<?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-1450868951804413806</id><updated>2012-01-15T14:47:30.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Long Lashes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2459264129077168945</id><published>2012-01-15T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:47:30.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things change, people change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is a continuation of my previous blog entry - I FOUND MY MISSING CAMERA!!!! :D It was hiding in my drawer all alooonngggggggg!!!!! &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 'O' level results are already out.. **DENGDENGDENGDENNNGGGG**.. Satisfactory level : 2.5/10. I have a confession to make - I felt that I could've done better. I WANTED to do better. I EXPECTED better... but I was told to appreciate what I have scored because I did better than most of my friends. But still, some results are, DISAPPOINTING. For example, Principles of accounts. All my life in secondary school, I aced my POA examinations, I had distinctions throughout!!!!!.. But then for this 'O' level exam.. * shakes head *.. I didn't la. I got a &lt;i&gt;fwreakin&lt;/i&gt;' B3. I bet I was THIS close to an A2.. :'( Now I understand why I people say..... "ZOMFGKNNCCBWTFHSCREWDAMNFUCK the 'O' level bell curve/ moderation...." I can't help it but to agree. *nods head*.. I've already chosen 12 different type of courses from jcs/polys and submitted it already.. I'M PRAYING HARD I GET MY FIRST CHOICE.. *fingers crossed* :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not THAT prepared to go to a junior college la. I've been told, "&lt;i&gt;A levels very hard la, studying again very sian la, a lot of people retain first year, fail A levels, fail already no where to go, Poly better/more fun, studying no life, JC people no life."&lt;/i&gt; -_- I think I'm quite affected by these comments but then again I often try to remind myself that if I put my heart into doing well, I can accomplish anything I want. I really hope I've made the right decision for choosing to go to college.. Otherwise.. Neh, I shall not think too much. Most of my friends are going to poly.. So I guess I have to make new ones AGAIN. Holy... Not again. I'm afraid to open up to new people. I'm so worried I'll end up being a loner in which ever school I'll be going to. #foreveralone. HAHAHA. I'm very sure I can find friends la.. But finding a TRUE friend.. Woah, that's hard man.. I haven't had a true friend for so long.. IDK LA. My friends tell me that I've them to depend on.. That's really sweet.. But then again, IT'S COMING FROM THE MOUTH, NOT THE HEART (I guess.) -_- Maybe it's just me.. Hais. I hope we'll still keep in contact though, they're really fun people to be with.. I don't want these people to be strangers.. Like most of my previous friends... Well.... &lt;i&gt;good memories... good memories.........&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;:') I can't deny I miss spending time with each and every one of them, but things have changed, even THEY've changed.. This is life, charlotte, face it.&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/1450868951804413806-2459264129077168945?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2459264129077168945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-continuation-of-my-previous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2459264129077168945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2459264129077168945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-continuation-of-my-previous.html' title='Things change, people change'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-9030313391816582508</id><published>2012-01-01T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:57:33.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh where, oh where has my digital camera gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where can it beee~&lt;br /&gt;With its silver casing and its cute little string.&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year, pull your ear.&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/1450868951804413806-9030313391816582508?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/9030313391816582508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-where-oh-where-has-my-digital-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/9030313391816582508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/9030313391816582508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-where-oh-where-has-my-digital-camera.html' title='Missing Camera'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7026180186245833540</id><published>2011-11-23T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:35:09.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free &amp; happy</title><content type='html'>I've started my blogging routine again :D Which is when I'm bored, I blog! :D Since school's out, I'm so free, in fact, too free! :D I've been looking for nice blog shops on the internet, browsing the awesomely nice things on the internet, depressed over the nice things on the internet, finding ways to get these nice things from the internet, failed to get these nice things on the internet, feeling even more depressed over the nice things on the net. I JUST CAN'T GET THEM FOR MYSELF! CRIES!!!!!! At least my dad was kind enough to get over $130+ worth of nice things over the net.. BUT.. I always feel that it's not enough... I feel I need MORE. T.T I admit I very greedy la but I can't help it but to feel like that. T.T I also watched Zatch bell over the internet. Went out with my friends. Had a class bbq. Went out with bingbing. Kept my house clean. Cleared my books. Painted my nails. Find different designs for my nails. Did my laundry. Blabberblabberbleah. In total, I wasted 9 days of my life after the 'O' level examinations!!! BOO~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to find a job tmr! Wish me luck! *winkwink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7026180186245833540?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7026180186245833540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-free-and-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7026180186245833540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7026180186245833540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-free-and-happy.html' title='I&apos;m free &amp; happy'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3186692524657695301</id><published>2011-11-15T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:04:09.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath of national examinations</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I sat for the last paper for the 'O's... I'm so relieved~ At the same time, nervous about my results. What if.... They don't turn out as good as I expected? What if it's very bad? What if I somehow screwed up without knowing it? What if the examiner made many careless mistakes in marking my paper!!!!?!!@@ WOAH!! STRESSED MAN!! Haven't finish 'O' levels - stressed, finished 'O' levels - also stressed. Oh-my-god.. Why is it like that??? T.T WHYYYY@?#?@%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be thinking too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3186692524657695301?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3186692524657695301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-i-sat-for-last-paper-for-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3186692524657695301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3186692524657695301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-i-sat-for-last-paper-for-os.html' title='The aftermath of national examinations'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4501383216042508588</id><published>2011-11-11T09:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:54:33.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing those moments</title><content type='html'>The 'O' level examinations are about to come to an end, which means, FREEDOM IS NEAR!!!!! :D Can't wait till school's out! No more wearing BLUE uniforms! No more nags from teachers (Still got nags from mother)! No more waking up early in the morning realising I'm late and cab to school! No more seeing people I really dislike in school! No more burning the midnight oil! No more studying! No more revision! No more boring canteen food \(^o^)/! LOL! The list can go on forever.. :p Well, in short, there will definitely be much changes in life after the 'O's. Hmm.. results? Definitely I'd like to score well. ;) I did work hard this year after all. :D HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe four years have passed! Though it was quite slow/painful and suffering, it felt like it passed in a flash too. Before I know it I'll be 100 years old! :x Neh, kidding. Maybe I'll die by then. But who knows! :D heh. :3 The most memorable experience in school was my CCA - Marching Band. I remember I even joined netball la, but quitted soon after~ Meh. All my happiest moments and sh*t that I've gone though was in band that's why. And if given the chance, I MAY still wanna experience my life in band again. Erm, maybe not, quite tedious. :x I still remember the very first day I went for band la. :') Ohohoho, see my memory so good right! ^-^v Thank you, thank you. :x Lol, don't judge me. Hahaha. I remember when I entered Ping Yi, I was filled with regret and reluctant to continue my 4 years of education there. I wanted a transfer badly, I hated Ping Yi so much. However, I soon made many good friends, which changed my mind about transferring.. Unfortunately, I also lost many close friends in the end, but still went on with life. It's like the used-to-be close friends/clique, don't even speak to me/contact me at all already. That's just so pathetic la, HAHA. I think I don't have a close friend that last for more than 2 years at least, because they either change class/I'm out of their league/changed/hate me/hate me even more/changed to different school etcetc. :p That's why I'm forever alone~ \(Y)/ I'm so loneeelllllyyyyyyyyy, I've got noboooooooodddddddddyyyyyy~ No la, I still have 1 person who stayed by my side for more than 3 years. He already broke the record! I've never had anyone else apart from my family who remained close to me for that long. That person is no other than bing chow. Hah! YOU GUESSED IT! Because of him sometimes I don't feel that sad and lonely. He' s my best friend/ boyfriend/ uncle/ brother/ father/ mother/ sister. :x LOL! kidding about the female roles. :x Fortunately I've also made new friends along the way. \(^-^)/ They've been by my side for so long but I din notice that. BUT NOW I DO. Therefore, I conclude that. True friends = TREASURE ♥, Temporary friends = Keep them temporarily too. Come to think of it, my hair length the length of approximately my whole secondary school life? Cos I cut it SUPER short during the first quarter of my sec 1 life and did not cut it(I did trim it) any more since then. Cos I regretted cutting my hair short! &amp;gt;:O So cool right. I heart my long hair(though is super layered). \(^o^)/ Hahahaha, that's all folks! Till I blog again one day, all the best and TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Germaine,  Siling, Zijing, Sheauqin, Zhengwen, Hetong, Zhaoxun, Zhaoxun's sis, BING  and ZhongHong(i think) today! \(Y)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4501383216042508588?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4501383216042508588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/11/reminiscing-those-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4501383216042508588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4501383216042508588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/11/reminiscing-those-moments.html' title='Reminiscing those moments'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1359836147124895774</id><published>2011-09-25T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:47:56.