<?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-7017186</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:35:34.299+08:00</updated><category term='DEPESSION'/><category term='K boxing...'/><category term='Short and sweet......'/><category term='school freak'/><category term='back from vacation'/><category term='Weekend para~'/><category term='me mistake'/><category term='Single'/><category term='hot air balloon'/><category term='love is making me confuse...'/><category term='Birthday coming...'/><category term='Gayish teacher'/><category term='Class gathering...'/><category term='Bored... Bored... 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Reward: A new friend...'/><category term='Long way to go'/><category term='First day at school...'/><category term='the coming friday...'/><category term='XD'/><title type='text'>Yoz</title><subtitle type='html'>yoz yoz, i @m @ g@l wh0 lik3$ to h@ng 0u+ with ppl i no3...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1691055264815535982</id><published>2009-10-13T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:45:08.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn trips'/><title type='text'>In turmoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been feeling disappointed, upset and angry when i my mum came into my bedroom on 3rd of Oct, mid-autumn festival morning when i was still in bed and told me, 'I'm going to genting' says mum. My head was still blurry and asked her why the sudden the trip and went back to bed when she didn't answer. When I woke up, I knew it wasn't a dream and my mum had left me at home with my sister on that day with dad working. I was angry with her because she didn't tell me about the trip until last minute and really last minute and when I'm sleeping. Also, why choose mid-autumn when we were suppose to celebrate with mooncake and glutinous rice dumplings as a FAMILY. When anger fumes, other emotions like disappointment and sadness filled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the day pass with tv, computer and other stuffs and she called at night. I was the one who answered the phone and the person who said hi was uncle(aunt's husband). He wasn't polite at all and I wasn't happy with it and worse was mum took the call. I sounded like I wasn't happy and I was. I know she wanted to talk to me but perhaps my voice didn't came as friendly and she evaded by asking for someone else to the phone. For the next two days, I didn't pick up any of her call and didn't talk to her. I was long asleep when she came back on monday night and I only saw her on tuesday. I didn't want to talk to her and I kept at it for a week. I only started to say a few words yesterday and I started to try to let the incident pass but today, my journey home was trash. I stuffed my ears with music to avoid the 'car-sickness' I would usually feel in my dad's lorry and sing to distract myself. Then came the trash part. I was actually in a good mood from work and my dad had to ask me things that would make me mad. Before this, my sister and dad would ask me why I just wouldn't talk to mum and I would just ignore them because I know they don't feel the same way as I feel about mum going to genting and it would only waste my time explaining. Mum was like the only parent to me since I hardly ever talk to dad. So, this incident really made a hole in my heart. To make it bigger my dad asked me about the passport that we have planned to collect next sat, if he could bring my mum to collect it earlier. I asked him, 'why do you ask?'. He replied saying that mum might be going overseas again so they would be collecting it first while I waited for mine. Overseas Again... You got to be kidding. With whatever he asked me later about the details I just shouted at him and stopped talking and put my anger onto singing. At the point, I was thinking to myself, if mum does that again in sometime near, I would definitely flare up and never talk to her again. I'm already feeling it now. The NEED to shut up and not talk to my parents. I'm not angry with my mum not bringing me along for the trip, I'm angry at her telling only that late when I guessed she already planned to go since like way before by taking away possibilities of her not planning beforehand. I need to breakaway from this, working is not enough to get me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a book yesterday, in a day and the book was great, and it kept me occupied for the whole day beside work. Can everyday be a book day for me to escape? Is escaping a solution? If I were to talk to my mum about it, I know it would not be a talk, I would probably be on top of my voice by the second word or sentence. What should I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1691055264815535982?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1691055264815535982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1691055264815535982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1691055264815535982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1691055264815535982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-turmoil.html' title='In turmoil'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-2278861492160475751</id><published>2009-07-21T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:20:33.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fulfilling day...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is now 6 mins past 12am which is 21/7/09. I had a fulfilling trip on sat, 18th July to a lot of places. First I went TM for some starhub stuffs and then i had to take a long train trip to jurong east. I was late for the meeting with my cousin, her bf, and my friend. Suppose to meet at 2 at science centre but there was some delay at TM. When i was there they were having lunch. Poor me, I only had a few sushi for lunch. We took a bus to science centre with some chit chats while waiting and on the bus. Funny conversation we had. Few minutes later and we poof to the science centre. It was 2.45pm. We were still thinking whether to get just the da vinci exhibition ticket or the package which includes science centre+omni theatre+DV. Seconds of thoughts and we were rushed to another ticketing booth without queue for tickets on the package. We didn't want sea monkey and just in time for vincent van gogh at 3pm. I was excited about it. Vincent van gogh we are talking here. The omni theatre was so cool. The screen was not the plain old flat big screen. Instead it was in a dome shape. Never been there before so pardon me. It was like in the mum's womb explained my cousin. Quite about there now that I'm thinking about it. The clip was less than an hour but it felt long and there it was. Vincent's life journey till death and pictures of paintings he did. The clip was about him talking about his life. Some funny parts in it. Interesting. I also took some pictures of the replicas of paintings he did displayed outside the theatre. Then off we were to the da vinci exhibition. I spent $20 outside the exhibition. You can see the pictures i took and the things i bought on facebook. The exhibition showed Da Vinci's life's works. He is truly a genius to invent so many things. Not only paintings but military engineering and more... I was in a rush and a pity I just browsed through. Luckily i bought the book explaining things showed in the exhibition. Then we took a long walk estimating 8mins according to the science centre website which I felt was more than that and train to plaza sing. For dinner and then HARRY POTTER!!! It's harry potter and the half-blood prince. I thought it was too much love stories and too little battles. The ending was too brief and not really concluded. Hopefully the last one would be better. Overall the movie was alright. The night ended with my cousin fetching me home and laughters on the way. I even had aches all over the next day because of the walks. Still a little aching now. ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-2278861492160475751?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/2278861492160475751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=2278861492160475751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/2278861492160475751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/2278861492160475751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-now-6-mins-past-12am-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-5072925216697609167</id><published>2009-06-18T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:00:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life- Nobody understands even I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried softly in bed, hiding from ears beyond the walls. Drowning in sorrow on my soaked pillow as I thought of what people told me and see from me. I know I'm redundant, stupid, useless and a liability. I have feelings, emotions, a heart. Everyday, i have to be optimistic but that is just a facade a put up. Looking into my reflection I see nothing, even in shadows I'm nobody. I now know why I hated looking into mirrors in public since young. I feel inferior. I know I can't be what people wants me to be. I'm far from what they ask for. I'm just someone who hides in the shadow of others, looking for a meaning to live and wondering who is this person. Thoughts of suicidal flashed my mind like a million times but I never had the courage to die. Other than the lack of courage, I felt I had something to do before I die, but what was it?&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I've changed, different from who I was when I was a child. I did not reply. I thought to myself. How can I still who I was with the everchanging environment, society, education and even hormones in me. I no longer stay at 1+1=2. Things have been much more complicated, thoughts are more structured.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what others want me to be, but that's just not me. I can only be the shadow, hiding from the light, never coming out. Why do I have to be who I am. I hate myself. How I wish I never had emotions or even, I wish I never existed. Maybe the world would be a better place or at least people around me would be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-5072925216697609167?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/5072925216697609167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=5072925216697609167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5072925216697609167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5072925216697609167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-nobody-understands-even-i-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-7530023868472996295</id><published>2009-04-09T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:18:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZiRCA trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 April. Went for my final theory test at ubi in the morning. So afraid that I'll fail the second time. Well, I passed! Haha. After that I had to doggy bag food back home. So piping hot. Then I waited for time to pass on computer and tv. Watched tv till I almost fell asleep. Then it's time to meet mei for dinner at the central before drinking. Hehe. Took dad's car with stupid dog all the way there. Kept yawning. Had to shop around the place because mei was late. Then I had an awful dinner because most of the dish in the yong tau fu was sour. Then we went to the latin bar we went previously with my aunt, 2 bens (haha), momo and of course my mei and I. However, my aunt doesn't like the music and environment so we walked around. My aunt insisted on going to dance in a club but we had 2 underage. We went to the arena and we weren't allowed in because my aunt asked stupid questions. Then, we went to china one again and drank. I had awful mojito minty martini. I exchanged it with mei to raspberry martini. Didn't get to finish it anyway cause we were going to zirca. They only started at 11 due to a concert. Then ben had to take momo's ben's IC and mei took momo's ez-link. I was laughing looking at ben and momo's ben photo. Don't look alike at all. Well, we all got in. The guy checking must be blind. All thanks to him anyway. My aunt danced like hell. Ben couldn't dance. He was doing chicken dance. Momo and ben argued. Mei vomit, again. In any case, it was fun. :) Hope to do it again if my mum allows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-7530023868472996295?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/7530023868472996295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=7530023868472996295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7530023868472996295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7530023868472996295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2009/04/zirca-trip.html' title='ZiRCA trip'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-4362496316849883326</id><published>2008-10-19T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:04:25.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday job -clover-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My holiday will come to an end today at 12mn. I enjoyed my holiday a lot. Although I spent two weeks wandering around  at home with nothing to do but watching tv and reading my story books. I've become a book worm this holiday. I can't believe it. I actually finished two and a half books in this period of time. Playing for pizza by john grisham and my three husbands by some author i can't remember the name. I'm like reading John Grisham's books now. The appeal is on the way together with the client and half way through the innocent man. I find his books very interesting becasue of the way he writes them. Fill me with imagination of how the story goes. In the first few days of my holiday I received calls from my agent telling me about job offers. Time past so quickly that I finally got a job two weeks later. There i begin my working journey in prudential. My first working place was at singapore power building. I actually got drenched for the first day of work due to some stupid mistakes of crossing the road when i actually didn't have to. I was surprised to see someone I actually know at the work place and that was Yen Ling from PRCS. For that 6 days I worked there, I had most of my lunch with kimi. Some with my colleagues. Anyway. I was quite happy working there when there's someone to talk to. Walking around and talking. Then there was shocking news when most of us will have to stay till 30th of Sep when that was only the fourth day of work. We drew lots and I got the one that was till 30th. The lucky ones got it to 3rd Oct. I was quite lucky when Kenneth was willing to swap with me. So I stayed on. On the 2nd, We drew lots again to see who get to stay till the 17th of Oct. We paired up leaving it with 3 pairs and one opted out. So it was the battle between 2 pairs. My partner got it. I was so happy. Thank god we get to stay till the 17th or else I'll go bankrupt. One thing I felt sad was there wasn't anyone close to stay with me. I was stuck with a girl called Kelly. Then with twist and turns, I ended up with a girl name Fiona. Kelly changed with her finding her a pity to lose her job after 2 days and especially when she has purchsed the mrt concession. The both of us started working at cuppage, starhub centre. Sitting together everyday allowed us to bond. We had lunch together and enjoyed each other's company. EVen though we had to sit seperate places a week later, we were quite close because we went to the washroom together and pantry and still lunch. :) I was playing with her and my boss. I always tried to scare them. Haha! My boss is a very funny person and he's very sweet. Although there was once when we were quite fed up with each other. Haha, but everything turned out alright. We had lunch together on fri at the cafe in OG just beside centre point. Just the three of us, Fiona, my boss and I. :) They both had cabonara set lunches leaving me with chicken chop with brown sauce. I didn't take the salad and fruit so they had to clear it for me. Thanks! Fiona took my salad and my boss took my watermelon. Hope they don't mind. HAHA. We all had the same drinks. We had to top up though. We had Ice Tea Float and we had fun eating together. I even made fun of my boss when we were drinking the tea. :P Almost till the end of the day, he turned into 'my' silly boy. :D Oh ya, can't forget the fact that I actually spent a lot on SPCA. There was this little SPCA stall selling cute stuffs. I can't bring myself to stop. I got my boss something to thank him. A little halloween pumpkin with sweets, orange sweets and an A4 paper i used to draw something for him. I also drew some other stuffs for my colleagues. I also took a picture of silly boy. :P In any case, Thank You!!! Well, school starts tomorrow and I'm sure I'm gonna miss working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-4362496316849883326?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/4362496316849883326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=4362496316849883326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4362496316849883326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4362496316849883326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-holiday-will-come-to-end-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-7307568041508559131</id><published>2008-04-06T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:04:38.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woosh~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok people. I know I haven't been updating my blog for some time so I'm just going to sum up all I've done for this period of time... Just on 15th of March, I went to Shu Shu's bd party at Jurong Chevron. She invited tp friends but only tri, piggy and I turned up. We were laughing at our myself for being the only three representing TP. LOL! We went around 5+ plus six, everyone was late. Haha. Went home around 10+. The train was so packed that the three of us either stand or sit on the floor to and fro. So pathetic. On the 21st, my sister and her bf left Singapore to Taiwan for a holiday. It's a 7 days trip. I went out with piggy, crabby, shu shu and tri tri on the 25th. Suppose to meet up for k before tri tri and shu shu are heading for Shanghi but in the end, only piggy, crabby and me went to sing at cine. Tri tri and shu shu only joined us after that. We went for shopping a while at the GAP shop after meeting tri and walked to wisma. We shopped around at topman and decided to have snack at ding tai fung. Treating them sounds better, but it's not really treat anyway. It's a pathetic meal. Then shu shu came and we went back to topshop and topman. We then went to starbucks near the party world ktv there after meeting one of shu shu's friend. I drank frapuccino blended cream green tea again... Haha. It's such a coincidence that tri tri and shu shu were also reading the book I already finished not long ago. For one more day by Mitch Albom. It's a very nice book, everyone's child should read that. Touching book... That's the first book that I read at a super duper fast speed, 2-3hrs. That is also the first book I've read since don't know when. Haha. Book of the holiday. My sister came back on the 28th, reaching Singapore in the afternoon. She got me a stone from Taiwan... Felt like throwing her. She also bought a lot of snacks and a spongebob mask for me, it's a mouth mask... For what?! Her bf got her a pocket pc too. Hp one. She don't really know how to use it... Went to pay respects on the 30th with all my relatives. I also bought my watch!!! Seiko one. It costs 480 but I only bought for 310. It's the yang qian hua one. XP I can afford to buy because I know I'm going to work on the 1st. I'm working at bouna vista's MOE with kimi and her bf... Boring work!!! Have to wake up so early... 6.40am! Will be working until the 18th. It's a mon to fri job. Just yesterday, I went out with kimi and my cousin, Ben to k. It's at hougang, lousy place. Lousy service and not much songs. Then kimi dragged me to clubbing at boat quay-raffles place. I wasn't 18 yet but there was an uderage party, it's a new place. parapazzi@poparaazy. They gave me a stamp on my hand unlike kimi who has a band. My stupid stamp says "ok" and it made me felt like a pig going through examination!!! Well I'm really angry with her yesterday so if you're reading this kimi, wake up!!! ok anyway. I guess that's about it for now. