finished my CRS report, hehe. Took me at least, four bloody hours. From one draft, to the next one, to the other one, until everything came together. So now i'm thinking, how the fuck am i gonna write a stupid report for the bloody exams in only 2 hrs? Kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying, my classmate, wants me to join her for dance CCA on Monday. Should i...? I know my dad will rip me into little shreds if i do )x Oh my gayness. &lt;b&gt;I WANT TO DANCE.&lt;/b&gt; Sigh, i already have enough on my plate. I shouldn't add anymore eh? Shit, RAWR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/nobutaguitarprofile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear me, where are you? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流れ行く時の中で二人歩いてく&lt;br /&gt;それが何よりも欲しいものだってキズイテク&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夕暮れの空に染まる赤い雲のように&lt;br /&gt;ずっとつずいてく思い今伝えるから&lt;br /&gt;今伝えるから…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>Hocus pocus, work for me.</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T13:05:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T13:05:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm here because i'm bored and i have not started on my tutorials. Yes, i am dead if i do not hand them in by tomorrow because my fucked face of a lecturer is deranged. No, actually he's kinda funny but he's annoying when we're not doing his work up to his standards. He's also a bitch for setting the quiz to hard and failing me. Hah. Yeaaah, it is &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; his fault that i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't detect sarcasm, then kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do i always digress. I have edited and uploaded pics for this very mundane ellejay of mine. You've seen me in my polka dotty dress, but now you'll see me wearing normal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my dearly loved and missed friends, Min and Shivuu. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, my Hungry Bear and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Shrek headband. It's cuuuteee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pespiring, waiting for the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and realised the camera was aiming at me, so i posed )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD SKOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty clip that i've had since young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored9.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASRP = Athirah Suhaimi and Rei Ping&lt;br /&gt;My lab partner and I.&lt;br /&gt;Check out my nails. Pwnz! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiz, that's me. Don't laugh prz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/bored7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier and I :3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Loveee &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the result of my boredom. I shall go eat dinner now and do my tutorials before i start having nightmares of my lecturer screaming at me, taking off marks from my already low quiz marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KTHXBAI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Father Time is a lonely man.</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T00:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T14:26:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/shivuucard.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shivuu, I miss you. A lot. You’re having a whole new different life there, and it’s a good thing, but I can’t help but feel that if you’re in Singapore, life would be better. Selfish thoughts, sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think our sec 4 year was the best year for the both of us. I converted you into a JE Fangirl, we grew closer after my huge and scary hatred towards you when we were sec 3, and we could even talk and still become good friends after all the quarrels that we had. Seriously speaking, back then, I didn’t want to say what’s wrong because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. And I did forget what were the things that you did that made me upset, because I didn’t want to remember the things that could ruin our friendship. Big mistake, I guess. We still ended up arguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh crap. I don’t know what to say. I have LOADS to say, definitely, but I can’t really express them. I just want to see you again. I want to fangirl with you. I want to hang out at your house, sit on your comfortable bed with you screaming at Amber to shut up, and then we’ll watch videos or listen to music while you show me your clothes. I even dropped your perfume, cos I was too busy exploring your tiny but packed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I miss you booooo. And I don’t know what else to say for your very pathetic birthday post. Just, ganbatte in Pembroke. You’re a strong person. Just hang in there ((: Happy Sweet Seventeen Shivani. RABU~ &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/shivuuandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unglam picture has the best memories.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I failed one, i passed the other one. I'm really horrible in Chemistry, and the bad grades are even following me to Poly. I needed two more marks to pass the paper, and i lost those two annoying marks because i didn't know how to convert PPB to Molarity. Gaah, i hate myself for that. Oh, fyi, Molarity is another way to define concentration of a solution. Okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the one i passed, is Physics. I knew i was gonna fail, and i would, if the lecturer wasn't so lenient. I got 61%. Good? Bad? Yeah, bad. I didn't even take Physics back in sec sch, so i struggled a lot for this module. Oh my oh my, i don't have to sit for an exam for this module, because my final grade will be the average result for three quizzes. I passed one. I have to get around the same grades for the other two, to get at least a C. Eww omfg, C is such an ugly grade. Sigh. )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quiz that i just took, nearly killed me. Some questions were really doable, cos i remembered the annoying formulae and all that, but the last few questions were killers. I left 12 marks worth of blanks. And the first question, i divided the density by TIME. It's supposed to be by VOLUME. Huge diffrence, much? I'm gonna fail this one. Fail fail fail fail fail. Someone please kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Badminton today with Naomi, Shu Ying, Xian Yong, Calvin and Xav! To no surprise, i got trashed, as usual. I was never good in sports in the first place. Hah. Now, my legs and arms are aching! And we only played for a few minutes. Haha. I went straight to bed when i reached home after taking a quick shower and eating my dinner. Ah, tired tired tired =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really horrible feeling in my heart. Something bad is gonna happen. Or maybe, something bad has already happened. I'm choosing to ignore it, but it's disturbing the phook out of me. Shit. Please, just kill me. Bang my head against the wall until it cracks open, pour poison into my drink, ANYTHING. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If time is so precious,&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone still&lt;br /&gt;Trying, and waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all move on?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>音楽に合わせて踊る。</title>