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LIFE IS AWESOME!!!! TTM!!!! \(^0^)/&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1359836147124895774?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1359836147124895774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life-is-awesome-ttm-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1359836147124895774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1359836147124895774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life-is-awesome-ttm-0.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7312551799131037240</id><published>2011-05-25T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:18:05.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Peepo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long aye? :D I haven't been blogging from last year, hah! To an extent I forgot my blog link and had to think hard to remember, seriously. :p Aiya, these days people also don't blog one, most people's blogs are either "ancient" - long forgotten or already deleted loh. So what am I blogging for? The answer is : So that people know I'm still alive and not MIA or what-so-ever.. Well, since I don't have a FaceBook account, don't have an "opened to all" tweeter account nor any other existing social network accounts. Lol, I feel so outdated, even auntie uncle also got Facebook account..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point is, there isn't any other way you can contact me in cyberspace, except this poor blog of mine :'( LOL. In fact! You can't even contact me via blog! Because! I don't have a tagboard! And I doubt you'd bother going through all the trouble to sign in to your own blogger account just to type in the comment box! Hais. I feel so uncontactable. :( I should really consider making a FB account?... But its damn xia suay leh, cos is like people how long ago create their FB account already then later I just create FB account people think I unsophisticated, just know got FB existing in the world. LOL. Will anot ah? Aiya, forget it, I shall just leave things the way they are for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite satisfied with life. :) Chinese 'O' level examination is just round the corner, its on MON btw. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL I CLEAR THIS EXAMINATION&lt;/span&gt;??? DENG DENG DENG DENG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, chinese is the weakest subject of mine. Sighhh~ Why is it that I have to sit for this paper first of all the others?!?!? FML. Hais. Actually already decided to take on Chinese language (Basic) but I wasn't applicable for it, JUST BECAUSE I MANAGED TO CLINCH A BORDERLINE PASS FOR THE SUBJECT, 50 MARKS! BLOODY HELL, I WISHED I FAILED YKNOW?!@? Aiya, say so much, it's already over and I've come so far. Still passing my chinese but... with 'C5'. Right now, I'm just hoping for the best for 'O' level, CHINESE. All the best to myself! and please make all my efforts struggling and enduring the journey of learning chinese language worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all sitting for the mother tongue paper on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7312551799131037240?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7312551799131037240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-peepo-after-so-long-aye-d-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7312551799131037240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7312551799131037240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-peepo-after-so-long-aye-d-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8632243280788389048</id><published>2010-12-15T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:44:32.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Much has happened during this holiday period.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I experienced many ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Summarized)&lt;br /&gt;First it was the bridging programme for the first two weeks of the November holidays. It wasn't really productive actually, excluding Maths and Science. In fact, I've already forgotten what my teachers taught me already. ohno.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there were many band practices. Mostly 4 times per week for the month of November was bandbandbandbandband. Unfortunately received news that the genting competition was cancelled.. And I had a lil' bit of mixed feelings. Like :( and :) . So there was the ROD, money fly~ Bought this &amp;amp; that. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More band practices again. And there was the 5D4N genting trip. Enjoyed myself along with my group members, The Incredibles. :D Missed home though. Wanna comment about bowling. Never bowled before and team got first, lol. Did they calculate the scores wrongly? I wonder. Haha. Fell sick after the trip, haha, lost my sense of taste too. Genting competition was replaced by a concert on the 13th of Dec. Thus,  our given 2 weeks break was no more. :p Still got many days of break tho, that's why I'm blogging and rotting at home. :D Concert was.. AWESOME. :D I liked the audience. :D Too bad my family members missed it. ): Wasted it had to be on a weekday.. Well, there's still a few more band practices and then the band camp!!!! Hahahaha, my holiday is filled with BAND. I'm jealous of my sister! I hate her! &gt;:( She gets to work in my aunt's office and earns $7/hour while I get NOTHING!!!! While she works in the office like normal office people and gets paid there, I'm rotting and home now with nothing to do!!! ): She's so lucky!!! She's getting so many good opportunities while I'm missing them all! &gt;:( Sigh. I feel quite sad for myself. Should I say FML? yesyes? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so abandoned and lonely at home.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone show me how to be more grounded and level-headed?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8632243280788389048?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8632243280788389048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/12/much-has-happened-during-this-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8632243280788389048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8632243280788389048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/12/much-has-happened-during-this-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7200532110535710801</id><published>2010-11-16T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:20:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uwaah?! It's been quite long since my last update on blogger. o.o Nowadays people's blogs are usually dead. Otherwise, deleted. Blogger is outdated alr?! Zomg. Idon'tcare. I'm still gonna update as frequently as I can ( If i still remember about my bloggie) despite missing those times where my tagboard will be flooded with tags from my friends. Now I don't even have a tagboard! \(^o^)/ I find that there isn't a need no. Plus for a period of time my tagboard was spammed!!!!! Not my friends but some ahjipalang people!!!!!!!!! Dono where they come from one!! (-_-) So I deleted it lohh, teeheez. (Y) Well, guess it's just me and my blog webbie where I post&amp;amp;post and read it again in future, ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the holidays. But as usual, like how it's been for the past 2 years, everything is bandbandband. Not really much of a holiday actually. BUSY!!!! Actually there was supposed to be a competition during the 5D4N overseas trip with the band. But no more.. Zzzz.. But it's still 5D4N... Gotta baaaad feeling. I'm afraid I'll die of boredom/lack of sleep/cold. I hate the feeling of coming out of a shower in a hotel room. Extremely cold. Sucks. No like. Hate the cold blankets cold pillow. (-_-) Why am I worrying so much? COS I'M AFRAID OF BEING COLD. ): Praypray the trip will be something I'll enjoyyy!!!!!!!! ): I hope there wouldn't be limitations to fun tho! D': Pray my group/room mate isn't some random people that I'm absolutely not familiar with!!! RAAHHH. I'm so worried. ): Worried me. You should just click the [X] button on the top right hand side of your screen and ignore my rants yknow? x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous bout ROD dance. Stressed bout getting senior's gifts. Worn out by band practices. Headache bout many songs to learn. Trouble with getting outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much cheerful note :D The ROD section board is done!!!!!! It's so chio! I'm so satisfied. =D I even did a 2nd board to satisfy myself. &gt;&lt; waste of resources tho. Well :D Worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7200532110535710801?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7200532110535710801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/11/uwaah-its-been-quite-long-since-my-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7200532110535710801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7200532110535710801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/11/uwaah-its-been-quite-long-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1106115120211366380</id><published>2010-10-21T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:37:23.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you do not mind, it doesn't matter at all.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm just another year older.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day just like any other ordinary day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up. Find my way at home in the dark, Usual stuff. Trying to be as quiet as I could, to avoid waking anybody up. Got out of house. Bused. Walked. Shoes were damp because of rain. Spent time in school. Dismissal at 3.30. Walked the usual, "faraway" bus stop. Waited. Bored. Went to petal mac. Ate. Went home. Slept. Woke up. Dinner. Usual stuff. And now it's 11.28pm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate those birthday wishes. Though some forgotten. Not even a word from my parents. I feel kinda disappointed. However, this year's better than the last. I got to celebrate it on the 16th. But, I'm still unsatisfied and sad somehow. Owell. Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so I might as well be happy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1106115120211366380?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1106115120211366380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-do-not-mind-it-doesnt-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1106115120211366380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1106115120211366380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-do-not-mind-it-doesnt-matter.html' title='If you do not mind, it doesn&apos;t matter at all.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3264830413919073864</id><published>2010-10-17T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:43:11.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome day! (｡･ ω･｡)