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-7307568041508559131?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/7307568041508559131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=7307568041508559131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7307568041508559131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7307568041508559131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-8606103585206995492</id><published>2008-03-04T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:07:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally I'm having my holiday. My exams ended last Thurs. Just after the exam, I went out with my friends to ps for a movie. We had fish and co. for lunch, the new york fish and chip is nice. Estee likes it too. Then we went ps to buy some stuffs and walked around, bought tickets for PS I love you at the cathay, went starbucks and bought coffee which we smuggled in. So funny when we tried to put it in our bag, had to prevent it from spilling and prevent the staff at the cathay from noticing. Well, the show was very touching. I know it cause I cried. Amusing. Well we went the face shop after that. Almost died. So not me to stay at this kind of shop for so long. We went home at around 9+. I went out the next day too. Wanted to watch leap years. Well, the tickets were all sold out at marina. So we watched meet the spartans. Still don't understand why I spend $9.50 and watch some lame show. LOL. I watched the show with sze, ming, and clemsy! Just before I met everyone, my dear cousin, Ben called and asked if I would like to join him as an extra on Sat morning. I was like omg, so early!!! I had to wake up at 5am... In the end, I did. I slept at 11pm and woke up at 5am. Forced myself to sleep so early. Suppose to meet him at ps at 7am. However, he was late and we met at 7+ at harbour front. The filming was at vivo. The open air roof. The whole thing was like so lame. Haha. Quite funny though. Overall, still not bad. Some experience on how mediacorp actually films shows. PEOPLE!!! Catch me at THE YANG SISTERS 2 on channel 5!!! You might just see my face!!! No lines though. Guess I'm going out tomorrow again. Toodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-8606103585206995492?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/8606103585206995492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=8606103585206995492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8606103585206995492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8606103585206995492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-im-having-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-6730636779423521741</id><published>2008-02-16T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:09:38.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valentine's day is over. Just went to friendster looking through my friends. Suddenly I felt kind of sad. I know it inside me why. Never told anyone before. Actually, I haven't been thinking of me and ben dan, as in what happened in the past. I've been thinking of someone else though. Someone I never thought I would actually like, or rather someone whom doesn't exist in my life, not now. In the past, just strangers. He just disappeared without saying goodbye. Lost contact ever since. Although it is not that long, just last year, but it feels to me that it has been quite long. I will think of him and feel kind of sad because we never got together. Maybe just heart ache. I really didn't think of liking him. Somehow when I thought of him or just mentioned, I would feel sad. That kind of sadness is not what I felt when I broke up with ben dan. Don't know how to explain it. Trying to forget him... Sometimes it's just so ironic when I feel like looking for a bf and sometimes not. Maybe it's just to make me forget him or just that I need someone with me. Sometimes when I feel so independent, I don't need one. When you're down on something, you really will forget things. Oh well. Luckily the exam is coming. I need to put in effort. Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-6730636779423521741?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/6730636779423521741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=6730636779423521741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/6730636779423521741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/6730636779423521741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1914175476341283660</id><published>2007-12-05T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:11:35.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meme, happy birthday to me!!! Went out yesterday night for a movie. Watch a 9.20pm show at ps. Wanted to have a game of pool after that, but we were too tired. So in the end, we took a cab home after the movie. We being, ming, kimi and her bf and ME!!! Watched the kingdom. A little boring though. Not my type. Then slept with ming. HAHA. Sounds so wrong. Went to watch fred claus this morning with ming and ben. Played half an hour of pool and home... Watch tv till I fell asleep. I can buy my phone already!!! YAY!!! N95, here I come. After my exams... Sian! Anyways. I've received presents from zw and xh. Surprising. I received ang baos from a few people as well. Thanks to all. Well, while we were in the cab yesterday, it was 12 and then they sang me a birthday song with a slice of cake. Not very surprising because I saw it already, nice try kimi. Although it's quite small, but it's ok. Thanks. X) Wore my new shoe and cardi. Regretted wearing my shoe, blister... Alrighty, that's about it. Will be back when I buy my phone. Hope I'll do well for my examS and hope that I'll be a multi-millionaire... BIG DREAMS... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1914175476341283660?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1914175476341283660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1914175476341283660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1914175476341283660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1914175476341283660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-6194665299169483507</id><published>2007-12-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:20:59.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday coming...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;so guilty... spend so much yesterday!!! I spent 200+ almost 300. :'( I bought 2 pairs of adidas shoes, each one 100+... $.$ Then I bought a topshop cardi. 73... lastly, ip zone jacket, the cheapest. HAHA. I pay one of course. The shoes is the most expensive thing my parents have bought me ever since like don't know when, so memorable. The cardi is my bd present from my sister... On the way to parkway to buy my cardi, I saw this dog lying on the ground at the expressway. I asked my sister if we should save it but they say it's dead, how do you wanna save. I feel so sadfo rnot being able to save it. Hopes it rest in peace and definitely in one piece. :'( Going to enjoy my bd soon. YAY!!! But exams are coming next week. Damn, so not helpful. Hope I'll have time to study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-6194665299169483507?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/6194665299169483507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=6194665299169483507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/6194665299169483507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/6194665299169483507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-937770419483095043</id><published>2007-11-11T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:21:07.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woots.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hey ya people. finally you can see my blog entry. haha. bought my bunny bag last sat which estee named it 'munkey'. so wu liao... kimi actually asked me out last sat but i didn't go cause don't know what to do when i don't wanna shop. lucky me, i had sakae for lunch and that i can buy my 'munkey'. just thurs, we went for dinner at marina south because it's my sister's birthday. i think i was too emotional that day.i saw my mum taking the hot stuffs with her hand and i just cried. just yesterday i went out with kimi, eelin and pei qi. we went k box then walk a while and kimi dragged me to clarke quay with $10 that she was willing to pay just to drag me there. after reaching clarke quay, we had macs then bought sweets. we walked around the pubs plenty of rounds i can't count at all. there's this one called c-clinic, quite interesting and many nice ones. then we sat at a place to wait for kimi's friend so as to get into the pub shall not say what it's called. we waited there listening to music and wondering where the cute guys went. there was a live band just opposite at the central. sat there from 6+ 7 to 8+. because of munkey we couldn't get into other pubs, they will definitely notice it. anyways. after that, kimi's friend is finally here. we just walked in. my heart was pumping so fast at the door. well. all was well when i sat down. just a few mins, the friend took 2 glasses and placed it on our table. both glasses are midori 7-up. taste ok. kimi finished it faster than me and she wanted to go to the toilet so i had to look after the stuffs in case... after the first glass her friend took another glass here. i couldn't go to the toilet... luckily i wasn't urgent. the next glass is baileys. i have it at home. i know how it tastes like so it's ok. after the second glass we had our third glass. one of it is baileys again and the other long island. i only drank one mouth of long island. i drank the glass of baileys. kimi drank the long island, well she can hold her liqour better so she drank it. we had all six glasses for free so kimi ordered meatballs. it's tastier than the one at ikea. anyways. we were sitting in front of the band which didn't start even when i left, to a bed. the bed is like a bunk bed made of wood. well anyways. we drank till 10+ 11 and took a cab back. kimi is half drunk so yea. got home at 11+. lucky me, my mum didn't scold me. XP that's all folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-937770419483095043?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/937770419483095043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=937770419483095043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/937770419483095043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/937770419483095043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-ya-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1205902234363900499</id><published>2007-10-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:29:13.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new watch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out on thurs to return my work and went for lunch with sis. Then, met up with someone. I felt bored man. Nothing to do. He didn't have money for movie so we didn't catch one. Just walked around, bought a few things, went to the playground at suntec, sat there and play psp, with i pod. Then took some pictures of the view, walked a round. Back to the playground, sit and play, then go toys'r'us. Then drag a little bit, meet Kimi and go to her house to take notes. Then went out on sat to get a hair cut. Looks a little weird but who cares. Walked around at white sand. Then we went for lunch at downtown. Go home and rest. I cooked dinner!!! Spaghetti. HAHA!!! It's edible ok. Quite funny to watch the steps to it. HAHA. Went out yesterday and had lunch at sakura-downtown. It's buffet. Don't know how much pounds I've gained. Sobs. Sat for 2 hours. Then went for pool for an hour. Played with my father. Then went bugis. Bought a new watch. SO happy, but sad for my wallet. It's a puma watch. Actual price, $178. Then minus minus, I bought it for $130. XP I have a new watch. It's nice and it has a cardio function. To see the bpm of your heart when you exercise. Still figuring out, wondering if it's the cardio belt or some typo. Then went chinatown. Went paya lebar. Went for dinner then home. Still happy about the watch. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1205902234363900499?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1205902234363900499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1205902234363900499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1205902234363900499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1205902234363900499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-out-on-thurs-to-return-my-work-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-4865723771645742960</id><published>2007-10-10T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:13:33.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I broke my record... Reached home at 12.20am! Luckily I managed to pacify my mum and I didn't get any screaming. Phew. Went for class outing which only 6 turned up including me. Suppose to meet at Orchard, in the end they say meet at somerset, cine. In the end, walked with wendy to cine from wisma. Bought tickets to resident evil: extinction which I didn't want to because I never watched 1 and 2 before. Well, in the end still watched it. Had a good laugh in the theatre. That's because someone made a girly act of hiding behind the bag. HAHA. Shall not mention who. The show's still ok so, acceptable. After which, that was already 7+ going 8. After that, wanted to walk to esplande, but 2 left and we walked to the cathay house at dhoby ghaut. Had billy bombers which I didn't much of it. Had a vacumm cleaner to eat it. HAHA. Then went paradiz centre to play pool. I realised I can't play pool as well as before already. Sian. Played till 11+ then faster go home lo. On the way home, had a long chat with wendy. Quite relaxing. Hehe. I guess that's that for now. See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-4865723771645742960?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/4865723771645742960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=4865723771645742960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4865723771645742960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4865723771645742960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-broke-my-record.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1439206254365260243</id><published>2007-10-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:00:03.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping queen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out alone on sat, for 2 hours of pool, sian... Then, went out on monday with crabby to k. It's weird that we went out together to k because most songs I sing are in chinese and crabby is a more english song person. Well, we went for k lunch at marina square and we sang mostly chinese songs. Actually wanted to go out today. Well, the person I'm suppose to meet is a person whom I can't confirm anything with so I had to wake up today and ask him again. In the end I just ended up sleeping a few more hours. Slept 13 hours just on wednesday night. Yesterday night, almost the same. Sleeping queen. Haha. Had weird dreams too. Whatever. Ok that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1439206254365260243?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1439206254365260243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1439206254365260243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1439206254365260243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1439206254365260243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-out-alone-on-sat-for-2-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-8581377354084636292</id><published>2007-09-22T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:11:35.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn job...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh man. Same old font. This is getting bored, can't they have a new kind of font I can use. Don't blame me for nagging, this is what happens when you have so many days of holiday and you're not working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Caution people if you are ever finding a job, never get a flyer distribution door-to-door job!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did this like on thursday and I'm aching all over. It's a job that's paying peanuts for hard labour! Now my arms are aching and my tighs are aching. sobs. In the middle of this door-to-door flyer stuff, we were asked to sell some chocolate hazelnut cookies. I didn't try it, was having sore throat, still coughing now though. Anyways, Kimi and I tricked that guy saying we didn't earn from selling the cookies which we did, quite an amount for the hour by selling to people. He really believed us. How dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole day, 1048 doors, 7 blocks, blocks with long corridors, real long. Old houses at Clementi. I skipped 2 doors. One because there's paint over I was afraid anyone would appear in front of me with a chopper so I just hurried off. The other one with a bee buzzing just in front of the door not budging. My bag filled with heavy flyers on my shoulder as though I'm carrying what you see in cartoons, the 1000tons weight. That caused the aches. Didn't really rest and didn't take lunch. Totally fell asleep in Kimi's dad's car. The both of us. The 1 hous trip from chinese garden stop to my house. It felt great to sleep. It was a hot weather and I was sweating so much that my whole top was wet. So sticky. It was even worse than napha, or even training. Which I already quit from archery. No more CCA for me. That's how I spent my thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The worse of all, we have to work at least 3 days to get our pay. If not we don't get anything for this treachous journey. Let me tell you the pay. Ranging from $18 to $22 for 1000 doors. You need at least 4 hours to do 1000 doors or maybe even 5. It's even worse than jobs paying $4.50/hr. Hard Labour!!! Not sure if Kimi wants to continue the next 2 days. I'm still laying around at home, watching my mum and my sister making mooncakes today. Tastes ok. Not too bad actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well. I wanna watch underdog... See ya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-8581377354084636292?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/8581377354084636292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=8581377354084636292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8581377354084636292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8581377354084636292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-5897571290337450240</id><published>2007-09-09T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:44:51.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is making me confuse...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One week. It's been one week and i'm still at home. Well I spent my mon, tues, thurs at suntec city, training for my ducktours. Wed still training, but at home. Personal training. My soft toys had to be my tourists. XP. Well I gave up in the end. I know I tried my best and I really dread to go for anymore trainings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took a train with Kimi to suntec. Late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, just interview at that time and it's with my sis so I guess it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After interview, just trips. Trips and trips. Took one duck followed by the other. I think we took 5. Had lunch around 2+. Suppose to report back at 3, in the end we missed the time. Had to fill up the trip we missed, so we took the 6-7 one. All in total, 5 trips on Monday. That's it. Took Edmund's and cheryl's. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 2. Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think we were late again. Next day suppose to take a few more rides then start talking in order to assess. We got onto this person's one whom we almost vomit blood. I think we got onto Lydia's one first. Then next was Tam/Tham. Either one. Don't know how to spell. We almost felt like boxing her. I was assessed by her which I only talked for like 1/4 of the ride. Then ride and listen to her feedback. In the end, I got 3/10. Sad. Oh well. Kimi didn't want to try. We talked for a while just on the duck with the mike, just the 3 of us and some captains walking in and out. Then after about half an hour, Kimi and I left after talking to my sis about the feedback then we went to Plaza Sing for pool. Went for lunch which I didn't finish and then pool. That was the most tiring pool game I've ever had. Almost fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3rd day. Wed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rest day at home for personal training. Talked to my soft toy and a recorder. Locked in my room. Bi guan xiu lian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4th day. Thurs. My final day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went on a trip. Talked for a tour, the whole hour. Then Lydia gave feedback. Talked about where I need to improve. Then took hers and continued on feedback. A little break for bread which I didn't finish. Then last 2 trip, 5-6, 6-7. I talked for the 2 whole trip. Some bells for the 5-6. The last trip, 6-7.I'll never forget it. It's an achievement I guess. I had tips and the person said she enjoyed. Some took pictures with me. Although it was just 10 people at that time, it was sufficient. Bells too. Asked to go for training the next day which I'm totally turned off. I guess I really felt entertaining was not really my forte. So I just gave it up. The tiring whole thursday. I really would like to thank those who helped me especially Lydia for her patience. Her teachings. Thanks. Well I guess I have to look fo a job now. Adios... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-5897571290337450240?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/5897571290337450240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=5897571290337450240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5897571290337450240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5897571290337450240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-8680753600928255691</id><published>2007-08-31T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:59:11.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No more exam...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Due to reader's request... The font size is now the largest... Anyways. WOOHOO!!! No more exam paper. SO happy. Went out yesterday just after my last paper. Went out with sze, ming and hui shuen. I think i spell correctly ba. Sorry if i spell wrongly. XD Yup. Anyway. Went Plaza Sing to buy some presents for the teachers which we are going back to PRCS today and celebrate teacher's day. Bought clover leaf thingy and a bunny soft toy. Just so happen that the clover leaf thingy is having a promotion, buy 2 and you get 1 free. So I took the free one. Suppose to be for sis's dan, but she says that it doesn't suit him. So I took it. XD After the shopping, we went for a movie. RATATOUILLE!!! Cute! And damn my mum just nagged at me for using the computer. I think she's nuts. Back to the topic. RATATOUILLE! okok. After the show which ended around 6+ which started at 4, we took a train back to pasir ris fo pool. After so long of not playing pool it's exciting when you play it again. There was this game that i hit in 4 balls consecutively. 4 you know. XD The fourth ball is the winning ball, blacky 8. This is the reason for my blog. HAHA. No la. It's to write about the trip with my friends after not seeing them for quite some time. When I was lying in bed, I decided to play my psp. I chose audition. This was when I finally unlock a song and clothes. Finally. I now know the trick to get them. HEHE... All right. Need to eat now and go back PRCS later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-8680753600928255691?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/8680753600928255691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=8680753600928255691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8680753600928255691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8680753600928255691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/08/due-to-readers-request.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-8666872859853087457</id><published>2007-08-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:19:02.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After checking it out. I realised that actually, I've been single for 1 year already. Bu zhi bu jue. XD Didn't think I could last this long without a boyfriend. Used to get another one just breaking up after a few weeks. Hahax. SO maybe it's time to find a new one! I shall see after my exam... Muahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-8666872859853087457?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/8666872859853087457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=8666872859853087457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8666872859853087457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8666872859853087457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-checking-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-433590828081487474</id><published>2007-08-18T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:40:16.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken cup like a broken heart...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Broken cup like a broken heart. Xin Li was sad on 17th August 2007 starting from 9+pm. I accidentally broke my cup. :'( RIP my cup. I won't forget you. It is now in the dumpster. SOBS! I took a picture of it. As a rememberance. Actually not a picture. I took 3. WAH!!! My cup... *sniff sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-433590828081487474?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/433590828081487474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=433590828081487474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/433590828081487474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/433590828081487474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/08/broken-cup-like-broken-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-8681851070039221797</id><published>2007-08-12T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:00:35.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Day 9th August'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;National day is over. Just on 8th of August, went to school. After school was home and bathe. I did duck tour whistles till 2mn. WooHoo. I didn't even feel like waking up the next day fo national day. Haha. Spent the national day with my cousins. Went to k box which costs only $9!!! It was planned to watch the parade after that, but the whole place was blocked. So we just went to pasta mania fo dinner. Saw how yl and ben were no brainers. Funny conversations during dinner. Walked back to marina after that. Saw the fireworks. Video it. However, there were buildings blocking. After which, went for movie at marina. Rush hour 3. Funny movie. Especially the NG part. Laughed till my stomach hurts and jaw hurts. HAHA. Went for training yesterday. Oh well, as usual. Did some shooting though. i guess that's about it. Had weird dreams yesterday. WEIRD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-8681851070039221797?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/8681851070039221797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=8681851070039221797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8681851070039221797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8681851070039221797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-8171731697326525676</id><published>2007-07-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:29:39.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short and sweet......'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll make it short for the sake of updating my blog... I'm just lazy and tired. XD Anyways back to the point. I bought mango clothes last friday after school from a trip to tm. 2 tops 1 bottom for 50. Mango sale... I bought a necklace to go with the clothes too. Heart-shaped. XP Took the duck tour thingy last last week or last last last week, can't remember. Learnt some stuffs from the trip. *quack quack* Bought a new phone last last week or last last last week, can't remember too. The latest cybershot phone. Nice. Going broke too. Haha. Got back all my tests results. I passed all. Thankfully. Watched transformers with my classmateS, nice show! Watching Harry Potter this friday after school, can't wait for it.  Alright, that's it... Good the byes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-8171731697326525676?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/8171731697326525676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=8171731697326525676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8171731697326525676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/8171731697326525676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-make-it-short-for-sake-of-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1091357048073032633</id><published>2007-05-28T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:18:16.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend para~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went for movie last friday with classmates at tm. Pirates of the caribbean 3. I think it's better than part 2 because part 2 has a part that is so lame. I played pool with Zhi Wei. Damn irritating one. Play le go and buy snacks. So many estee's friend in the movie. HAHA. Bought a ring from x-craft after the show. I like it. haha. Went to grandma's house yesterday afternoon after having lunch and took my pom online quiz, 50% only. LOL. Didn't study for it. Went marina south for dinner, nice view. The food, hmmm. I don't really like it thought, the desert was nice. The main dish cannot make it. I took a video of the thunder after failing to take it on pic. Nice scenery.  I went on to carrefour to shop for other stuffs. Saw another ring, but they don't have a new piece and no t the right size, must wait for their all. Yupz, I guess that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1091357048073032633?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1091357048073032633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1091357048073032633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1091357048073032633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1091357048073032633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-for-movie-last-friday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-4362143776352445852</id><published>2007-05-14T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:02:57.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot air balloon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, finally can sms le. XD Yesterday was mother's day and also a SUNDAY. Which means, running 2.4km and doing lots of push-ups, sit-ups, burpees(LOL), jumping jacks, and leg raising. So tiring. Went to soup restaurant for lunch with the family after that, around noon. Booked a table at 12pm. Then walked around at century, sister and bro-in-law bought luggage. Saw this bag at royal sporting house while looking for dumbell, wanted to buy but consider first. Bla Bla Bla... Then we went to Bugis, my mum wanna make her necklace. Walked around OG and I saw the bag again,my purple adidas bag. Was thinking whether I should buy because it's like $65. In the end, I just bought it. After walking for a long time, my second sis decided to come and look for us. We waited for her while walking and ordered some food to eat first. When we were about to finish, my sister called and ask us to go over to the DHL hot-air balloon. The time for the ride was 8.05 and we had like 10mins to go over from OG to the place. We drove there and luckily we still had time to relieve. LOL. FOC ride. Luckyily I have a sister who's working there now. Hehe... My eldest sister was so scared that she kept mentioning about not wanting to go up. My mum kept pursuading and dragged her up. I was kind of afraid actually, I had butterflies in my stomach before going into the thing. My sister is afraid of heights so she's very scared of it. HAHA! The scenery was nice form up there. My sister cried while going up and sat down because she was to afraid. She only got up when it's about to stop in mid-air. I took pictures of the view. I was afraid of things dropping and me falling. LOL. When we were about to reach the floor, my sister was telling me, I got stand up ok. Stupid girl. After that, played 2 rounds of pool with them, I won my dad and my eldest sister. YAY! XP Attitude teacher just now when it's econs lecture. YAWNZ. That's about it. Looking forward for kbox trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-4362143776352445852?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/4362143776352445852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=4362143776352445852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4362143776352445852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4362143776352445852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-finally-can-sms-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-9179425894626000839</id><published>2007-05-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:00:59.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayish teacher'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had pizza yesterday. YAY! Only two lessons today. The second lesson was microecons. Cannot make it ah. The teacher was late for 30+ mins and he came in saying, I was looking at last semester's timetable... Then he said, we are late already, I'll do all the talking, you guys just keep quiet. Then he kept shutting us up.  So attitude. The way he talked, so gayish.  His finger. EEk.  Then he kept repeating and repeating. Feel like killing him. Anyways, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-9179425894626000839?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/9179425894626000839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=9179425894626000839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/9179425894626000839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/9179425894626000839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-two-lessons-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-4310742164850007245</id><published>2007-04-30T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:16:00.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me mistake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry, last lesson was microecons. LOL. too tired, blur le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-4310742164850007245?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/4310742164850007245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=4310742164850007245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4310742164850007245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4310742164850007245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-last-lesson-was-microecons.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-978386072496011270</id><published>2007-04-30T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:24:57.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday tml'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally have the time... Got a call on thurs from tp's archery that i've been selected to go for the trial on sat morning, 10am. This guy was telling me that the thing is at this specific place which I don't know. Then he told me to wait for him at the 'mushroom', he'll go and pick me up. I reached tp at around 9.30+, then I waited till 10.05 and nobody appeared. He bluff me!!! In the end I went to peep at the map for directions. In the end I still reach there by MYSELF!!! I reach there then run le, run already then shoot. So funny lor. I didn't have enough strength to pull at first. Then my arrows,only one was at the yellow part, the others outside the circle. LOL! Then the second time I got all inside the circle but none was at the yellow part, oh well, better than nothing. My right hand was shaking after shooting. Then I heard that every sunday we will have to run 2.4km if we got in. I was like going to faint lor. In sec sch I never finished 2.4 before and yet I have to run every sunday. After that it was like 11am and I was waiting at the bus stop for edison because he kept wanting to meet me so I got him to fetch me home from tp. He made me missed 2 bus 8. He's late! Bad habit. Then I saw kimi on bus 3 while going home. I couldn't go out in the afternoon because I have a wedding dinner to attend to at night. I went home and bathe then tv. SO tired.I wanted to sleep so much but nope. When I changed out around 6+, I got a call from a guy from tp's archery saying that I'm selected and I should go to the run the next day. I almost died. lol. I'm happy I got in, but running. Argh. My sister was laughing at me for wearing t-shirt and shorts for wedding dinner. I couldn't be bothered. LOL. No clothes. My left arm was aching all the way. After the dinner, we went to a beach pub at elias's pasir ris park. I was so tired at that point of time already. We just sat a while at the pub and went home. I woke up at 6.45am in the morning yesterday. I SMSed this guy that called me on sat asking where training would be since it's raining. He told me he'd not sure, he'll tell me again. In the end,I change out already, eating bread, training cancel. =.= Waste my time... Then I slept back after informing zhi wei who was on the way already. HAHA. I slept till 12+, so shuang. Then I had ya kun and egg tarts for lunch. I was watching megalodon on channel 5 since there wasn't a show. Then my sis joined me. Not bad the show, but the shark is so fake! Had KFC for dinner, so full. Must gain a lot of calories. Woke up today at 6.45 again. Had lessons. I was quite angry during lunch because of classmates pushing me to sit with zhi wei, so immature. No offence, but a little fed up. Then I almost fell asleep for my last class POM. The lecturer was going so fast and she was talking chimology. SO bored. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-978386072496011270?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/978386072496011270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=978386072496011270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/978386072496011270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/978386072496011270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-finally-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-276854574315119400</id><published>2007-04-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:50:09.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day at school...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First day of school. There's only lec class today and it's suppose to be 4-6pm. I guess I reach way too early, I reached school around 3.10. Then I saw my classmate at the bus stop. While walking, I saw some other classmates as well. I was suppose to meet zhi wei 3.45 at the table outside the library, but I reach so early. So in the end I went to cheers and buy sweet. XD. We bought our notes at the library ground floor. Then I was so afraid of being late, so funny. The lecturer a bit boring. When it was about 5.05, we finished our lesson, the lecturer say we can leave earlier. Then my classmates were like, let's all go out. I was like, huh? I wanna go home. In the end I still went home, I saw my bus so I just walk faster and shake them off. LOL. I feel so bad. They are funny people anyway. Alright. Bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-276854574315119400?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/276854574315119400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=276854574315119400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/276854574315119400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/276854574315119400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-980711279178669709</id><published>2007-04-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:00:50.