    <published>2007-05-28T12:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-28T13:07:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had so much fun in school today, yay~ :D Omfgzz, i can't believe i just said that. Do you know how rare it is for me to say that? I don't even look forward to school, unlike in sec sch... I look forward to school even during the June break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shan't digress. I am so totally in love with my CRS (Critical Reasoning Skills) lecturer. Firstly, i love his accent. Hah. Also, his lectures are NEVER boring, so two whole hours would just past like nothing. He's also very sarcastic and humorous, which makes the whole thing exciting and lively. I never fail to laugh my ass off during his lesson. Oh. We had this english lesson thing, where we were told to spot the common grammatical errors that a lot of people are making. He complimented me~ Saying my english is actually pretty good. How shocking! Seriously. I was shocked and i still am. &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;I miss dance so much. I want to dance. My heart is burning to dance again. Help me...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the day was... I LEARNED A CARD TRICK! Like, a real magic trick using a deck of cards. Heh heh. It's really really easy, but it's amazing and brilliant. The person who taught me was Paul, a yr3 from CLS Club :DDD He thought me and my HB this and that, and wooaaah, cho kakoii! Paul said he's gonna teach us more the next time he sees us.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it's really rare to meet a magician who is willing to teach you his magic tricks? Paul is soo nice... And oh ya. So far, including Paul, i've known two magicians personally. Both with substance. So brilliant. I wanna learn more! :Dv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO WANTS TO BE THE FIRST TO SEE MY CARD TRICK?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I teared in the LRT today.I hate myself, a lot. &lt;b&gt;IT'S WRONG&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;So wrong...&lt;/i&gt; I'm gonna get you out of my head. Using magic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY TODAY HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA. I'm high~ &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;My heart hurts so much today. My arm, hurts too. Ouch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>One lives, the other one dies.</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T16:01:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T16:11:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/pohmincard.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remembered how we first met. We were 13 years old. Rosy Low rearranged our seats, and annoyed the hell out of us. She made me sit beside you. Both of us were rather unhappy to be sitting next to each other. I hated the fact that you were too quiet in class. You however, said I was an arrogant person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had no choice, and we talked, and talked, and talked. We helped each other in a lot of stuff, and throughout the whole year, we grew closer. It was the same thing when were moved up one year in secondary school. We partnered each other during field trips, group works, etc etc. We had so much fun right? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed a little when we were in sec 3. Shit happened, and we didn’t talk as much. Things changed once again when we were in sec 4. We grew closer all over again. We quarreled so much throughout those 4 years that it is actually quite amazing that at the end of sec 4, we even kept each close after graduation, after O levels… We even found a job together in the same company. Our hope of working together finally came true during Isetan Private Sales. We were so high during that day we didn’t even bother about sales, because as long as we had each other’s company, it was enough to keep ourselves going until 10pm at night. You always finished work earlier than me, and you would always make the effort to come to Isetan all the way from Takashimaya to look for me while I was working. Truthfully, when you came in smiling and waving at me, it really brightened up my day. My legs would not feel so tired after all. We bitched, we complained about anything that came into our mind about work. Only the both of us could understand each other, because obviously, we work for the same brand. When we got our pay, we would go shopping together and spend like no one’s business. We would eat takoyaki together at Takashimaya and walk around the whole place as though our parents owned the mall. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh Min, I really miss you. I missed those times. I’m really sorry that we aren’t doing all those anymore. I’m sure we would if we get to meet and have the whole day to ourselves. If the world is fair, God would make Uchi come to Singapore to have a date with you. Hee. Anyways, thank you for being such a great friend for 4 years. Happy Sweet Seventeen. I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i53/attychek/pohpi-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, and half of my body.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my &lt;a href="http://arterioles.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;userinfo&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out~&lt;br /&gt;I need a job, rawr~&lt;br /&gt;BYE-CYCLE~ :D</content>
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    <title>There is a limit to everything.</title>