</title><content type='html'>P.S, birthday celebration in advance :D&lt;br /&gt;* Actual one's on the 21 Oct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, met my HengBingBing dardar in the afternoon. ^^ Went to bedok inter, kfc for our lunch and went back home after that to get changed and do my stuff. (: At home, Aunts and Uncles started coming over to prepare the things for the bbq while poor HengBingBing couldn't decide whether to come in so he waited downstairs. ): He waited real long oh. Kelian~ Well, when everything was ready, it's time to go to the bbq pit at my aunt's house. My aunts took HengBingBing away from me and drove him over to my grandmother's house first while I went over to the bbq pit. :p Hehez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@the Bbq pit, it was super stuffy and warm! Made me perspire so much and ended up sticky! ): HengBingBing &amp;amp; my aunts came over shortly after. And we went swimming!!!!!! :D Solved the hot weather problem. (: Me, HengBingBing, me sis &amp;amp; lil cousin! Poor Gabriel had to sit there arnd watch us have fun. x: Charmaine's fault for not informing him about swimming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5I14iRPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UzGbczVykkk/s1600/asdaqwer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5I14iRPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UzGbczVykkk/s320/asdaqwer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529005422849180914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, JingYi &amp;amp; Aron came first, followed by Vania &amp;amp; Jianhao, then Haslinda!! \(Y)/ Me's really glad they turned up! (^^)v  Aron &amp;amp; Bryan also swam! ^~^ Had lotsa fun! Ate awhile and went back swimming again. Played with sparklers, something not so awesome happened. ._. Got kaypoh people that totally spoilt the mood! :@ Totally upset luhh! )': Well, got cheered a lil and sang the birthday song! +CAKEEE!!!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5JUIERII/AAAAAAAAAlI/tLsJrz-tXu4/s1600/DSCF1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5JUIERII/AAAAAAAAAlI/tLsJrz-tXu4/s320/DSCF1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529005430967387266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5IpUp-TI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Rbl_VOeZyco/s1600/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5IpUp-TI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Rbl_VOeZyco/s320/asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529005419477465394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5JBjyXdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/cL7Cbq-7tsw/s1600/DSCF1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5JBjyXdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/cL7Cbq-7tsw/s320/DSCF1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529005425983380946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ate the cake till no more. Especially HengBingBing, who kept forcing himself to eat! Not only the cake! ): I wonder if he's gained weight. ?_? He claims he can eat a lot. &gt;&lt; Well, it's because there were still people who's thought of to be coming didn't turn up so there were still leftovers. Owell. :D I enjoyed myself a lot! It was a successful bbq indeed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Elsie sent me and HengBingBing home. (: Parents went back first. Sister went with Aunt Pris &amp;amp; Gabriel. ^^ Was Soooo sleepy yesterday!~~ Reached home around 12+ ThumbsUP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3264830413919073864?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3264830413919073864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/wesome-day-yesterday-met-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3264830413919073864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3264830413919073864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/wesome-day-yesterday-met-my.html' title='Awesome day! (｡･ ω･｡)'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TLr5I14iRPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UzGbczVykkk/s72-c/asdaqwer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3313084334141172052</id><published>2010-10-09T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:00:13.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 830. ♥</title><content type='html'>Time was spent in a pretty much productive way today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the final year examinations are already here, we revised.&lt;br /&gt;From 12pm to 6pm, close to that, of course. Then, I had to go off without him.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Aunt Priscillia's birthday in advance with Aunt Elsie, My Grandmother, Grandfather, Uncle, in addition, Charmaine &amp;amp; Gabriel. Food was to my likings. Yummyyummy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3313084334141172052?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3313084334141172052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-830.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3313084334141172052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3313084334141172052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-830.html' title='Day 830. &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2070413585029191539</id><published>2010-10-02T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:03:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;appy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;onthsary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaaa! Another month has passed! Look how quickly time passes!!!! Soon 2010 will just pass by just like that and before you know it, 2012 will come... and that means, DOOMSDAY!!@#$%#$ Do YOU believe doomsday will ever come in 2012?! I don't. Cos I have stuff that expires in 2013. (-_-) &amp;amp; If I die in 2012, I'll regret going to school to study. /: It would be a waste of time. :p Anyways, today was another awesome-awesome day with HengBingBing. Meh, I srsly couldn't wake myself up early today tho. &gt;&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUdJoDDxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8Q0aDH5q2JA/s1600/mfDxoIJsqpVJ6JpWOCeFug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUdJoDDxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8Q0aDH5q2JA/s320/mfDxoIJsqpVJ6JpWOCeFug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523405959025856274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to Tamp cos it's the nearest and most convenient place, for a movie. :p Wanted to catch Alpha &amp;amp; Omega but don't have! There was only the 7+ slot. Obviously we wouldn't wait for nuts. O.O I don't think we could spent our time in TAMPINES for 6 hours anyways, nth much there. :D So yeah, ended up watching a chinese movie.. nc16 again. LOL. Went to popeyes for lunch and went in the movie theatre. There was this advertisement of a horror movie and it successfully spooked me out to tears. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUdhLRPwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/WXlDwM8EKAI/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUdhLRPwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/WXlDwM8EKAI/s320/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523405965347602178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I can comment on is that the movie was really full of violence. Hahahas, bused back. Day ended quickly. (: but I enjoyed my time with HengBingBing today. ^^v Did not really go out too long tho, cos the examinations are coming. Zzzz.. Went back home to read my books. First paper's on Monday - English, followed by Mother Tongue on Tuesday. Zzzz. Celebrating my birthday in advance on the 16th, which is a Saturday. And on the following Monday, there'll be my chemistry paper and my Principles of Accounts paper 2. T0T Then the EOYs will end. Is it a bad date? T-T Zzzz, bleah. No time to worry for this issue.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUczCLFNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LGn2M5isBvE/s1600/tumblr_kubnwcUzAb1qatq14o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUczCLFNI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LGn2M5isBvE/s320/tumblr_kubnwcUzAb1qatq14o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523405952961418450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Laugh at it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2070413585029191539?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2070413585029191539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/h-appy-27-th-m-onthsary-well-went-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2070413585029191539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2070413585029191539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/10/h-appy-27-th-m-onthsary-well-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TKcUdJoDDxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8Q0aDH5q2JA/s72-c/mfDxoIJsqpVJ6JpWOCeFug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1421804064323685925</id><published>2010-09-10T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:30:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ix &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;inus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;wo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TIpNB76UE4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/n8vMFgNYZoQ/s1600/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TIpNB76UE4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/n8vMFgNYZoQ/s320/DSC02949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515305389326078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Absolutely Kawaii ^^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eight&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hundred&lt;/span&gt;-00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'd like to spend time alone, recapture the past and indulge myself in memories. I'd like to remember the times spent with those people who's been part of my life or even those who's come and gone. I can say, much have changed since I was in kindergarten and primary school, of course.. But even in secondary school, here and there you can see changes. Life is truly a roller coaster ride. I can't seem to remain successful for long and lucky thing I don't remain a looser down there repeating "FML" for long too. (: Life as a 15 year old is ah, somehow manageable however I think something's wrong with me. I think I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advanced sleep phase syndrome&lt;/span&gt;? like srsly?!@ Hahahaha, I hope not. -_- I really do sleep at 6-7 pm on school days only weekends/ non-school days are exceptional, I don't know why. Maybe I'm really a pig. Haa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Resident Evil: Afterlife with HengBingBing @ iluma today. A total freaky show with lots and lots of ZOMBIES?!?.. O.O Mmmm, awesome show. *Thumbs up* Uh-hum, NC 16 movie again. (-.-)v I've got no idea why... Violence? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late oredy &amp;amp; I'm very tired. Not gonna upload photos. :p I'm sian-ed and (-.-!) of lousy Sony Erisson cables. Uploading photos is very tedious. You have to squeeze the cable to the phone as hard as you can in order to get it connected. Urgh. Not today man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1421804064323685925?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1421804064323685925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/09/absolutely-kawaii-eight-8-hundred-00.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1421804064323685925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1421804064323685925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/09/absolutely-kawaii-eight-8-hundred-00.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TIpNB76UE4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/n8vMFgNYZoQ/s72-c/DSC02949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6657924103519267769</id><published>2010-09-06T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:30:30.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulcer on lower lip that is killing me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6657924103519267769?