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long way to go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally. The orientation camp is over. After one day and a few hours. HAHA. I spent the day at tp on thurs and a few hours on fri. I didn't run away on thurs, very guai. However, I went back on fri at 1+. Thurs was sitting at tcc as a group of business school. I was at the right side of it and on the third row. I had to sit beside a guy because my sl asked me to sit beside him. Worse thing is he ask me to sit beside the shuai ge when he, ahem. Cannot say, but you should know. Make me feel like laughing. So funny.  Then the other guy came in and sat beside me. The thing is these two guys know each other and they started talking for a while. I felt weird being squeezed in between them. Oh yea. I saw maggie from pri sch before I went in to the tcc when we need to find out what class we'll go in order to sit at the right place at the tcc. Then we chat a little while, had to go in le, diff place. She's in a&amp;f while I'm in bsg. Too bad. After sitting for quite a while, I saw this girl from pri sch again, another girl. She sat in front of me, same class... Sitting in the tcc was, waiting and waiting. They did some cheers, principal talking and school song, hand sign song. Cheers and more cheers. Sat somewhere at the bus building and played some games. It includes memory game like our classmates' name, the tree hunter and squirrel game, and some weird weird game, dunno dui dui dui dui what. Like some shooting game, dunno la. Walking around the place. Had lunch at the mushroom. Nasi lemak that I cannot stand, quite awful the chicken. The others still ok, but I didn't finish it. Don't feel like eating it. Then we had mass dance at the hall or something. Quite cute. There was also this chicken dance thingy. Then it was to lecture theatre. They showed us a video. Then it was time to send one person with the longest of whatever to go down and do something. SO funny. They did dances like shaking head(my class) and there was one, so gayish. They did the ahem, 2 guys. But it's just dance, luckily.  After the air con, it was to the stuffy and hot hall again. Gosh. We did cheers and so on and so forth. To see which dip will win among the bus one. Htm won in the end, again. SO boring la. I think it's a disgrace for us bsg. The most people for a dip yet lost. Kimi left at 5+. That stupid girl. LOL. The next day we had to reach at 8. Then I was late because I waited for Kimi and she was late and we waited for her friend, her friend even later than us. Double late. Luckily I wasn't the latest for bsg at the auditorium. I was sitted in between zhi wei and akhira at first. Then akhira changed place. I moved to her place for a new guy to sit. So I was sitted beside zhi wei and joanna. Talking to the both of them was quite fun. Zhi wei is ok. I started talking to him when I saw him talking to marvin, I had to break the ice la. No choice, all new people. Then I exchanged numbers with these two guys. Marvin is kind of good looking actually. Not implying anything. After sitting for some time, I felt kind of warm on the forehead. I think I was having a fever. SO I told the sl that I would be leaving around 1 after we took our timetables and our matriculation card. Inside the auditorium, we had to change our top to business top. It's yellow in colour, the whole audi looks like it's filled with bananas, so amusing. I was among the last few to take my top. My sl is so blur and slow. We called him sotong. LOL. SO poor thing. Then I was talking about us being hanged on a tree like banana tree. After the talk at the audi, we had our snacks. We squeezed at a corner and eat together as a class. The girls formed a circle. Then the guys came so late, they tried to sit in the middle of the small circle and some sat outside it. Then we went to the classroom for our care person to tell us about our class and gave out our timetables and marti card. We got our handbooks and some flyers. Next stop, to the sports conplex for the competition among the other schools. We had our lunch there. Chicken cutlet rice. It was very squeezy because we had to make space for the other people with no space. After stoning for quite a while, the phones kept circling around again, number exchanging time. It's the girls. The phones are like so messy. Then when it was one plus, I told my sl I'm going back. SO I did. I went to take the bus and train to bouna vista. Look for my mum at my uncle's house. I spent the remaining time there. Talking a lot then at night, I helped my uncle with his phones. Transfer music and pictures here and there until 9+. Almost fainted. 9+ then did I have my dinner at a jap place. Sushi tei. Zhi wei message me to tell me bus won again. SO nice of him. That's about it. BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-980711279178669709?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/980711279178669709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=980711279178669709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/980711279178669709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/980711279178669709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-5884741713946426866</id><published>2007-04-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:06:10.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school freak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back prcs today, again. Anyway, can get o level cert le. I took already so don't get me to go again... Uncle still treat me to guo tie. Not bad. haha. Walk around as usual and talk to mao mao and some other teachers. Camp is thurs and fri, scary... School is starting next monday, even more scary! Hmmm. Nothing to say already I guess... All the best to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-5884741713946426866?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/5884741713946426866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=5884741713946426866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5884741713946426866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5884741713946426866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-back-prcs-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-3930328623718957126</id><published>2007-04-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:01:33.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K boxing...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went k box on sat with ben, feel like banging the wall. That stupid boy, keep going out of tune. So sad, they didn't have stef's meng you. That song is nice. All they have is ni guang. The place is forever so cold de, brrrr~ SO expensive man! One person $20. That stupid boy don't have enough money to pay and ask me to pay, and I patheically don't have enough to pay for myself also, he borrowed $5 from me to top up his card, in the end I used my card to pay for both of us. So that was his birthday present already, before he starts bugging me about it again. So scary. I had to wait for him for 40mins standing at the mrt station. Luckily he's not my bf, if not I would have killed him. That night, that stupid ben dan, that jerk made me angry. I'm really going to ignore him forever. PUI! Then my mother was talking about going to my grandfather's grave the next morning and I have to wake up at 8am. I refuse to wake up. LOL. So in the end my sister and I slept through until it's time. That's about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-3930328623718957126?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/3930328623718957126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=3930328623718957126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/3930328623718957126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/3930328623718957126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-k-box-on-sat-with-ben-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-6147490827242935125</id><published>2007-04-05T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:18:46.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PIGS...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So shocked that busy lily bee called me yesterday. The first time she called I was bathing and my mum told me that kimi called, I was like, she call for what? Then I called Kimi and she said that she didn't call me. *scratch* I asked hwee sze if she called but she said she didn't too. My blur mum. Listen also listen wrongly. About 20mins later, sh called back. She asked me if I know who she is. I thought it was her. My sister was saying, must be a guy, ask this kind of stupid question. So funny la. We talked for almost an  hour. Feels kind of great fr the both of us to catch up with the time we missed. All history. Had a weird dream this morning. Don't know how to describe it. Somehow I manage to only wake up at 1+pm. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-6147490827242935125?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/6147490827242935125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=6147490827242935125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/6147490827242935125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/6147490827242935125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-shocked-that-busy-lily-bee-called-me_4540.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-9024717546056572851</id><published>2007-04-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:38:08.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a day&apos;s work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One blog says it all. Just sunday, I went to the temple and gave respects to my grandfather and grandmother. After which, I went to watch TMNT with my cousins and a monster, hmmm, two. One momo and the other freakishly monster! The show hmmm, ok la. Still can, definitely better than MR BEAN'S HOLIDAY. I finally bought sunglasses. Bought it after the show and I bought handphone accessories as well.  So cute! My sunglasses a bit weird though. Whatever la. Yesterday had 6D class chalet. I don't think my friend can recognise me. We were in the same bus and stop at the same bus stop but yet she didn't realise I was there. It was bored at first. The both of us watched vcd in the room for so long. People start coming in so late. At night we went walking around and I played pool with ah bu! So funny lor. The first game i only got 1 ball in. The second game I was on the phone and yet only 2 balls didn't get in after I hung up. My friends were laughing. I talked on the phone with zi hui yesterday, Felt great to talk to an old friend after years. Knew her since pri 1. She gave me her hp no and asked for my hotmail for easier conversation in future. Went back to school today again. Saw hwee sze, hwee ming and hui shuan. haiyo. all like hui de. Walked around and say their speech day rehearsal. The uniformed group did some indian stuff. So funny la. Then we went to play pool. So high la. Zi high. LOL. It was fun to play with them la. Played quite well today&lt;br /&gt;, so thankful. Alright, signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-9024717546056572851?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/9024717546056572851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=9024717546056572851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/9024717546056572851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/9024717546056572851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-blog-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-7981794386669110266</id><published>2007-03-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:23:35.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored... Bored... Bored...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boring, boring, boring. By looking at the words you'll know how bored I am. School isn't starting and I'm not working either. Everyday is, wake up, stone, eat, check mail, watch tv, eat, play psp, use computer. It's like a daily routine already. I don't go out often so it's like I'm bound to stay at home. I have to entertain my dog because she refuses to eat. Whenever my name is mentioned and when I make that eating sound, she'll eat and think that I'm snatching her food. It works like a charm. I was playing audition just now, met this 2 person, so funny. At least they entertained me. There was this guy and this girl. The girl has the same top, bottom and shoes as me. The guy was asking if we were twins. I was like, omg, he knows our secret, who told him. It was funny. The girl and I were talking about how to kill him in order to shut him up from revealing our secret. The conversation was funny. Enjoyed it. I guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-7981794386669110266?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/7981794386669110266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=7981794386669110266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7981794386669110266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7981794386669110266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/03/boring-boring-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1395312196043131345</id><published>2007-03-27T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:56:54.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class gathering...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey fellows. Yesterday was our 4/7 class gathering, although not everyone came, but it was enjoyable though. The dinner was expensive, next time choose somewhere cheaper can? 27 bucks, you must be kidding. We had dinner at seoul garden at marina square. I had a hard time looking for that stupid restaurant. LOL. Silly me. My table was having a hard time with the chicken. The guys were like making it feel so easy when the twins and I were like omg, the oil! We were like fighting with the chicken, mostly the twins. I was honored to be served. Haha. We were there for almost like 3 hours. The ice cream part was gross. The scoop was in some kind of eewky ice cream water. We had to use the scoop to scoop our ice cream. EEW! Then the twins, me trav and wei shyang went for a game of pool at downtown. So lan la. At least we girls won once. Better than nothing. The train part was funny. We were standing at the metal part of the train. When we were nearing Simei, there was this weird sound like as if the thing will break and the five of us jumped to the other side immediately. It was a united move. Haha. Enjoy it guys. The pool was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1395312196043131345?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1395312196043131345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1395312196043131345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1395312196043131345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1395312196043131345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-fellows.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-5233870052810173097</id><published>2007-03-24T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:57:51.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEPESSION'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DEPRESSION. end~ Neh, just kidding. Just played audition with sze and ming that's why so crappy. LOL! Haven't been playing audi for so long. Chong chu jiang hu le. Ahem~ This week is a busy week for me. On tuesday I went back to prcs and talked to old time teachers and went to see choir and fencing. I even watched their speech day rehearsal in the hall. The king, haiz, cannot make it. LOL. I stayed there for so long since 12+ to 6+. The security guard even called me and asked why I have not returned her the pass. I was like, 'hello, i'm still in school'. The next day I went to white sand and took passport picture for the tp thing and Kimi dragged me to bring her to golden mile tower for her job interview. We walked from bugis mrt station all the way there. It was raining too, luckily, it wasn't a heavy rain. The interviewing was funny. We saw the door and was wondering whether to enter or not and when we did, the whole place was so smoky, probably due to smoking. Then a guy passed her a piece of paper for her to fill in her particulars, she even asked the guy if the job was a decent one. =.= When she was inside, I even called her to hear what were they talking about inside. I guess the manager can't explain clearly what the job actually is about. So, she rejected. Then the both of us went to concourse to rest and had a cup of coffee at the starbucks there. SO ex can. We read the classified there too and looked for a job. We took turns to call different companies, all with MY PHONE! Whenever it's my turn to call, I always end up hanging up the phone too fast. They finish the sentence for me. Then it was this company that I last called, it was at neil road at outram park. We took a bus to outram park and went to a building to look for a washroom. We went up and up but no toilets found...  The both of us thought for so long before we decided to throw our drinks even though we didn't finish it.  Heartache!!! We asked the security guard below for directions and they made us confused. We went to the opposite building to look for toilet again and apparently kimi bought a CD for her mum. We shopped downstairs after relieving. LOl. We walked a long way before we found that STUPID COMPANY. So hot and  tired. We walked here and there here and there before we found the place.  Yesterday, kimi and I went to somerset for our body check-up and we laughed and laughed at the urine test. Cannot aim la. So difficult. We reached the place so early, it was 8+am only. We finished everything by 9+am. We walked to cine to catch mr bean's holiday. We took a COUPLE SEAT can. brrrr~ cold inside. It was a small theater anyway. The show was 10.20am. We came out of the theater at 11+ going 12. Still so early, first time so early at orchard road. We then went to paragon in order to view my oldl company, not work place though. We walked at GUESS and Sony gallery. The laptops, so expensive... the most expensive one was 6000+. Ex right. Then it was to Far East. I was forced to go there. I was tired already la, then had to go with her. Most of all, see her shop. After walking around the whole place, we decided to play a game of pool at somewhere near ps. We took a bus there. We walked towards grand cathay and it was raining, so we stopped there and went toilet again. We wanted to play at E2max, but too ex. So, nope. We walked in the rain to the place where she said to play pool. That dumbo, brought me to a place and she was wondering, did i remember wrongly? I was like, WA LAO! In the end we played audition at a lan shop. At night, ben dan told me that he's working there together with JACK. My suppose to be work place. I was so angry I told him I'm gonna ignore him FOREVER! He was asking for forgiveness but I couldn't be bothered. I even deleted his number from my phone. I was suppose to go out today and meet alan, but my mum was unhappy about me going out almost everyday, so I thought oh forget it, stay at home then. I was tired anyway. So, whatever. Alright. End it here~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-5233870052810173097?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/5233870052810173097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=5233870052810173097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5233870052810173097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/5233870052810173097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/03/depression.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-7700275108541278823</id><published>2007-03-13T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:27:13.