    <published>2007-05-25T16:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-25T16:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know what, don't trust me when i say i want to go on a Hiatus. Cos i can never get past 1 day. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework pile has lessened, thank god. Wooo~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would really appreciate it if you cut me some fucking slack. I have only a week of break, and to me, it doesn't even feel like one. I'm already pressurised and stressed beyond my own ability. I really don't need you to be jumping down my fucking neck. I'm so fucking sick of this. This is supposed to be a break for me. A break. Am i having a break? Am i even taking a rest? Fuck no. So just go fuck off and try to understand that i'm already stretching my time and myself. You should know me fucking well to know how much i can take all this fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Seriously fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, don't go guessing who i wrote that to. If you think it's you, that means it's not you. Cos the person i'm talking about might actually not be bothered to read all of the above. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really hate it when people assume things about me. I know this is really, erm, stupid and lame, but assuming is making an &lt;b&gt;ass&lt;/b&gt; out of &lt;b&gt;u&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. Well, no matter how lame it might sound, it's does speak some truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed, confused and tired. I need a rest.</content>
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    <title>Dying, dying, dead.</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T09:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-25T15:43:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm doing my Character Development Case Study on Responsibility and i came across this question which i found, rather amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are the benefits &amp;amp; problems of having a boyfriend / girlfriend while you are still a student?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Wanna know my answer? :D &lt;br /&gt;Anyways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;HIATUS&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Why...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• My homework is piling up and I’m nowhere near done. &lt;br /&gt;• I have been feeling down lately and I don't wanna post emo entries. &lt;br /&gt;• I basically hate myself at this very moment for not meeting up with a friend cos of schoolwork. &lt;br /&gt;• I'm quite upset to be told that i'm not spending enough time with er, ya. Fyi, the fact that i don't spend enough time with _____ also means that i'm not giving myself time either. Ah fine. I'm not making sense. &lt;br /&gt;• I want to get my life back.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when he leaves, i'll be lonely like hell. &lt;br /&gt;Just by looking at them, and by looking at him, it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;By watching, thinking and caring over them from far, it hurts even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go figure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Time will not wait for anyone.</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T14:40:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T14:40:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Since i don't have school for a week, i guess i can come here almost everyday, to update, or else it's gonna continue rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Woodlands library to mug, with my 2nd brother, who came along with me last minute. I ended up stoning, falling asleep and disturbing my brother, because i didn't know how to do a lot of the questions from my tutorials LOL. Sad to say, my bro ignored me all the way. Boo~ )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to SMSS with Xav, my dear no0by to collect my O cert. The most amusing thing was, where ever i turned, someone would smile and acknowledge me. Oh, Xav was apparently the only guy in the school. His first time entering a Girls' School too. Hah. And and and omgg~~~ I saw my Chan Mali Chan and Inggy! &amp;hearts; &lt;b&gt;We are so fated.&lt;/b&gt; Inggy was normal with her cute english, and my Chan Mali Chan was being super adorable, that i wanna eat her up LOL. Hee. How can anyone be that cute, seriously? I was so excited to see them, after soooo frigging long. Two of my favourite juniors~ Ganbatte for your Chinese O's, yeah? \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i am so stressed, i would love to bury myself in a hole and never come out. Reports, date sheets, tutorials, chapters to complete... Gaaah. And if my father ever mentions the word JC again to me, i'll pull my hair out.</content>
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    <title>New beginnings? I don't think so.</title>
    <published>2007-05-21T07:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-21T11:59:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='arterioles' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://arterioles.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://arterioles.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;arterioles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my layout ♥&lt;br /&gt;(it looks weird in Opera, but looks fine in Internet Explorer. oh why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have school for a week, yaye! E-learning week, blah blah blah, shan't go into detail. My homework pile is huge though. Sigh. Gonna work on them soon.&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's F&amp;H tour was so fun, woo. I went to different parts of Singapore which i've never been to. The Merlion isn't as big as i thought it would be. But ah, when i went there, i made sure i stood at the spot where Aiba was standing at when he came to Singapore the other time. Hah. I'm still a fangirl kids. Not as rabid as last time, but i aaam. Not closet, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm beginning to listen to Korean. SuJu is kinda cute. That's all. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watched Bambino! yet? Poor Matsujun. LOL. The food looks good though yeah? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the library tmr to mug by myself boohoo. Lonely, much? )x Sigh. I wish i still had the nine of you girls with me. We'd go to the library with our books, but will end up bitching and laughing our asses off. Oh wells. Can't be helped. I'm going back to SMSS tmr... I'm sure i can imagine all of us in our uniforms running around like rabied monkeys in my head when i step inside. Love you girls loads. (:</content>
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