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6657924103519267769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/09/ulcer-on-lower-lip-that-is-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6657924103519267769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6657924103519267769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/09/ulcer-on-lower-lip-that-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7257378600144090567</id><published>2010-09-04T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:29:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;earn from yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ive for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ope for tomorrow. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellohelloooo!!! Today was a great day. :D I woke up, did the usual wash up and switched on the television. On the television screen, it was channel OKTO! (LOL.) :D 8am in the morning and it's showing.... SESAME STREET!! WHEEHEE! ^^v And there was cookie monster acting like elmo. :p Instead of elmo's goldfish, it was a cookie. He talked to the cookie, ate the cookie and even sang the 'COOKIE SONG'!!!!!!! :D :D :D Yadadada! heehee, ignore my lameness please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet Mr HengBingBing @ 12 but I was late. x_x Well, he pinched my poor and sensitive nose!!!! ): DAMN ANNOYING LUH. Zzzzzzz... In fact he pinched it so many times today that at the end of the day, my nose was leaking. ): Of all things y'know? Must bully my pitiful nose.. ): Sob.. Sobxzs... Anyway, went to Tamp eat and to watch "Vampire Sucks". I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw NC16.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M NOT EVEN SIXTEEN YEARS OOOOLD&lt;/span&gt;!) -_-!!! lawll. Went in anyway. It's a show that I've been waiting for so long!!! HOW CAN I NOT SEEE ITTTT!!!! D: My school taught me: "Perseverance yields success." And so I've been inculcated the belief of PERSEVERANCE!!! X: *clapclap*.. Anyway, it was such a comedy!! How can it be NC16?!? THERE MUST BE AN ERROR! ( I suppose. ) Bleah. After the show, walk, walked. We went to take bus 67. Missed the stop because something happened and dono where it took us but I know there were many indians in the bus..... Was really scary. Alighted at some stop that I've never been before and looked for a bus back to my home!!! Was so sleepy and hungry at that moment of time. GOsh, can die!!! And after a loooong walk, finally found what I wanted. PlahPlahPlah... TADA!!!! HOME SWEET HOME! Parents weren't at home so I had to cook for myself. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding school, well, gonna have to buck up on mathematics. Can't believe I failed English. -_- That's the consequence of being absent from school and not knowing the assignments that were handed in!!!! OMFG! I hate it when they grade you by assignments! However, it has also beneficial points. :D like.. I PASSED MY SCIENCE WITH A 62.5% LOL. NOT BAD FOR ME LEYH! There's SO MUCH IMPROVEMENT OK?! from 30+ to 60++ :D But I don't know how I'm gonna pass for my final year luh, my science sucks!!!! ): Well, I scored 68% for my CHINESE!!!! CAN'T YOU BELIEVE IT?! IT'S CHINESE!!!!!!!!! I totally OWNED my chinese class! X: HAHAHA! ALmost unbelievable. SS will be 74, History idk, POA 86, D and T 78 (owned D&amp;amp;T students. :p ), so on and so for. Most disappointing is my mathematics and ENGLISH!!!! -'- SCORED ONLY B4 FOR MATHS. ): It's so lousy! ): AND MY ENGLISH TOTALLY PULLED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; MY L1R4 or 5!!!! I WORK HARDER IN TERM 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding band, it's so much funner and enjoyable than when I was in PP! Wahahahaha! I'm so happee. :D Playing Fate of the Gods and El Camino Real. :D El Camino makes my ring finger spasm. ): Urgh, real challenging indeed. Definitely will work hard cos I don't wanna play fate of the gods. Though it's a nice song, it's boring, right? x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! Goodnight people! Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7257378600144090567?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7257378600144090567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/09/l-earn-from-yesterday-l-ive-for-today-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7257378600144090567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7257378600144090567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/09/l-earn-from-yesterday-l-ive-for-today-h.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8417799652346480578</id><published>2010-08-31T22:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:00:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;arts &amp;amp; Parcels of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day where secondary school students will make this special effort to go back to their previous schools. Mmm... Haven't had any contact with my primary school mates for soooo long till yesterday night on MSN, well, I do not have a FB account.. Anti-social luh, heh. Went over to MBS after school and there were my ex-schoolmates. :') Aww, mizz them so much. LOL. Funny thing is that all of us did not even bother contacting each other during any other time of the year! See the irony? Hahahaa.. Owell, I miss my school, very different from PingYi indeed. (Eg. Lifts, BETTER canteen food, bigger school.. ) Tsk, haiyo, how come I ended up in PY with a PSLE aggregate of 205.. -_- *shakes head*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0aosmn2HI/AAAAAAAAAj0/y2-0cHEoUDw/s1600/DSC02950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0aosmn2HI/AAAAAAAAAj0/y2-0cHEoUDw/s400/DSC02950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511590805441599602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pei Shin, Si Yi and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I enjoy days without school cos I'm so sick of carrying my "turtle shell" here and there. Really heavy y'know? ): I keep thinking to myself that my bag is filled with stones but when I open it, it's actually books.. Ohmy. -_- Maybe I really shouldn't bring my books to school. ): ALL of the pictures below (regarding this particular post) actually represents FREEDOM. :D Just like a bird spreading it's wings and soaring up the blue, blue sky. Heh heh. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0an8EKSiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lV6K8-zL-sM/s1600/2-+tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0an8EKSiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lV6K8-zL-sM/s400/2-+tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511590792412154402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Concert @ zee Esplanade on the 15th August 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0anXVVfsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7xGNhVvO988/s1600/DSC02865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0anXVVfsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7xGNhVvO988/s400/DSC02865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511590782552080066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0amk3GEaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jAxAwCxOFWw/s1600/1-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0amk3GEaI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jAxAwCxOFWw/s400/1-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511590769003467170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well. This day is another day which will be part of my memory. IT WAS MY FIRST TIME LISTENING AND VIEWING AN ORCHESTRA FOR REAL!!!!!!!! Actually it's the reason why I even went for that concert. :p I could see manymanyMANY string instruments and funny thing is that their movement is very exaggerating and yet I hear no sound coming out. :x Is it me or...? x_x Ohwell, nevermind that rhetorical question. GOOD NIGHT PEOPLE! TMR IS A HOLIDAY!!!!! PIG AS LONG AS YOU LIKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8417799652346480578?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8417799652346480578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/p-arts-and-parcels-of-my-life-so-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8417799652346480578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8417799652346480578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/p-arts-and-parcels-of-my-life-so-today.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TH0aosmn2HI/AAAAAAAAAj0/y2-0cHEoUDw/s72-c/DSC02950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4250922007196080455</id><published>2010-08-30T20:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:41:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really don't know what people are really thinking.  Knowing and understanding consequences and yet.. Not doing the right  thing. Funny. One word to describe the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO  pairs&lt;/span&gt; - 'Foolish'. I don't know, I really don't know what's up  with them. Regarding one of the two, the FEMALE is bugging and blaming  me for her own wrongdoings, accusing me of spreading rumors about them.  -.- She's blaming everyone but herself for making it so obvious herself.  And when she finds out, she only gets to the surface of the sea. ONLY.  She does not see the whole thing. What is her problem like seriously?  -.- This is totally pissing me off. If they wanna be together why must  they deny OR hide? Haha, then now SHE blames me, hilarious to the max!  Tsktsk, can't stand these type of people who has guilty conscious and  yet hides behind a computer screen saying things to me that she dares  not say in school IN MY FACE. Sigh.. In the first place, if she was so  afraid they'll get into trouble, why go steady and now say I'm  "interfering into their business", "this is none of my concern",  yadadadada or "people's relationships is none of your business". This  situation angers me, FRUSTRATES ME. This is OF MY CONCERN as I do not  want to see the CULTURE what I've been for almost 3 years to change. I  feel it is NOT right for someone who's supposed to represent us.. and HER. Now she can say nothing is happening between the  both of them and before that she said not to tell anyone else about it.  Hahaha, what is this?! The other pair is more careful but, I don't know  how much longer their secret can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Don't trust  anybody. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDITED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/THu-UfBtbBI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eQbSyR7jjlM/s1600/aaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/THu-UfBtbBI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eQbSyR7jjlM/s400/aaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511207828153265170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! LOOK WHAT I've just found!!!!! HER FATHER POSTING THIS ON FB! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HER FATHER ADMITTED FOR HER THAT THEY'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Waitwaitwaitiwait, is this an insult? I'm messing her life? In what way? Hahahhas, people these days? He should really look at himself in the mirror. LOL! I don't find him a better person that me. (btw, he's just quoting this from me - COPYCAT) LOL. He doesn't understands what's going on, ONLY listens to her daughters point of view and not mine. And lol, I was just explaining myself of msn? -_- This man can't bring justice. tsktsk. Look, i've ended my conversation with HIS daughter and now WHY MUST HE START IT BACK? lol.. and then the cycle goes on and on. LOL. Don't force me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4250922007196080455?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4250922007196080455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-really-dont-know-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4250922007196080455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4250922007196080455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-really-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/THu-UfBtbBI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eQbSyR7jjlM/s72-c/aaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8736434178115289163</id><published>2010-08-14T22:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:38:59.