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back from vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm back from phuket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BLOGGY! I'm back~ After 4 days, I'm back from my trip of sunshine and sweat. The first day there was a little late already. What we did was check into hotel, took a bath, went for dinner at a restaurant and walked back. Watched tv and took our naps. Next day, woke up at 6.30 I think, thai time. Washed up and got down for breakfast. It's sad, breakfast was same for that 3 mornings. After which we took our bags and got ready for the day's trip. First stop was to get onto that mini van, travel for I can't remember how long. I think it was 1 and a half hour or something. Then we reached a seaside, getting ready for out yacht trip to 2 islands. YAY! The yacht is nice, not kidding. We started our trip on the yacht at 10am, thai time. First stop was to an island which i don't know what's the name. On the way there, we first went up the yacht and view the scenery. From the top, I saw that the deck was perfect for sun-tanning and viewing as well. I went there with my cousins and a uncle. My mum wanted to follow me but I saw that it was dangerous walking to the deck so I told her to stay behind. It's so nice there, and my cousin somehow did the titanic thing. Haha. We stopped somewhere and took their small inflatable boat to the cave hole. We had to use torch in the cave because it was too dark and we had to walk like a gorilla almost with hands reaching the floor. The cave had rocks above our heads that we might knock into, causing us to walk like that. My uncle even knocked his head while trying to move his son away from the rocks. After which we walked a place with high rocks that looked like mountains and we even saw mud skippers. We had  to walk through the cave again and back to the yacht. At the meantime, the yacht crews were preparing our lunches.  The captain stopped the yacht somewhere in the middle of the sea for us to take our lunch. We had sandwiches and some fruits. They served us juices as well. Next stop was to James Bond Island. When we were nearing the island, the yacht stopped again for us to get onto the inflatable boat. While waiting, my mum caught glimpse of a dolphin and all of us looked. I saw the dolphin coming up two times. It went up and down very fast, I couldn't take a photo of it. The yacht crew told us that we were lucky to see it as they themselves have never seen it there before. James Bond Island is just scenery, nothing much. When I got back to the yacht they played finding nemo on board. I got tired watching and went up to take a nap. While I was taking a nap, the yacht stopped at an island where people would tend to sun tan and swim. That place was beautiful, especially the waters. However, I was to tired to be bothered to go down and I continued to sleep. LOL. I know my parents and my cousins went to the beach. Somehow. After that, we were on our way back to where we started. I began stoning after taking the nap for so long. After some distance I went back to the deck and sun tan, enjoying the sea breeze. Of course we took pictures on the way. We went back to the hotel, took a bath and went to a road side for dinner. They ordered tom-yum. I had a mouth of it and no more, too spicy!!! After dinner was the simon cabaret (ah gua show). My stupid dad got cheated of money by taking photo with the 'ah gua' (so embarrassing). The 'ah gua' die die also want to take money, so too bad. I took pictures of some others 'ah gua' and some parts of the show. There was a part where a few people acted as stars singing. It's so obvious that they played the music and they were not singing. My stupid aunt however, thought it was real and kept asking even until the next day, how dumb. After the show, we set off back to the hotel and rested as it was a tiring day already. I slept soundly unlike the first day when I kept waking up. When I woke up, I could see that I'm going to be dark because my face, my hands and my legs are red. That's great for me, good going for sun-tanning. Even my mum got tanned and had sun burn. LOL. The next day, we woke up at 7am, thai time. Same thing, wash up and has breakfast. First stop for the day was to a place for elephant trekking. We first reach a place with a pavilion where we could see the sea water and the mountains in the water and some places on the top. It was nice. My cousins took pictures with 2 sea hawks and 1 sea eagle. Must pay money one!!! LOL. We then went to the elephant trekking place. My mother said that she could smell the elephants just at the entrance. i was laughing. Anyway, we still got up the elephant and it went around the small place. It was a half an hour thing. My mum was scared when the elephant went down the slope. I couldn't be bothered with it, seriously. I got used to it since my first ride on the horse, almost the same. So I sat with a normal feeling. The elephant trekking was too short, we decided to go for a snake show there and a walk to see their place. The snake charmer kissed a small female king cobra. There was this big one that almost went up the round hole where the snake charmer did his charming. the snake almost went up and it was dangerous because we were there. Luckily, the snake charmer caught it in time. He held a snake tightly and asked us to feel it. I went to touch it, it felt smooth actually, yet dry. We also saw a black pig sleeping in the cage, birds locked up together with snakes as meals, hamsters and some kind of cat. We took pictures with the snake on us too. I can tell you, I wasn't feeling scared at all. So weird. Next stop was to phuket shooting range. My first real gun, real bullet shooting experience. The gun shot sound was so loud that we had to wear that kind of head phones you normally see cops putting on on tv during their shooting training. Glasses was necessary while you're shooting. My shooting board was 25 yards away from me. I had to use the gun's aiming thingy to aim. The bullet part was a little tight. I had difficulty pulling up the thing. Somehow my hand bled while changing bullets. LOL. It was too tight. Other than that, my score for the shooting part was good ok. 84%. =D After shooting, we went to a temple to pray. I 'massaged' for the buddha statues. 7 buddha statues. It's hot there. We had to take off our shoes and my leg was so hot that I had to walk real fast at stairways. We then went to a cashew nut selling store and saw how the make cashew nut. They sell other food stuffs, but it's expensive so in the end my parents bought nothing. We then set off to a jewelery store. Bought nothing there too. Too expensive. HAHA. Next stop was to t-shirt making shop. I bought two tops from there. Each less than 10 bucks. Ha. Somehow I got tanned there too. Kept going in the sun and air-con, sun, air-con. I was sick for the day, Sore throat and then was cough. Lunch was at a shopping centre. After lunch, we went back to the hotel, long way. I took a quick bath as it was a rush. Then it was an hour trip to the Fantasea show. We took pictures there and a little walk. Then it was buffet dinner. The place there was grand. Especially just outside the show place. Nice view. The show was a little boring for the front part. It only got better when the magic show started and so forth. No photos taken inside the show because no cameras allowed. However, my mum and I took picture with a baby tiger. It felt a cat or a dog. Nice feel. I had to hold it's milk bottle. The tiger was feeding on it. =.= It was nap time after a long day again when we reached the hotel. Woke up at 7am thai time again. Wash up and breakfast, then we packed our luggages, getting ready to check out. It was then a one and half hour trip to a buddha cave. There were a lot of monkeys just outside the cave. Fierce food fighting monkeys. How do I know. We bought food and fed them. My aunt asked me to see something that I like. I was looking for it and then she dragged my head to it. It was a small black puppy. So CUTE! Just born doggy. Still feeding on milk. Then there was this dog that followed my dad when he opened his bag. Thinking that it might have something to eat. Poor dog. Quite skinny. There was a huge sleeping buddha lying down. Somehow, with eyes open. A monk was sitting near the buddha and he helped us pray. We got a string thingy to put on our hands. Some other buddha statues there too. Lunch was at a chinese restaurant. We took a long time to the restaurant, almost 2 hours due to the stupid driver that drove us to two restaurants which were closed. =.= After lunch, we went back to the hotel and grabbed our luggages, went to the airport to check in and later flight back to Singapore. That marks the end of the trip to phuket. We bought liquor at the airport and fetched my relatives home. The End... If anyone wanna view the photos I took, tell me. You can view pictures with me inside by viewing my friendster. Pictures with me and also the sceneries, tell me. XD I spent 2 hrs writing this. MUST READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-7700275108541278823?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/7700275108541278823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=7700275108541278823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7700275108541278823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/7700275108541278823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-from-phuket.html' title='I&apos;m back from phuket!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-4729349108488395862</id><published>2007-02-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:31:47.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XD'/><title type='text'>hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again I'm back to work. I asked my sister if she really wants me to help her at the shop because I'm a monster who sucks her money for dinner and snacks. LOL! It's been long since I've last updated my blog and the last blog was on my fear. That fear is gone. I've got back my results and I think, it's ok, enough for me. It might be great enough for a lot of people, but a little sad for me on the english side. Getting back my results made me see through some people, which are friends that are worth it and friends that really are not worth it. I shall not mention who, because it's a sensitive issue to talk about. Tomorrow is going to be Chinese New Year already, are you guys out there ready to get some red packets? I'm sure you guys are. This year for me is a sad new year because relatives have issues, my family has it too, so I won't be getting much money. Oh well, should be satisfied even with a few dollars! My sister bought me my new year clothes for this year. She paid for a top and a bottom, both from newbie. I bought a bag to go with it. My shoe won't go with it though becuase of the colour. Such a waste. I hope that I would get in to the first choice of my JAE. Oh yea, I went out on valentine's day, but not with a guy. I went out with my auntie and my cousins. Sad... We watched Just Follow Law. The show is funny but the ending was lame. While waiting for a cab after the show, my aunt and I saw a bat flying around. A real one! ok, nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-4729349108488395862?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/4729349108488395862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=4729349108488395862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4729349108488395862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/4729349108488395862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi.html' title='hi!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-1946599467837491149</id><published>2007-02-08T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:34:14.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSING. Reward: A new friend...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fear, I've not felt fear in me before, not as strongly as this time. I finally know what fear is. Ever since I heard the release date of our o level results, I felt fear in me. It seems like the day has cornered me to the edge. I even dreamed of collecting my results at night in my sleep. It's like a nightmare haunting me. Tomorrow is the day and I'm not prepared at all. It's meant as a present for my mum's birthday which is on sat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched a TV host show. They were talking about each other's friendship and all. Their conversation touched me and tears rolled down from my eyes. I finally knew what kind of true friendship that I've always been looking for and have not achieved yet. It awoke me from my dreams of having a boyfriend. In search of a boyfriend is to look for a person who can be with me like a best friend. A person whom will not make me feel that I'm alone and a person who would make me feel like a whole. What I really wanted is not a boyfriend at all. Now, after realising all these, I want to find back the me that I've not been for so long. People, if you happen to see this, help me find her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-1946599467837491149?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/1946599467837491149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=1946599467837491149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1946599467837491149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/1946599467837491149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/02/fear-ive-not-felt-fear-in-me-before-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-958761764902620473</id><published>2007-02-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:34:14.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the coming friday...'/><title type='text'>I'm SHOCKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday should have been my last day, but yesterday I went to work for 4hrs. My sister told me there wasn't enough people at night so I just went. I really feel like strangling Zhen Jian I tell you. That stupid block head. *strangles* Anyway, yesterday while taking the bus to work, I on my radio as my I pod went out of batt. Along the way, I got tired and fell asleep. The radio was still on though. Just then, the radio announced that our O level results will be released this Friday after 2:30pm and we collect it in school or we can check it online. We're suppose to hand in the registration for our future schools and courses within six days after this Friday. I immediately woke up when I heard this. It's shocking. Can't they at least announce it earlier. Damn it man. I really do hope the results this Friday would be a good one. Anyways, I did went back to school today, but the damn security guard didn't let me in. She said that I can't enter with slippers!!! She asked me to return home and change. I did return home, but I'm not going again. Hmph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-958761764902620473?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/958761764902620473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=958761764902620473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/958761764902620473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/958761764902620473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-shocked.html' title='I&apos;m SHOCKED'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-117040202312339116</id><published>2007-02-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:40:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, although I dread to work with my sister as she'll scold me, bla bla bla, but I really do like the people at work. Not Zhen Jian, but I'll miss other people at work like jolin, cecilia, yu hao and bence. Sometimes working with them can be funny but when there's fire in the crowd, just run. They can be funny people to work with, it's an enjoyment after being scolded at work or a relaxation. They do gossip, but who don't. I'll usually be standing at the cashier counter listening to them talk. Hahax. *hide hide* Anyways. Working is really an eye opener when you get to see things you don't out of school, lousy customers, nice people, naggy people, old people who just can't think properly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really do enjoy the time I spend at work. I'll miss the people at work too. I guess I'll visit them again. My working days are coming to an end as this sun would be my last day working with them. After which I'll be spending at home probably thinking of what I'll be taking and doing stuffs that I haven't got the chance to do while working. Anyway, miss you guys at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-117040202312339116?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/117040202312339116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=117040202312339116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/117040202312339116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/117040202312339116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/02/coming-to-end.html' title='Coming to an end.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116948095435800132</id><published>2007-01-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:49:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TML OFF DAY! YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Working working working again. Hehe. Anyways, practically nothing much happen. Well, Edison says he's coming to bishan and work this friday. We'll probably meet by then. Alan has been talking to me until lately not that much as his phone bill exploded. His first word on the message would definitely be "dear" and he'll ask things like did you miss me. I just called him just now since he can't message. He asked me if I missed him and I said no. HAHA! He also asked me to give him a goodnight kiss but I said no. Forget about it if you want a goodnight kiss from me. So rou ma, *hair stand* Oh ya, I bought 2 pairs of boxers!!! SO cute ok. One is spongebob's one and the other one is south park one. I'm wearing it now but as pants. Don't worry. I think it's ok to wear boxers la. Just sew it and it's pants. TADA! Lol. My colleague told me today that we might getting back our results on the 5th, his friend told him. I don't know how many percent should I trust him, he has been telling me dates!!! Alright, I'll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116948095435800132?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116948095435800132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116948095435800132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116948095435800132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116948095435800132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/01/tml-off-day-yay.html' title='TML OFF DAY! YAY!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116878972477422501</id><published>2007-01-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:48:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally lo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work work work. That's all for me till like end of this month. yay. I'm not working after this month already so people start dating me out!!! I wanna chill out with people with the remaining time before we get our results and go to our new school. KIMI! MY $25 AND MY PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!! *ah-um* So bored. Ah. I dreamt of me getting back my results yesterday. I dreamt that I've got 11 for L1R4 and 15 for L1R5. I even dreamt that I got B for bio. LOL. Hysterical. Actually I regretted working for my sister. Feels like work is work and when back at home, it's still about work. I hate work. And did I mention. Just Thursday, a stupid customer came complaining and she demanded a free luggage which she wanted to buy and 3 apology letters from me for being rude, one from my sister for I'm not sure what and one from her manager. I feel like killing that customer ok. I wasn't even rude to her. Maybe she meant my rudeness as in I said I don't need her description for her luggage bag. In truth, I really didn't need it because she's the only one who reserved a luggage bag and it can't be wrong right. I'm so fed up with this customer ok. If I ever see her, I'll give her a piece of my mind I tell you. I think working is so sad for me. 1 hour $5. The funny thing is that whenever I eat and I have to pay for myself, or when I'm purchasing something, first thing that came to my mind was, wow that's like 1 hour of my work and stuff. HAHA. I guess this is a good opportunity for me to realise how much I've been spending. Anyways, I'll end it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116878972477422501?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116878972477422501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116878972477422501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116878972477422501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116878972477422501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-lo.html' title='Finally lo.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116809966097925296</id><published>2007-01-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:07:40.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.I.N.A.L.L.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, sunday is my off day. My legs are so tiring. I've been standing for days. Wed, 3 Jan was my sister's wedding night, also my off day, my first off day. That day, I was so busy. First thing I woke up after washing up was watching my shows that my mum taped for me. After that, They rush me to bathe and change up so that I can take a lift from my sister's husband's car to the hotel room they are going to stay overnight. I sat in the room stoning for a few hours and the make up person came. She's suppose to doll my sisters and mum up, together with my dad and my sister's husband. The person trimmed my eyebrows for me and did my eyelashes. Haha. Then it was ballroom time. Many people around, had to collect money and walk around entertaining. When it was time for the first march in, my mum cried. I saw her cry and I felt like crying too, the tears were rolling in my eyes but I refused to let it down. After that, she felt ok and we continued our dinner. blablabla. Then it's work work and work. Today, a customer praised me for excellence service and asked me to keep it up. So happy. Kimi, if you're reading my blog, look. Stop telling me you'll call me back when you didn't. It's irritating. ok, no more. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116809966097925296?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116809966097925296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116809966097925296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116809966097925296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116809966097925296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally.html' title='F.I.N.A.L.L.Y'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116766204899414595</id><published>2007-01-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:34:09.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiReD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired working today. It's the first day of the month and first day of the year. Here I am stuck at Bishan Junction 8 Seiyu muji working. The other time I worked there was more relaxing, I just had to write things down in a comfy chair, ok la, comfy. Today, I had to learn everything I need to know about my work, my sales things. That's because my sister will not be there tomorrow, she'll be at paragon. She doesn't want me to embarrass her. Sobs. Basically, I served customers today, learn things, do cashier, fold clothes, Check stocks, replenish some things. Walk here and there. Zzz. Tired body and tired legs. Haha. My sister called this guy at work who's the same age as me gan chiong spider. His name is Zheng Jian I think. Or was it Zhen Jian. LOL. Whatever the case is. Alright, go off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116766204899414595?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116766204899414595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116766204899414595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116766204899414595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116766204899414595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired.html' title='TiReD!!!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116747345684517676</id><published>2006-12-30T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:10:56.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. *panda eyes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so tired. I stayed up yesterday till 4+ when i finally laid on bed. Then I heard laughters from my room. I finally fell asleep at I'm not sure what time. Then, my alarm woke me up. Then I washed up, bathe, changed for my sister's tea ceremony. While I was bathing, one of uncle came already. So noisy. :X haha. Then all the relatives start coming when I was done. The place was so crowded i tell you. Full of noises in the whole house. After that, I went to century square and watch death note 2. The comic is way better than the movie itself, way much better. Yesterday I asked ben dan if he wants to join me for the movie. He told me no. Then, he asked if I wanna watch it because his friend Jack asks him to watch it too. I was like. No! First of all I don't even like his friend and think about it, he don't wanna go when I asked him, when his friend asked him then wanna go. I pui. Anyways, I got a red ang bao for serving tea to my sister and her husband. Extra cash. HAHA. ok, I'm tired. bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116747345684517676?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116747345684517676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116747345684517676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116747345684517676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116747345684517676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/tired-panda-eyes.html' title='Tired. *panda eyes*'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116732150267188385</id><published>2006-12-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:58:22.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy little child. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been packing up my "new" room. Moving things into it and apparently I found a few contacts that I haven't been contacting. Even people whom I almost forgot. Ha. It feels great to be able to contact people whom I have not been talking to. I added this person who went to my primary school for a silly study camp. She gave me her hotmail account and I tried adding her to msn. She was online. She is. I talked to her and we didn't know how each other looked like. It was funny, the way we talked. However, we chat online for a while and showed each other our recent photos. She remembered coming for the camp too. Luckily, she remembered, if not I would have a hard time trying to make her remember. Anyway. I'll try calling people in a few days time. People whom I knew in the past and not in contact now. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116732150267188385?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116732150267188385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116732150267188385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116732150267188385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116732150267188385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-little-child-xd.html' title='Happy little child. XD'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116697836359170304</id><published>2006-12-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:39:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hohoho MERRY CHRISTMAS! it's christmas and i'm kind of liking this year's one. Haha. 24th Dec. On christmas eve. I actually worked. Worked as in real working. First time I actually work. My first job. It's only a one day job because I just went to help my sis. Her worker didn't turn up and she's having a short of workers, so I offered. I worked at Junction 8 Muji. I worked from 4+ to 10+ closing time. I was stock taking. Move here and there. I worked with the pen, paper, tape and scissors a lot. They're like my friends. The job is $5 an hour. This means I've earned $30 for the day. Haha. Quite tired. *yawnz* I've got my christmas gift from my sis, a necklace from citigems. Lalala. Alright. end it. Oh yea. I broke a record yesterday at my cousin's hse playing audi. I got 300000+ for beat up, flying duck. Cool. I can't do it on my com, too slow reaction. I even watched nightmare before christmas yesterday. alrighty, nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116697836359170304?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116697836359170304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116697836359170304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116697836359170304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116697836359170304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/hohoho.html' title='HOHOHO!~'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116680214556235145</id><published>2006-12-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:42:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Save me somebody. Yesterday went to kimi's house and watched 4 movies in a row. And because of that I fell asleep only at 6+ am and woke up at 10+ am!!! You can pretty well see my panda eyes. Today, went to watch the curse of the golden flower as a kind of so call celebration for my aunt's birthday. The ending sux ok. All kill kill kill and die die die, dunno the king died or not. Yawnz. After the movie we went to Heeren as my aunt wanted to see something there. Then, we went to some coffee house thingy outside Heeren. My aunt asked the guy there his age. It's like 2 guys. *faint* ok, I'm tired. nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116680214556235145?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116680214556235145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116680214556235145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116680214556235145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116680214556235145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah.html' title='AH!~'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116645215458979130</id><published>2006-12-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:29:14.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's me again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been updating my blog entries. I was sick and yup, I feel ok now. Basically my phone has been quiet for a long time. Sad. Anyway, last week I went for a shopping spree with Kimi and Eelin, we went to marina square and then to raffles city and we took a walk to bugis. How tiring was that. It was raining on that day and we walked in the rain, luckily the rain wasn't that big, if not I would get sick again. &lt;/span&gt; I bought clothes this time. It's the first I bought clothes without my mum or my sis with me, I bought it myself. It's kind of a hip hop shirt. You can view it from my friendster pics. On that day, my cousin asked if I wanna go with him to bishan for some advertisement star search thingy, and I told him I didn't wanna go because I was so dog tired after the shopping spree. In the end, he went and he got in, they even asked him to be in a drama series. Can you believe it??? The worse thing is that when he showed me the picture he took at the place of his whatever thingy, the girls behind him look so, er, awful? Ok, they are a bit off, I look better than them ok. Kind of regretted not going, but what done can't be undone. So sad. Last sat, I went out with my cousin to have a singing session at k box cineleisure. I actually called up a guy to go with us, he said ok. On that day itself, he asked if we could change to another k box because he was wearing shorts. I was like, hello, we already say where to sing and you're stupid enough to tell me you're wearing something that will not adapt to the place? He later said ok, never mind, he'll come. When my cousin and I went into a room already, he scolded me for not waiting for him just because his friend had k box vip card. I was like, hello, what's your problem. I even lower myself and asked him to just come and he said that he's asking his friend out for ice cream and not coming to join me. I felt like killing him at that time, totally pissed off. In the end I called my ex to join us. I can tell you, I had a hard time in the room, my ear almost went boom. If you are smart enough and know these people I'm talking about, you should know why. Just yesterday, I went out with my family because I felt bored staying at home alone. We went to the town area to shop for my sister's bed sheet cover. At night, we went to a little so called restaurant for dinner. It's in OG. Somewhere inside. I think it's OG, can't remember. Anyway, the only person serving was a guy. He's cute but wasted. My sister says he's not interested in girls. He's good looking ok, and he cooks. So wasted I tell you. Anyway, i wanna watch movie, anyone who wants to date me out or just hang out with me, tell me!!! I'm damn bored at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116645215458979130?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116645215458979130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116645215458979130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116645215458979130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116645215458979130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-me-again.html' title='it&apos;s me again.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116541572201155507</id><published>2006-12-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:35:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling much better today. However, I'm down with cough. *cough cough* Played mahjong at kimi's house today with ben and wei shyang. I was so fed up playing. Playing with one slow one and one face com one. haiyo. Can't take it lor. Anyway, we got so bored playing mahjong, in the end we turned to poker cards playing dai dee. Then, these people, eat some tapioca cracker, eat already touch the cards, make the cards orange. not wei shyang, he washed his hands before touching. Ahem, don't need to spell out who's the 'these people'. In the end, we played a few rounds and turned to watching scary movie 4. The movie was funny, but lame! Very. While watching, someone was talking to her lao gong. As usual. Ok la, back to my coughing. *cough cough* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116541572201155507?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116541572201155507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116541572201155507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116541572201155507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116541572201155507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/feeling-much-better.html' title='Feeling much better.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116533106196802594</id><published>2006-12-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:04:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. My birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Birthday today and I don't really enjoy myself. Whatever. Anyway, thanks people who celebrated my bd with me. Thank you for spending the day with me and thank you for the presents. Anyway. Thank you people for wishing me happy birthday, appreciate that. Nothing more to add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116533106196802594?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116533106196802594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116533106196802594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116533106196802594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116533106196802594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-my-birthday.html' title='Today. My birthday.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116524618920138303</id><published>2006-12-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:29:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What kind of birthday am I having this year. Birthday to me now, has no meaning at all. It's just a eight letter word. Everyone is so busy with their life. I'm like the only one who isn't doing anything. Why should I celebrate my birthday. Just let it be a normal day suan le. Birthday is just a day to tell you your age. Whatever. I can't be bothered already. I don't have a life anyway. I'm living like a corpse. Just the body but no spirit inside. Let it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116524618920138303?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116524618920138303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116524618920138303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116524618920138303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116524618920138303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-wanna-live.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna live.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116516369776309539</id><published>2006-12-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:34:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is so tiring. I went out from like 12+pm to like 11+pm. It was a long day lor.&lt;/span&gt; I went to my grandma's house after having my lunch, chicken chop. I gave my grandmother 50 bucks. First time I gave her money man. Then we went to paragon. My mother wanted to buy some bed mattress sheet thingy. Whatever you call that. I practically shopped around the toys while they were on their bed sheet cover shopping. It was fun ok. I even went to the horse ride. i have a video of it taken by my cousin. That stupid boy. Oh ya. That reminds me, my grandmother say I was suitable for my cousin. I was like huh. Don't come close to me man. My aunt also bought me my christmas present. I was unhappy about it for having her to waste her money on my christmas present. It's expensive ok. She bought me a swarovski piano. 100+ for that small tiny little thing. I think it's not worth it. However, i have to keep it. It's a present. Went for dinner at Tampines at san zong luang gin(cantonese). After that fetched my aunt and cousin home, and went to Ikea. My parents and eldest sister wanted to do some card thingy and we shopped there till 11. I took the heart thingy. So cute!. It's adorable. Ok. My brain is drained and my eyes are closing. Can't talk. Oh yea. One last thing. My cousin threw his keyboard to get rid of dust. He threw it in a dryer machine to dry it. The keyboard spoilt and he didn't know why. Stupid boy. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116516369776309539?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116516369776309539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116516369776309539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116516369776309539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116516369776309539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/tiring-day-today.html' title='Tiring day today.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116505918512461343</id><published>2006-12-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:33:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Played Audition the whole day today. So bored. Nothing to do at home. Sobs. I had a weird dream yesterday. LOL. I dreamt that I was in school, but the school different. It's one floor only. The dream was like, the principal is a fake one, she killed the real one. Then, I killed the fake one, don't know how I do it, I tried to wrangle her neck, but I didn't really do it and there she was dead. Power man. Somehow the onlookers were not shocked. I wasn't too. We continued to walk on to somewhere&lt;/span&gt;.  Nobody there was shocked and it was if nothing happened at all.  Then my mum came and woke me up. Argh. I don't know what to do now or even on my birthday which is coming.  Any suggestions anyone. I shall hide in my hole and think now. chaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116505918512461343?