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ff-&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;-E&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not expect this time of my life to be so troublesome and burdening. I know I'll get a depression from THIS particular, problematic issue. Very problematic indeed and put it in a bad way, it's totally pissing me off. For WEEKS! More than a month.. It's been like this already, they'll be ones who never fails to bug me all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are the ones who's made my life so stressful and such a headache. I don't know what's their goal or whatsoever. Each time, I've been obedient, just for the reason of making them LEAVE ME ALONE AND stop finding more trouble for me.. But being OBEDIENT does not pay off. It is POINTLESS, P-O-I-N-T-L-E-S-S!!!! - that they don't see. Absolutely disheartening. Makes me feel as though I can no longer move on any further.. They don't even trust me? What is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;threatened&lt;/span&gt; to leave me out out of some events which makes me feel not of any use at all to all of you. Yes, you and the rest of you can carry on WITHOUT me, you don't need me in fact.. That is the ugly truth. However, I'd hope you hadn't make it so clear, making me feel bad. I no longer count this as caring and concerned, I call this, threatening. I need to clear my mind.. Luckily, there are still people out there who're there for me. I've figured out the people I can rely on. The ones who I can trust and the ones who trusts me. I'm very grateful to whoever that has tried or did cheer me up, who has turned my frown upside down. Even to those who has offered tissue paper to me when I was crying. A BIG THANK YOU to all of you!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relaxing and enjoyable Saturday today. Finally a day without problems. Went to iluma to watch "SALT", a very action-packed movie with HengBingBing. (: And then MRTed to DhobyGhaut for his interview. Had lunch there too, followed by the veryvery long wait for his turn. I really needed today very much, I needed a break.. (: Thank you for today HengBingBing. (: Well, I'll hope tomorrow will be a good day too. Gonna go for a concert at Esplanade with the band members. Meeting my section mates for lunch first! (: Excluding Ashima who's fasting.. /: Pitypity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people! My tagboard is spammed with unknown people. (-.-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TGbAxEgXVjI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MkUNIP9kWyE/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TGbFbWUgNjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5AkxegVSrKw/s1600/071-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TGbFbWUgNjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5AkxegVSrKw/s400/071-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505304668145727026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TGbAxEgXVjI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MkUNIP9kWyE/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8736434178115289163?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8736434178115289163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-ff-e-mm-e-ll-if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8736434178115289163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8736434178115289163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-ff-e-mm-e-ll-if-only.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TGbFbWUgNjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5AkxegVSrKw/s72-c/071-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6538259976674210277</id><published>2010-08-10T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:14:15.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heez. Me is proud to announce to you people out there that me, finally dropped all me's milk teeth (baby teeth)!!!! Uwahahahahaha!!!! Meh~ I know it's nothing much of a biggie to you, you nor you but I'm just gonna blog it out anyway~ Haaas. Just got the last one out today!! :D :D Clapclap? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 10th day after my previous blog post.. AND! SO many things have passed.. Let me tell you what. ^^ Out of a week, 7 days!!! 5 days were spent for the band practices to rehearsals to performances!!! Isn't it CRAZIFIED??? Hahahas. Oh, I'm so glad that week's over man!!! At least the following week's much better! Monday and Tuesday( which is today) IS A HOLIDAY!!!!! Ohyes, I hope I hadn't been wasting my time on the YOG performance though.. :\ Mdm Nava said I may not be able to participate just because of the result of my hair. x_x Right. I've got no say to this.. Well, after all, I'm just a student and a band member.... not anything else high up there, you see? ): I just feel so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discouraged&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much cheerful note, the previous Saturday (7/Aug/10) was GREAT! Hahahahas, went to the Anglo Chinese School (I) for their concert. What I can comment on is that.. It's worth my 10 bucks. ^^ Well, on that day, I met Mr HengBingBing late afternoon and we had some food at mac. After that, aunt elsie called and said she'll be picking us up to go for the concert. While waiting for her to come, (haha) HengBingBing was practicing how to greet my aunt, grandmother and grandfather.. Not to mention his hands were all cold. :x Finally!!! They came, entered the car and the silly boii was so relieved. Sad thing he was so quiet throughout the trip to ACSI.. ): Hmm.. At the school, Jacqueline and Jeremy were waiting there. Hahahas.. Went in the auditorium together and.. The concert started. :p Most of the soloist screwed up. Esp the trumpeter, &gt;&lt; Too nervous? LOL. I heard they only had 2 weeks to practice. Well, and soon, there was the interval. Very surprisingly, the saxophonists put up a self-initiated performance for the audience during that period of time. They played Oh! from girl's generation. Impressive.. :p And of course at the end of it, the crowd cheered and clapped loudly for the section. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipskipskip~ Performance ended. HengBingBing, Jacqueline and Jeremy socialized with my family.. Some introduction here and there. Then Jacqueline and Jeremy went off, leaving HengBingBing with aunt elsie, uncle ben, aunt lilian, grandfather, grandmother and I. Waited for Cavin to change, keep his instrument, fall in and fall out.. Till he was released.. I think we waited for an hour or so.. x_x So long. Aunt Lilian and Aunt Elsie were questioning HengBingBing about himself, LOL. Stressful hor?.. :D When cavin was finally released, we went for dinner.. And by the time we reached the hotel, it was already 11++ Was sleeping in the car luh.. At the hotel.. There was a group of singers.. Haha~ Guess what, we still had to wait for the booking of seats. And after so long, we got to have our... SUPPER. Well, so much for waiting. THE buffet sucked!!!! Rice was cold and HARD. Dishes weren't really appealing as well. No one ate much except HengBingBing, my Grandfather and uncle. Hungry monsters. Actually it's because they were guys. :p Errr.. Count Cavin out.  :p Had icecream.. Bingbing shared the 5 scoops with me. :D And after everything's done there, headed back le. Aunt elsie sent my grandmother back, followed by HengBingbing then me. (: Enjoyed the day a lot. (: I hope there's another day like that once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas, my post is gonna be long. ;p Today, I watched sorcerer's apprentice together with HengBingBing at iluma. (: Thumbs up for the show. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's school tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;All the best to me! And GOODnight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6538259976674210277?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6538259976674210277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/heez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6538259976674210277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6538259976674210277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/08/heez.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6998887666795718407</id><published>2010-07-31T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:48:55.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've been sick for almost a week already. It's all the many symptoms at once and it's so terrible because I do not have enough time to rest at all. Splitting headaches, an annoying flu, a dry and painful throat and ulcers... I must be really heaty. I need a break man.. But I can afford to miss a day of school - There will be too much to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would like to share with you guys the fact that my school bag is never light. It's like I have stones filled in my bag when they are actually books. x_x Oh yes.. And by the way, I lost my POA file on Tuesday. ALL my notes for POA is inside and can you believe it? I LOST it!!!! Very important file.. ): Sigh.. Well, I borrowed Siling's file to photocopy the contents though, don't know how I'm gonna do it, but, I'll just have to. Urgh. It's A LOT of notes by the way.. ): Shoulders need a break from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I feel as though I may just break down or something. Homework, trying to listen in school even when I'm so sick and band practices. Everyday is just so tiring.. Sometimes I just skip my dinner and go to bed but my parents don't understand me. I don't have time for myself. I may not be able to cope anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayssss, I'm gonna summarize all the 3 paragraphs into one phrase,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A BREAK!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes! my break is finally here!!!!! I love Sundays for now!!! I'm gonna pig for 12 hours. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6998887666795718407?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6998887666795718407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-usy-b-eeeee-first-of-all-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6998887666795718407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6998887666795718407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-usy-b-eeeee-first-of-all-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5565035941661644124</id><published>2010-07-25T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:18:51.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;When life is a bitter pill to swallow,&lt;br /&gt;You got to hold on to what you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm trying to. Yesterday was the performance for some official opening of some park or garden. Urgh... Sometimes I wished things aren't the way they turn out to be. Ok - I screwed up. Forgot my gimmicks, played @ the wrong time and things just weren't right! What the hell was I thinking? Just thinking about yesterday makes me feel guilty and hope to turn back time.. Which I can't, of course, makes me feel like hiding away from everyone, for good. However, I still remember Atikah's message about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Though things will get rough at the start, adapt to changes and keep learning. Don't stop. Don't let others words bring you down. You stand strong by what you believe in most. I don't want you to have any tinge of regret once you leave band. Remember you're not alone in this. Don't lost hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super long message but definitely a meaningful one. I know I should keep this in mind but, sometimes I just can't help to feel so alone. Owell.. Anyway, Atikah's really an excellent band major..