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116505918512461343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116505918512461343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116505918512461343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116505918512461343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116498353673821912</id><published>2006-12-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:32:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to vivo yesterday. Finally. After the long wait, I managed to go to vivo city. I wanted to go there since before my o level. I was lucky I didn't have to take the long train trip all the way to vivo. A guy fetched me there. His name is Daniel. That was the first time I sat on a guy's car when we have never met before. That was also the first time I actually talked to a guy face to face on a first meeting. I guess it's because I think it's time to just talk. We talked on the car through the journey to vivo. He's my pooh bear alright. I'm the piglet, can you believe it. Well, at least a cute piglet. :p My cousin was there too at vivo to catch a movie together. We actually wanted to watch nightmare before christmas, but that damn vivo doesn't have it on that day. In the end we had to catch open season. We laughed in the theatre. Pooh bear laughed as well. Yet he said I was a kid who watches cartoon. Hahax. I bought my new keyboard too. Nice keyboard I have to say. &lt;/span&gt;I also watched happy feet today with Ben. Hmmm. Some parts of the movie was boring, but it was ok. Ben almost fell asleep in the theatre. How sad. He say chucky too, the figurine. He wanted to buy and scare his sister. So bad right. I guess I have nothing more to day. Oh ya. Tag me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116498353673821912?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116498353673821912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116498353673821912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116498353673821912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116498353673821912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-skin.html' title='New Skin.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116472622878642716</id><published>2006-11-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:03:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again. yaba yaba yaba bla bla bla</title><content type='html'>Another day of blossom flowers. Another guy asks me to be his girlfriend. Shi fu hai shi huo shi huo duo bu guo. 4th guy already. How many more up coming up man. Just come all at once la. Don't waste my time. LOL. I don't know who to choose. Edison that silly guy. He saw my msn nick saying who wants to buy me a phone for my birthday present, he actually made a phone for me. Made from wood. I don't know if I can give him back what he gave. I don't even know who to choose now or what. There's this guy Zack. He's like a friend. I've been talking to him. He's quite interested in these guys stories of mine. I wonder when he'll fall into cupid's arrow. Muahahahaha. Ahem. No la. I don't want more guys to fall for me. Don't know how many guys I have to reject already. I think tp is funny. LOL. I'm sure I didn't sign up for some tp camp but they just keep msging me telling me not to be late for the camp. The leader of my group even messaged me today. hahax. I think it's so funny. But I'm not going. They mentioned in the e-mail that any injuries or deaths, they will not be resposible for that. So, I'm not going. Oh. I just rejected a guy. He's so da nan ren lor. Can't stand that kind of guy. Seriously. He was like if I listen to him then he will happy like hell. I told him I don't listen to people telling me what to do. He said, "sure gt ppl will sae y my gal dun listen to me de if we 2gether". Copy paste one. I then told him I think I'm not suited for him. Clean cut. Good right. Yea man. Alright. End it here. I wanna watch nightmare before christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116472622878642716?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116472622878642716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116472622878642716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116472622878642716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116472622878642716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-me-again-yaba-yaba-yaba-bla-bla.html' title='It&apos;s me again. yaba yaba yaba bla bla bla'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116464288854366620</id><published>2006-11-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:54:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audi the whole day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I played Audition from 3pm to 6.34pm today. My mum nagged at me for playing so long. I was so fed up playing Audition. I tried my licence to level 9 like a gazillion times and my den was almost used up. I gave up. I think I'll try again some other day. Today another guy confessed to me saying he hopes to be with me. Hello dudes out there. Do I really look so attractive. I mean ya I am. LOL. Kidding. Am I really that cute? I am cute la but, hahax. Okok. Hmmm. I think that guys really get hooked easily nowadays. It was tough in the past. Why is it so easy now. I don't even need a curved hook, a straight one like Jiang Zi Ya used will do. For fishing. It's way too easy. No wonder he didn't want to use a curved one. Hmmm. I don't know who to choose now. Should I choose one or none. Not sure. Oh well. Anyway. Edison sent me a song. Ping guan's wu ke jiu yao. Did I mention? He says that the song is for me. It's what he thinks and represents. Oh well. Nice song anyway. Ok. I shall ponder it over myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116464288854366620?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116464288854366620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116464288854366620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116464288854366620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116464288854366620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/audi-whole-day.html' title='Audi the whole day.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116434396776892490</id><published>2006-11-24T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:52:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet...</title><content type='html'>Hahax. Went for my class chalet yesterday night. I dyed my hair yesterday too! However, I can't really see the colour. So sad. I think i'm gonna dye it again. The chalet was fun yesterday I guess. We ate and watched tv and played blackjack. I only ate 3 hotdogs. How sad was that. haha. We used coins to play blackjack. The banker kept losing. Haha. It was so funny. He didn't even have money when his mum asked him to buy 2 packets of mee pok. Too bad, I can only go around 9+ tonight. My mum wants me to go out for dinner. WIthout asking me. She just said go. Irritating. Alright, nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116434396776892490?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116434396776892490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116434396776892490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116434396776892490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116434396776892490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/chalet.html' title='Chalet...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116420784898075663</id><published>2006-11-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:04:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad night</title><content type='html'>It's my graduation night today. This is the first time i put on make up myself. Quite interesting actually. Hahax. Yesterday night before I slept, my sister helped me with my nail polish which I still have it now, still without scratches. It was tough to sleep with a wet nail polish, have to be so stiff to prevent it from smerge. I thought my shoe would be comfortable, but I thought wrong. I had blisters on my leg. Ouch. I even brought back a balloon. I took pictures with my friends and Mr Azhar, my history teacher. Too bad no guy asked me to dance. Awz... It was quite fun la. Everyone was enjoying and the atmosphere during the dance. Everyone was so high and all. All right. End it here. I wanna dye my hair!!! Probably tomorrow. chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116420784898075663?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116420784898075663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116420784898075663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116420784898075663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116420784898075663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/grad-night.html' title='Grad night'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116394953326982448</id><published>2006-11-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:18:53.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoRiNg...</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored man. Tomorrow is finally the last and really last paper for my o level. Muahahahaha. So happy. Soon I will leave the school once and for all. I wouldn't need to see the school and the principal anymore. MUAHAHAHAHAS... I went to chinatown today. Bought my so called grad night gown. Don't really look like one but do I look like I care. I bought the dye hair thingy today. So excited. LOL. I wanna dye my hair! I am so damn bored man. Just one day at home yesterday, I felt so bored. Imagine months after my o to stay at home and rot. I don't know how I'm going to take it. Someone just call me out!!! Oh yea. I wanna watch movie, nightmare before christmas!!! I'm watching with my friend before going for the class chalet. The other day I dreamt of taking back my o level results. I dreamt that I've got A2 for my english, how I wish it would be true, then I'll take law in tp. I also dreamt that I passed all my subjects except for bio. hahax. It's so hysterical. Even in real life I failed my bio for my prelims. I wanna join superstar!!! I wanna be a superstar, *ching ching*. Anyways. Did I mention that another guy likes me... He's kind of old. He's 22. Probably not my type. I think I'll reject him. Hahax. I think guys should think properly before choosing me. I'm kind of a perfectionist. However, I'm not that bad ok. I'm so cute. LOL. Kidding. Okiez. I'm going off. Bb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116394953326982448?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116394953326982448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116394953326982448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116394953326982448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116394953326982448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/boring.html' title='BoRiNg...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116297670965647474</id><published>2006-11-08T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:05:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level.</title><content type='html'>The O's is here. Today is the third day i sat for my paper. I'll be dead tomorrow. It's biology paper and I don't feel like going for the paper. So sad. Anyway. Today's physics paper was tough. I think I won't pass well. Haiz. English paper, hmmm well, I did quite fast for the first time. I'm not sure if I'll get high marks but at least I hope to get a B3. I didn't have enough time for my ss paper though. The time was so short and I had things to write. Chemistry paper section A was ok. Section B was way easy to score. I was wondering why the marks allocation is so weird. Alright. Got to go and study my &lt;strong&gt;Biology. &lt;/strong&gt;Chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116297670965647474?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116297670965647474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116297670965647474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116297670965647474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116297670965647474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-level.html' title='O level.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116235831227753348</id><published>2006-11-01T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:18:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. I'm still slacking despite the O's coming. My sister still laughed at me and say i need to eat more fish because i'm stupid and that I don't seem to be studying for my O's. Actually I think it's kind of bored to study. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep while studying. I studied e maths yesterday already. What am I going to study today. Perhaps Social Studies. It's Sing Kwee's birthday today. Jovi's too. I can't give Sk any present. Sad. However, I'll give her one after the O's. What should I get for her. hmmm. We shall see by then. Edison hasn't called me yet. Maybe he didn't see my message on the msn. I believe we should get to know each other better first before deciding on anything. I don't want another bad relationship just like before. I must make sure it's alright. I don't wish to hurt another guy anyway. Haiz. Love. So blind. People are so blinded by love. I guess that's nature. Alright. I need to study now. Must work hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116235831227753348?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116235831227753348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116235831227753348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116235831227753348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116235831227753348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-unbelievable.html' title='It&apos;s unbelievable.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116219304534856077</id><published>2006-10-30T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:24:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just had my O level chinese today again. How boring. I hope to get rid of my B3 for a better mark. Was late for school today and had to write my name on some late list. That was so lame because I didn't know I had to attend assembly. I thought that I just had to reach by 7.30 as written on the entry proof. How irritating. That Mr Singh. Argh. Luckily I'm going to graduate this year and after that I don't have to face the DPs anymore. MUAHAHAHAHA. Hmmm. On Saturday, or was it Friday night. I think it was Friday night. I was online and was talking to Hwee Sze and Edison. I as shocked when he told me that he likes me. Although I know i'm so cute and all. Haha. Just kidding. I don't know if i should accept him. Well I'm single anyway. I just don't to wish to make the wrong choice. Perhaps I'll see how it goes and if we got to know each other better and also I think I'm ok with it, then maybe I'll accept him. I messaged ben dan and asked him if the picture of me on msn was cute but he gave me a reply of "..." I told him, "Dot all you want. Some other guys say I'm cute." He say that's good. Maybe he has given up on me. Yay. Haha. I don't want to be together with him anymore and I think it's good that he doesn't have that kind of feeling towards anymore. Hooray! Alright. I'm going to enjoy my darling ice cream! Need to study later. *snores*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116219304534856077?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116219304534856077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116219304534856077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116219304534856077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116219304534856077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-level.html' title='O level. . .'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116209807881008154</id><published>2006-10-29T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:01:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoOrAy To StEfAnIE sUn!</title><content type='html'>YaY! I went to the di liu jie quan qiu hua yu ge qu pai hang bang yesterday. Stefanie, andy, S.H.E, twins, although only one came, hmmm. Eason Chen, some china people, rong zu er, cannot remember any. There's too many people. I can only remember Stef!!! She won! Hooray! I had a fun time yesterday night. It was so fun. That was the first time i could see these people live although they are so small (from where I sit). The system there was lousy. Oh ya. Guang liang was there, Gary and Tank. A pity Jay wasn't  there and JJ too. Jolin wasn't there too, perhaps that's why she didn't won Stef! Anyway, I got back my report book. I have 12 for my L1R4 and 19 for my L1R5. I need to work harder for my o's! Left school already, I thought I would not miss school, but I'm wrong. I kind of miss the people in school. I hope I'll still be in contact with all my friends, juniors and whoever who know me. I hope they would do well for their exams and see me in their future schools. Sun Yan Zi I love you! Haha. Jia you lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116209807881008154?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116209807881008154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116209807881008154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116209807881008154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116209807881008154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/10/hooray-to-stefanie-sun.html' title='HoOrAy To StEfAnIE sUn!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116183642419647371</id><published>2006-10-26T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:20:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O's is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'm slacking over here. Not really studying. I think I really need to study already in order to reach my target of As. Just watched Death Note lately together with Eelin, Pei Qi, Jia Rui and with the others sitting at the couple seat in the theatre. Seriously, i do not like Adrian aka Dezer. I think he's a jerk towards Kimi, not being responsible in the relationship. Yet Kimi still hangs on. She says that it won't really last although she hopes that it will. In any case, not really of my business. I wanna catch Death Note 2!!! I wanna watch it at vivo city. The theatre over there is so cool yet the place is so far from my place. I wanna visit Sentosa again, go to the zoo, and have fun after my O's. Not sure if I should work actually. Haiz. Whatever. Friends got to know my (no longer a secret). Actually I think for these people to know, this kind of thing is already in abundance. However, Kimi must not know about it. She can't handle it. Girls. Alrighty. I have to stop here for now. Nothing much to write about anyway. To be continued. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116183642419647371?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116183642419647371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116183642419647371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116183642419647371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116183642419647371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/10/os-is-coming_26.html' title='O&apos;s is coming!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116072141404355862</id><published>2006-10-13T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:36:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's another boring day in school.  Fortunately, I did not fall asleep during ss class. The o level practical exam is coming next week and we would not have to attend classes except for Monday. And because of that, we have plenty of homework. How sad. I've been playing audition these few days. It's so fun when you have a friend to play with online. I messaged ben dan yesterday to tick him off. I do not know what I really want from him. Actually, I told him that I would consider patching with him if he would 1, not play dota, 2, no fighting, 3, no drinking and bla bla bla. Sigh. Seriously, I do not love him anymore. I think it's a waste of time to go back to someone who's not worth of my love. I think Kimi has changed a lot ever since she got her " botak ". She's just not the one I knew before anymore. I do hope the old her would come back, but it doesn't really matter if the old her doesn't come back. After this year, sec 4 life would be over and we might lose contact already. In any case, I hope I can do well and graduate. Jia you for my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116072141404355862?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116072141404355862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116072141404355862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116072141404355862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116072141404355862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/10/boring-day.html' title='Boring day...