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5565035941661644124?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5565035941661644124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-life-is-bitter-pill-to-swallow-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5565035941661644124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5565035941661644124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-life-is-bitter-pill-to-swallow-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7484977214743058597</id><published>2010-07-20T02:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:23:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't climb the mountains.</title><content type='html'>I wished I could hold a really loooong sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's if I can fill my lungs with unlimited supply of air, of course. (:Anyway, so many things have been in my mind, but when I think of it, I can't list them down. /: Why? Is it because they're too many things to list down? Or is it because I'm just feeling troubled? Or down? Or maybe unhappy with things? Could it be mood swings? Hahaha. Neh, I don't think it's any of the things that were listed down above. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know my answer...&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now is; The Guilt Of Uncompleting My Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guess it? I don't think so. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teehee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7484977214743058597?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7484977214743058597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-climb-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7484977214743058597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7484977214743058597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-climb-mountains.html' title='I can&apos;t climb the mountains.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2798260807906130026</id><published>2010-07-17T20:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:12:46.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ALLO-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;AO-PEEPO!!!^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a enjoyable day together with my maomao dardar!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Things went very well today. :D Pictures I took with HengBingBing below!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1450868951804413806"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpxViqgjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/uUdO40F6jCs/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494859685429936690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpw71128I/AAAAAAAAAhs/oTZBaHW6h60/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpw71128I/AAAAAAAAAhs/oTZBaHW6h60/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494859678531050434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1450868951804413806"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpwf0cuQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rgRgc6oIq34/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494859671009016066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpv336-YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-EgG6_VlO7o/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpv336-YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-EgG6_VlO7o/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494859660286163330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1450868951804413806"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG-jJj7PMI/AAAAAAAAAic/yaqGkIDwIM8/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494882531440016578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG9O5SifqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kEsVXHUWYxk/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG9O5SifqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kEsVXHUWYxk/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881083963113122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1450868951804413806"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG9OU9_TjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fQEZAITGn34/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881074213244466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG9N7yOukI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JHvjWG1BX9Q/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG9N7yOukI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JHvjWG1BX9Q/s400/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881067453037122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1450868951804413806"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEG9NeqZZOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/SeHI1XeR8WU/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494881059635553506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, woke up early in the morning and around 11, he came over to my place. (: Uhh, I wasn't ready back then. x: So yeah, he had to wait for me. x_x Hehehe, shopped at illuma... $_$ The dresses there so chio!!! &gt;&lt; &lt;s&gt;Din get anything there.&lt;/s&gt; Got my hairband there. x: o.o Pity it's an aircon-less area. :p Well, went back to the MRT station, where we had earlier on intended to go back le. My butt got glued to a seat okay? x: Chatted there for an hour or so. Then, went back le... x-x LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is happy!&lt;br /&gt;Heez. ^^ Buhbyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2798260807906130026?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2798260807906130026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/h-allo-m-ao-peepov-today-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2798260807906130026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2798260807906130026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/h-allo-m-ao-peepov-today-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TEGpxViqgjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/uUdO40F6jCs/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7157931119287423146</id><published>2010-07-12T22:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:05:41.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;chool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ays&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, once again, I'm back to blogging! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up early in the morning and I felt that I was so sick of school. x_x Probably it's the Monday blues bah.. Gotta catch up with school work!!! Meh. I feel like my brain can burst anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsqG2TRHcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LLj67BOD5Pk/s1600/700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsqG2TRHcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LLj67BOD5Pk/s400/700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493030467652361666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp4U7CZkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/q4IyynozoGs/s1600/694.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  the past few days, I've been busy.. Just the 1st week of school, there  was the SYF opening ceremony. We were released from lessons @ 12.30 pm  or 11.30 pm for most of the days. Tons of work to catch up with was the  consequence. x_x Gosh. &amp;amp; 2nd July was our 2nd year-sary.. Pity,  something happened. Owell.. (: The 2nd week was more relaxed. (: I had  more time of my own of course. (: And now today's the third week. I  think I may not be able to stand it anymore. I've been feeling so sick  today.. My mind couldn't think straight and I was having a headache. ):  Band practice was on today. Right now practices will be 3x per week cos  they added in the sectionals on Monday. I think I need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp6jYSdRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tebRtD8GL7I/s1600/695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp6jYSdRI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tebRtD8GL7I/s400/695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493030256414717202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp6AwUs8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/bIoZ-C3NSPc/s1600/699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 411px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp6AwUs8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/bIoZ-C3NSPc/s400/699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493030247120286658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp5jvlkYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0OZgF2iWmDI/s1600/698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 427px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp5jvlkYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0OZgF2iWmDI/s400/698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493030239332569474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp40Dlw6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/-AnIdU_dlGg/s1600/690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp40Dlw6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/-AnIdU_dlGg/s400/690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493030226531566498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp4U7CZkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/q4IyynozoGs/s1600/694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsp4U7CZkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/q4IyynozoGs/s400/694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493030218174195266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamamia~ I've finally uploaded pictures. :x I know my blog is very picture-less. (:&lt;br /&gt;Byebye people~ ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7157931119287423146?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7157931119287423146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7157931119287423146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7157931119287423146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-days.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/TDsqG2TRHcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LLj67BOD5Pk/s72-c/700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1085749734046097832</id><published>2010-06-28T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:17:13.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ElloMello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of term 3! Feel's nothing like the first day of school at all. :p Aniwaes, the thing about first days are that you're able to find people with different new looks around you~ ^^v Hmm... For example, Sheauqin wif bangggggs!!!! Dorothea also wiff BANGS!!! LOLxzs! :D Double bangbang?! :D WAHAHAHA! Mr. M's without hair.. And eyebrows. Where did they go to? O.Ov Hahaas~ Everything was just like how it was last time. Andand! I got my new timetable! (o.o)p *Thumbs Down~* Won't emphasize. Hehehehez. Din have my breakfast today.. )': SobSobx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA &gt; D&amp;amp;T &gt; RECESS!! :D &gt; MotherTongue &gt; Math &gt; EndOfSchool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ended school early 'cos the auntiee from the food stall poisoned me! ): Is really cannot take it until I wanna go home. Hahahs, I had a badbadbadbad day today. )': Kept vomiting and vomiting and vomiting and vomiting. I threw out everything I ate. Ewwww. It was super disgusting!!!! anyone could've knew what I ate just at one look at it. ): I thought I could not have survived today.  