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-116055861239567815</id><published>2006-10-11T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:42:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a haze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7818/410/1600/TrAiN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7818/410/320/TrAiN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's been hazy out there ever since Indonesia had a forest fire. People are getting sick because of the haze and i'm getting kind of sick too. Prelims are finally over and the results are out. I suppose my o's would be better than the prelim since prelim is suppose to be tougher. I failed my biology, once again. Hahax. Well at least i improved. I need one more mark to pass my bio. I am so happy that i can almost get a B4 for my english by just 0.6 percent. My results are kind of "nice". I've got 2As, 2Bs, 2Cs and one D which is that pathetic biology. Miss Ng my biology teacher, aka mao mao (hehex) got angry today and walked out of the class. This was the first time our class was still noisy even when a teacher has left the class because we made her angry. Nobody wish to call her back to class and we were talking about stuffs when she was absent from class. Actually i think it was kind of mean. The O is coming and i hope i can do well for it! Just last week, me and Kimi went to k box after my history paper. It was last thursday. We went to genting lane to collect something and we walked to a bus stop. We were directed to that bus stop by the security guard of the sph building. In the end, we took a cab to aljunied MRT. We realised that the direction was opposite from that of the bus and we sighed a heave of relief that we took a cab. We then took the train to Marina and reserved a place at k box. After which, we went for our lunch. I saw Jingsi an ex fencer from school and said hi to her. We sang a lot of songs at k box and we were so cold in there. Even so, i had a lot of fun. we even took pictures at the MRT. The following day, i bought a new wallet from the wallet shop. My wallet spoilt and so I had to buy one. I also went to celebrate lantern festival with my cousins. When we were at the seashell park playing with the lantern, we saw a boy using the sparkle thingy to burn things. That included a Big Gulp cup and something else. My cousin, Valerie told the boy not to do so and we were shocked she actually did that. That's all for that day. I went out on the following sunday with my parents, eldest sister, and my auntie. I bought 2 CDs, one is the FIR fei xing bu luo and a classical disc. Kan bu chu ba. hehe. It's nice alright. Anyway, that's all folks. See ya real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-116055861239567815?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/116055861239567815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=116055861239567815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116055861239567815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/116055861239567815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-haze.html' title='it&apos;s a haze.'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-115789388885269104</id><published>2006-09-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:11:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 8th of September, I went on a trip to Sentosa with my cousins. We first set off to ikea for lunch and I had spaghetti. We then took a cab to Sentosa and when we alight, we walked about to look for 7-eleven so as to buy myself something to eat in case we got hungry. While looking for 7-eleven, we passed by a car park. Something caught my sight. There was a sign just outside the car park, " Beware of peacocks attacking cars, park at your own risk". I felt this sign kind of interesting and I laughed at it. We then took a tram to palawan beach after purchasing our items. On the way, we passed by a animal viewing thing and i saw two birds hanging in a cage upside down just like a bat. I found it amusing. We also passed by koufu, the food court along the road. We alighted shortly and found a place to set our beach mat. We changed and went into the water for a game of frisbee and volley. There were three guys, sort of gangsters, who borrowed our game items alternately. Not long, they asked if we would like to play with them the games and we said "anything". We played frisbee first and later, we played volley, it was fun. After that, they left and we cousins started to play together again, enjoying ourselves. I had a tan too. We had our dinner at the East Coast Park and it was raining. It was a fun day anyway and i enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-115789388885269104?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/115789388885269104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=115789388885269104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/115789388885269104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/115789388885269104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-to-sentosa.html' title='A trip to Sentosa'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-115787424613670498</id><published>2006-09-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:44:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrOuBlEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things have changed ever since I came back from Thailand. I've changed and so are things around me. I broke up with my stead a few weeks ago just after i came back from Thailand. I guess that was something everyone predicted especially his friends. I was the one who requested on breaking up and he said ok. He did not try to stop me or anything and I thought yeah, it's over. From then on, I told myself to forget about him and move on. After the trip, I feel that I have a very huge responsibility and I must do everything I can to fufil these responsibilities. I felt more happier and more positive towards things. Things are still the same and nothing changed, I'm still positive. However, something troubling has popped up. My ex, he smsed me. He said things like, I still love you and I miss you. He did not mention anything about patching back and just keeps saying. It's like hinting to me that wants a patch back. I find it absurd, he did not stop me before and wants me back now. I told him to give me some time to think about it and i gave him my answer today. I considered on giving him a chance for I do not want him to make use of other girls ust to forget about me like what he said. I asked my friends for what I really should do and I told him to just forget about it with factors that are true. I told him what I really needed was not someone who acts like a gangster and all. I suppose he really gets it now. I hope he really does because I do not wish to let him have a chance to hurt other girls like he did to me before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-115787424613670498?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/115787424613670498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=115787424613670498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/115787424613670498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/115787424613670498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2006/09/troubled.html' title='TrOuBlEd'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-111650123925043253</id><published>2005-05-20T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:13:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No MoRe ExAm!!!</title><content type='html'>FiNaLlY tHe ToK kOk ExAm FiNiSh LiAo... ToDaY tAkE bAcK eXaM pApEr Le... BaSiCaLlY yEsTeRdAy TaKe BaCk SoMe Le... So HaPpY... i OnLy FaIl 1 SuBjEcT... lOlX... tHaT dAmN pApEr Is A mAtHs... StUpId RiGhT... i FiNaLly PaSs My EnGlIsH... mUaHaHaHa... NtH tO sAy Le... Bb!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-111650123925043253?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/111650123925043253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=111650123925043253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/111650123925043253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/111650123925043253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-exam.html' title='No MoRe ExAm!!!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-110337739366535752</id><published>2004-12-19T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T21:45:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's been 8 days since i am with alan when we were bf n gf since 10dec2004... haiz... truly speaking, this is the first time i feel stress abt this bf/gf thing... it's like he keeps asking me out, although u noe this is normal, but i dun really wanna go out everyday n my mum wun allow me too either... she doesn't even allow me to have a bf, i dun even dare to tell her... now, he wants me to tell her so that i can go to his house during the 1st day of new year... wat should i do... i told him that i would try telling my mum when i get my new phone jus in case i dun get it when i tell her... wat should i do man... this is killing me... should i tell my mum abt it, that i have a bf, or should i jus keep quiet n try to find a reason not to go his house... haiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-110337739366535752?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/110337739366535752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=110337739366535752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/110337739366535752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/110337739366535752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/12/8-days.html' title='8 days'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-110181346878663157</id><published>2004-12-01T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:17:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$0 B0R3D...</title><content type='html'>Ju$ m@d3 @ n3w gunb0und @cc0un+ +od@y... h@iz... @c+u@lly i k3p+ @ l0+ 0f $3cr3+$ +0 my$3lf... i g0+ @ bf, bu+ br3@k @lr3@dy...w3 br0k3 up 3 +im3$, $0 $i@n... i f33l lik3 i @m f0rcing my$3lf +0 h@v3 @ bf, m@yb3 b3c@u$3 i n33d $0m30n3 +0 l00k @ft3r m3, c@r3 @b+ m3 @nd l0v3 b@... w3ll, n0w i f0und s0m30n3 wh0 c@r3$ @b+ m3... bu+ i qu3$+i0n my$3lf, d0 i lik3 him 0r n0+... full of qu3$+i0n$ in my h3@d... h@iz... wh3n will i r3@lly find $0m30n3 wh0 r3@lly c@r3s @b+ m3 n w0uld l0v3 m3??? h@iz... +v +im3!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-110181346878663157?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/110181346878663157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=110181346878663157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/110181346878663157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/110181346878663157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/11/0-b0r3d_30.html' title='$0 B0R3D...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-110181334999242298</id><published>2004-12-01T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:15:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$0 B0R3D...</title><content type='html'>Ju$ m@d3 @ n3w gunb0und @cc0un+ +od@y... h@iz... @c+u@lly i k3p+ @ l0+ 0f $3cr3+$ +0 my$3lf... i g0+ @ bf, bu+ br3@k @lr3@dy...w3 br0k3 up 3 +im3$, $0 $i@n... i f33l lik3 i @m f0rcing my$3lf +0 h@v3 @ bf, m@yb3 b3c@u$3 i n33d $0m30n3 +0 l00k @ft3r m3, c@r3 @b+ m3 @nd l0v3 b@... w3ll, n0w i f0und s0m30n3 wh0 c@r3$ @b+ m3... bu+ i qu3$+i0n my$3lf, d0 i lik3 him 0r n0+... full of qu3$+i0n$ in my h3@d... h@iz... wh3n will i r3@lly find $0m30n3 wh0 r3@lly c@r3s @b+ m3 n w0uld l0v3 m3??? h@iz... +v +im3!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-110181334999242298?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/110181334999242298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=110181334999242298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/110181334999242298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/110181334999242298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/11/0-b0r3d.html' title='$0 B0R3D...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-108636273965189106</id><published>2004-06-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T23:25:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so boring!!!</title><content type='html'>i g0+ @ bl00dy $i@0 m3i who m@d3 m3 l@ugh lik3 $hi+ 0nc3, $h3 m@d3 m3 l@ugh un+il i g3t 0ff +h3 $0f@ 0n+0 +h3 fl00r... i did $m+ wr0ng +0d@y, r3@l wr0ng, i @m u++3rly $@d n0w, i f33l lik3 crying, bu+ n0 0n3 i$ @w@r3 0f +h@+, d0 u kn0w h0w much i+ hur+$ m3, i hop3 $0m30n3 will r3@d +hi$ @nd $h@r3 +h3 p@in wi+h m3, i r3@lly f33l lik3 crying, why r hum@n$ m@d3 wi+h 3m0+i0n$, +0 $uff3r @ll +h3 p@in, i @m $ick @nd +ir3d, i f33l lik3 3nding it, bu+ i no3 i c@n'+ l3+ g0 0f $0m3 +hing$, i h@v3 +hough+ 0f c0mmi++ing $uicid3 b4, bu+ nvm, i+ i$ @ll in +h3 p@$+, i w@nn@ l3+ g0 @nd $+op +hinking @b+ &lt;br /&gt;+r0ubl3$, bu+ +h3y ju$ wun $+op c0ming, i n33d @ p3@c3ful r3$+, gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-108636273965189106?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/108636273965189106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=108636273965189106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108636273965189106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108636273965189106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/06/life-is-so-boring.html' title='Life is so boring!!!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-108601289681143848</id><published>2004-06-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:14:56.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahaha!!!!! I am crazy...</title><content type='html'>y0z, bl0ggy, no ch0ic3 bu+ +0 wri+3 +od@y, i w@$ forc3d +0 by: Lily +h3 bu$y lily b33!!!&lt;br /&gt;i @m h@lf h@ppy n h@lf unh@ppy, unh@ppy b3c@u$3 of +h3 bl00dy f3ncing, h@ppy b3c@u$3 i fin@lly w@i+ +ill my m3i 0nlin3 li@0z... @nd @l$0 b3c@u$3 0f +hi$ $un 3v3n+, i @m fin@lly g0ing +o g3n+ing, fir$+ +im3, hahahahaha... $0rry, n+h +0 wri+3, g0++@ bl@$+, bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-108601289681143848?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/108601289681143848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=108601289681143848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108601289681143848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108601289681143848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/05/hahahahaha-i-am-crazy.html' title='Hahahahaha!!!!! I am crazy...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-108556765200564105</id><published>2004-05-27T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:34:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my life happy???</title><content type='html'>h3yz!!! @i y@, +od@y i$ lik3 @$ +ir3d @$ c@n b3... i r3@lly hop3 +h@+ i c@n go g3n+ing $oon, n3v3r go b4, $+upid right, dunno3 y my p@r3n+$ giv3 bir+h +o m3 $o l@t3... y do i f33l lik3 3v3ry 1 i$ @voiding m3... i'm bor3d of lif3 +h@+ i$ lik3 +hi$... i f33l lik3 giving up li@zzz... @hhhhh, will 1 kind $oul h3lp m3 +o solv3 +hi$ puzzl3... i go+ 1 mor3 "younger $i$" +od@y, bu+ i$ forc3d +o, du3 +o $om3 $+upid childish r3@$on... h@izzz, ok loh, +h@+'$ @ll i c@n $@y, bb di@ry bloggy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-108556765200564105?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/108556765200564105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=108556765200564105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108556765200564105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108556765200564105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/05/is-my-life-happy.html' title='Is my life happy???'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-108514985678476250</id><published>2004-05-22T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:30:56.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy like an angel!!!</title><content type='html'>h@izzz... why i$ lif3 $o boring... Bu+, +od@y i go+ $om3+hing in+3r3$+ing... +od@y my mum g@v3 m3 @ $urpri$3 $i@zzz $h3 +3ll m3 +h@+ $h3 will b3 bringing m3 +o G3n+ing...haha i n3v3r h@d +h3 ch@nc3 +o go b4, now i go+ i+, i go+ n+h +o wri+3 lia, bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-108514985678476250?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/108514985678476250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=108514985678476250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108514985678476250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108514985678476250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-like-angel.html' title='Happy like an angel!!!'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-108497225820132861</id><published>2004-05-20T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:17:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am down...</title><content type='html'>today is definitely not a nice day for me, i had a small litle argument with my fren... While that is not something big for me, wat is worse is that on mon night, i went to the msn, that guy was online, i told him something absurd which i think no one would say that, i told him that i love him online, he told me that he had a little bit of feeling for me, i think that is nth lor, i am a straightforward person wat, so nvm lah, hope no one thinks i am too open, hehe... i am feeling stress loh, hiazzz... i cannot believe myself that i a bit like lesbian a bit like normal, i dun wan this kind of life, i hate it, i wanna get a change, but of course change for the better lah, not worse... i am beginning to hate my CCA a lot, i wanna change but cannot, scared i lose CCA marks... i  regret in everything i do loh, including falling in love with this guy, i try forgetting him, but that is like impossible to me, however, i will try hard as not to let down anyone that supports me i guess... Kampatei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-108497225820132861?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/108497225820132861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=108497225820132861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108497225820132861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108497225820132861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-down.html' title='I am down...'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7017186.post-108480591813807322</id><published>2004-05-18T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:00:31.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's hard work</title><content type='html'>hiazzz, so bored n melting, i jus talk to someone online today, felt better after the talk...there is this guy whom i like but dun dare to say out, even if i dare, he would not be there, how i wish i would get another guy which i like n will be there whenever i need him... this guy is hard to find all the time, he tend to be out all the time, even if he is at home, he would either be sleeping or the phone can't even get through...Sometimes i really am piss off with this guy, but can't blame him, who ask me to like him... My frens give me support, but sometimes think it is not really enough at all... my sch sis is a nice wan, but i seldom talk to her now, since the exams, now the exams r over, i dun really know wat to do, everyday is like a new day but old life...haizzz, dun wanna talk abt it, gtg, bb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7017186-108480591813807322?l=clover_ng5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/feeds/108480591813807322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7017186&amp;postID=108480591813807322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108480591813807322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7017186/posts/default/108480591813807322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clover_ng5.blogspot.com/2004/05/todays-hard-work.html' title='today&apos;s hard work'/><author><name>Clover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01981947478326404394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