The most embarrassing thing is that I even vomited in class. ): Then the cleaner had to clean up after me. *~* People I must thank today: LiZhen for her tissue paper. (LOL, she was sitting beside me and was panicking) Vania for her company and mineral water, Aron for his phone, HengBingBing dardar for his company, and of course, my dad for bringing me to the nearest clinic, though he complained a lot. ME IS GRATEFUL TO ALL OF YOU! ^^ ThankYouVeryMuch!! At the clinic, I got an injection on my left arm. &gt;&lt; The pain was tolerable at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Stomach is still hurting!!! ):&lt; Need to rest oh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1085749734046097832?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1085749734046097832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/06/ellomello-d-todays-first-day-of-term-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1085749734046097832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1085749734046097832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/06/ellomello-d-todays-first-day-of-term-3.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3549355416082167235</id><published>2010-06-27T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:14:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;chool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eopening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;omorrow? o.O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;obxzxs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3549355416082167235?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3549355416082167235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-s-s-chool-r-eopening-t-omorrow-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3549355416082167235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3549355416082167235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-s-s-chool-r-eopening-t-omorrow-o.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2087674304504297608</id><published>2010-05-21T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:54:48.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been humiliated?</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Things aren't the way I had hoped it to be anymore.. Family, Friends, School... Etc. Life is tough on me y'know? I bet you wouldn't quite understand my situation, in fact, I don't even think you might even care.... Owell. I think I'm having bad luck now; or is it karma?... Did I even deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. This is how it began. Was at ECP rollerblading with dar when I received a phone call from my mum saying that my aunt threw all my belongings outta the house. Definitely I was totally shocked.... like what the hell did I even do before I left home.. Yeah, I did not even know what was happening.. So yeah, quickly made my way back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd home&lt;/span&gt; and found ALL, I repeat, ALL of my stuff packed in many odd plastic bags of sizes ranging from XTRA large to medium.. I was totally lost and did not know where to go.. or to even put all my things. Imagine how you'd feel when your things are all thrown out like how mine was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I still don't get why all this happened. But I was only told that my aunt quarreled with my grandmother on why my aunt allowed me to stay there in the first place... I don't know how it happened either. Did I do something wrong...? ): I feel that my grandmother is at fault for this... She's old already and since she has nothing else better to do, she finds trouble anytime.. She even said that she doesn't bother if I was beaten to death. But... Sigh. Right now I'm being mocked at by my parents.. That wherever I go, there's no happiness. Somehow, nothing seems wrong about that but I hate to admit it, the truth hurts. I'm being laughed at, I'm being looked down on.. Useless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily dar helped to move my things back to where I originally stay at.. I really did not know what to do with all that mess.. I'm really grateful. Right now, I'll just try to avoid trouble with my father and try to save my own life... So yeah, unpacked the clothes, folded them one by one neatly, and put them where it should be.. Changed bedsheets... Yadadada.. Done. Except that I haven't brought back any of my books yet - it's too heavy.. At least I have my bag to go to school. There was a lil unhappiness between my sister and I because I was moving back and it meant I was gonna take up some space.. Has she forgotten that she has a sister? I really wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my eye suddenly worsened one day before the Mid Year Examination, I had no choice but to consult a doctor.. But, no one was there to help me. Hesitant.. I called up my dad to pick me up. Of course he did mentioned " Got trouble only call your father.." in a very sarcastic tone... Sigh. Yes, he did bring me and I don't feel pain right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was band practice today. I was really enthusiastic about it since it was after so long that there was band practices.. But.. I had already changed my doctor's appointment date to Friday, which was today.. and my father did not want to change it for me again.. It meant that I had to be absent for school on that day. Worried about many things, I had been thinking, whether to or not to go to school for a few days.. In the end, I went to school today to get my attendance taken. Yeah, unfortunately my dad insisted on bringing me to the doctor.. so he picked me up while I was in school. Did not have a choice but to go, luckily I had already taken my attendance - I could be back at school after that for band. (: Yeah, I was really looking forward, I did go back to school and rushed back before 1.30 but.... I guess I made a wasted trip today... I had been worrying about this too, days before because my conscience told me so. My conscience is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself feel upset instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In the end, it doesn't really matter, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2087674304504297608?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2087674304504297608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/05/humiliated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2087674304504297608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2087674304504297608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/05/humiliated.html' title='Have you ever been humiliated?'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4637381802976176497</id><published>2010-05-19T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:52:01.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Life has never been better anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4637381802976176497?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4637381802976176497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4637381802976176497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4637381802976176497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7646585459480252306</id><published>2010-05-02T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:21:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2nd 10th monthsary! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaaa, it's our 1year&amp;amp;10thmonths today. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;Today is a muchmuch better day than yesterday luh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of unfortunate events that happened yesterday: One eye spoil, Went out with two dogs, Didn't bring key nor wallet out.. Dogs barked at me, very noisy, Weather super warm, I was wearing black, Still got barked at, Couldn't stand them both, Go home no key, Stuck outside for 2 hours and 30 minutes approximately till grandpa was back. The end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so today was a much better day.. Unfortunately dardar still had to wait for me? &gt;&lt; Uhm.. Day turned out great? ^^ Unlike.. YESTERDAY?! Ohmygod.. I swear yesterday was like one of the worst days of my life.. though... I GOT MY BLING PHONE BACK...!!!! after like.. more than a month's time luh. -_- Sony errison IS lousy.. ): Repair also so long, spare parts also no have - Need to wait (-.-)v Is not I impatient luh, is really super long loh! ): Haiz, it's back le anyway, so, (: ............... I... Shall stop commenting on sony errison until it fails me again! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fingers crossed* Pls don't fail meeeeeeeeee T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^v Whether it worked or not, I don't know.. ^^ But confirm will spoil again one!!!! (shows how muich faith I have in sony) WahahahhaHAHAHAHHA!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye~ Goodnight people!!!! Have a great day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DARDAR!!!!!! ♥♥♥ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7646585459480252306?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7646585459480252306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-2nd-10th-monthsary-wahahaaa-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7646585459480252306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7646585459480252306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-2nd-10th-monthsary-wahahaaa-its.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5224430636142567933</id><published>2010-04-11T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:31:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;'M &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;N &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;AND!&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm extremely proud of that. (: Wheee~ the SYF's finally O-V-E-R!!!! Throughout all these frustrating months of &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; we finally clinched the well-deserved gold medal award.. (: MAN, IT'S OVERRRR! HAHAHAHA!!! On the other hand, the truth is that I've mixed feelings.. Being unwantedly stucked in Pit-Percussion for the first time many months ago, struggling with these batch of little annoying, troublesome, shy, problematic and quiet band members who I thought will never make it &lt;em&gt;HERE&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, compared to last time, they've all grown very long horns. I can say that ALL of them became more talkative and uses their brains more. For example, Junkai. Though he may seem small and 'innocent', his chattery personality may surprise you. It's probably because of the fact that his brother, Junxiang, is in the same section as him. They're superduper playful when they're together. Hahahaha, Stella also has a lot of speak at times. Well, she doesn't actually talk in a normal tone like how we do.. She screams and/or shouts at people instead, Ohmygod, which leads more chaos in the section. Poor thing, is it how she is or.. ?!? O_O Well, more trouble? Why? Most people didn't like her tone, they thought it was rude... So... She always gets into quarrels with the section's most rebellious, Ain. Stella will never win her, thus, she will run off to somewhere else to cry and I have to go escort her back. Sigh, headache eh? Despite all these, the funny thing is that she only speaks nicely to me.. Wellwell... x_x GaAaaaah.. Ain WAS rebellious and UNCONTROLLABLE until that day where I remember, during the previous band camp. She was making a hell lot of noise, like how she previous did every practice in the PE dept room, everyone was trying to stop her, EVERYONE but.. Sigh. Mr Zhang came into the room and scolded all of us for making so much noise. Of course we felt blamed and disappointed for nothing. Mr Zhang not only scolded us, he dampen our moods by saying that the pe dept did not owe us anything but still had to lend us the room for our instruments which made the place look messy.. He added on that we band members THINK we're elites (-_-) And he said we'll never get the gold cos the performance duing sports days wasn't good. Blessings from a teacher? Neh I doubt so. Well, at least we proved him wrong, I think it will be enough to make him regret what he was saying to us that day. Back to point, after that incident, without a second thought, I literally screamed at ain and told her how upset the section has been with her behaviour. I regretted my actions because she cried, &lt;em&gt;I'm such softie&lt;/em&gt;.. I thought she would quit but no, she woke up immediately and was much of a better person. I'm was so glad. (: Right now she's just talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, there were many other problems the section gave me, hahaha, and they'll be a part of my memory. The good thing about my section is that they don't give me attendance problems. (: Yesterday when the angklung members cried after watching the motivational video, I was so touched..... Cos they said they were crying because they'll miss me. LOL. Definately all of us have come so far and though they were ups and downs, I enjoyed this whole journey as an SL of pit percussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5224430636142567933?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5224430636142567933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-m-i-n-gold-b-and-and-im-extremely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5224430636142567933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5224430636142567933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-m-i-n-gold-b-and-and-im-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2332920157438553980</id><published>2010-04-08T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:18:48.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;I think it was last week when my super bling phone's buttons were spoilt. Super depressed luh, so I happily made it worse by plucking out the whole set of buttons and so it came off. Took me a night plus the next morning to get it back into it's proper position luh.. Yeah, and so I did but... The buttons were like abit.. out? Den suddenly all the keys weren't working.... (-_-) Sent it for repair..&lt;br /&gt;Back to using my previous brown phone. It's surprises me that it isn't dead yet, it looks like it's in super bad condition. Yeah, was smsing happily and.. IT FAILED ME. Gosh, like my bling phone, the keys also spoilt. -_- ***k.. WHAT IS THIS?!@?# I cannot sms or call now luh! ONLY can receive calls. Cos my phone's slide haven't spoil YET. I predict it will not work sooner or later. Zzz. I is damn the sian-ed luh. Want sms also cannot nawwww. T_T Stupid sony erisson -'-(-.-)-'- SCREWSCREWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today during the national anthem I sneezed. I swear I got into trouble for that. -_- Zzzz. Lazy to elaborate. Freak. I got into unnecessary trouble. Stupidstupid... Totally spoilt my whole morning!!!!!!! ARGHHHHH.!!! * Fills heart with hatred *. -.- Luckily Mrs Seah helped me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days? Yeah approximately.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't wait till the SYF results are announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something random. I got locked up in the band store yesterday. I was locked by by Joey.. -_- I swear I felt damn... *WTF!!!!!! O_O ... * Well.. ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2332920157438553980?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2332920157438553980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-heyhey-i-think-it-was-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2332920157438553980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2332920157438553980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-heyhey-i-think-it-was-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8682895854944581098</id><published>2010-03-30T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:03:45.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;HBL&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;om&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;ase&lt;em&gt;d&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;earnin&lt;em&gt;g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; Yesh, it's a day at home for us Secondary 3 pupils. Bored to the max..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Switched on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Accessed the asknlearn webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Logged into my account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clicked onto 'Lessons' arnd..................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daydreamszxszxszxs..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Totally explains why I've never attempted my daily assignments or rather, to put it in the best way I can: I &lt;em&gt;rarely&lt;/em&gt; do my homework. (: sounds better eh? Like any of your mommy... and/or daddy does, my mom makes a hell lot of noise when they often find you lazing around the house, computing or sleeping as though you have too much time on your hands. (Luckily I don't see her everyday. Unfortunately, there's a substitute for her nagging... X: ). &lt;em&gt;Oooops&lt;/em&gt;. Did I say something wrong? (: Hey, it's absolutely NOT because I'm a lazy girl or because I simply refuse to do my homework! - I am just, T-I-R-E-D, okaaaay? T_T.. Yayayayaya, next thing you know, my mom will say " &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaaa.....&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEEERRRYDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU TIRED ONE LAAHH!!@#^ ):&lt; ".... And I was thinking, how do you even know when you don't see me everyday? HAHA! Well, I think she says that because she just loooooves saying that sentence, maybe she just has very limited ways of arguing with her daughter... Owell, that's my mom for sure, I understand her pretty well, I know she loves attention.... Sssshhh. (^^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, Physics &gt; POA &gt; D&amp;amp;T &gt; RECESS!!!!! &gt; Chem &gt; History &gt; LUNCH BREAK!!!!!! &gt; Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. After school had oral examinations, both languages, english and chinese. The both timings crashed luh, the school's system is so corrupted so everyone was blur loh... What is this?!?!? So after my chinese oral, it was raining very heavily.. T-Tp Luckily dardar bought an umbrella. \(^0^)/ So wasn't as wet as I had imagined to be. ^^ Awwwww~ HEEHEEEZ &lt;333!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayxsz,&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post pictures already. T_T&lt;br /&gt;++++ Peanut phone spoilt. ZzzzzzzzzZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!! ):&lt; ):&lt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8682895854944581098?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8682895854944581098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/hbl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8682895854944581098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8682895854944581098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/hbl.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6397495854234717265</id><published>2010-03-28T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:36:48.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see you stalking like a predator</title><content type='html'>Heheheee. Meh. I need to refresh my memory before blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, *Flashback, Flashback*.. On dar's and bryan's birthday, of course there must be saboing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron &amp;amp; I bought flour from the mama shop right after school. *Note: 3 packets of flour. Sheesh, it's a long story luh. Well, waited for Mr Er to finish his oral examinations at the canteen. Uhhh, a lot of people were there, can't really remember, sorry if I missed out! X: Aron, Amelia, Jeremy, HuiMin, Tiffany, 2 of the triplets( I still can't differentiate which is which) and I sabo-ed Bryan. Well, wasn't really a success, at least Bryan got wet from head to toe with flour all over. He was running all over the school, from the canteen to the d&amp;amp;t block... I think he got to the second floor and back to the volleyball court area... and behind ms goh's homeroom. It was raining heavily and Bryan was in the rain so were we, cos we had to catch him, regardless. Well... for the fun of it. /: Unfortunately at that time, We were outside Ms Goh's homeroom and she was still having classes... So she saw the saboing and all. She went out of her class and I spotted her right away and immediately alerted the rest but... they were having too much fun. /: I went to wash up and all cos I had flour all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I heard that the rest, except the 2 of the triplets were punished by miss goh. They had to stand outside the staff room for 3 hours till ms goh came back and had to do 60 jumping jacks. She's probably satisfied with all that punishment I hope. I wasn't caught? /: Funny thing is that no one named me out. Wow... Anyway, we had 2 packets of flour left. Don't know how it both landed up in WeiJian's and his friend's hands. Last thing I saw before I went up the bus with dar was that they were playing with flour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About saboing and all.. Yeah true I can be lucky sometimes with people I can trust but looks like some people ought to be kept away from to avoid trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are like lions in wait to pin their prey on the ground. They look for opportunity to attack or to strike at it's prey when it's possible. Even a lion cub can bite... In fact, it'll eventually grow up and become a lion afterall. How I wished lions aren't the king of the jungle. Where's the hunter when you need him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6397495854234717265?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6397495854234717265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-see-you-stalking-like-predator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6397495854234717265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6397495854234717265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-see-you-stalking-like-predator.html' title='I can see you stalking like a predator'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3187202163959673990</id><published>2010-03-25T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:47:04.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday dardar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥♥♥ ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;May today be filled with sunshine and smiles, laughter and love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; also, Happy birthday bryanERRRR! (^^)&lt;br /&gt;You shall not be sick today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to give this blog a lil bit of life? Idon't know where to start. O:&lt;br /&gt;Uh, it's the same thing that I do everyday. /: I don't see a point to blog? O: O: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was a 1 week school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;From day 1 to 4, I've been in band camp.&lt;br /&gt;On day 5, I wasted more that half the day pigging.&lt;br /&gt;Then, day 6 was spent for a whole day at school for band practice.&lt;br /&gt;The last day was the second day of break for the band members, managed to complete only POA and Social Studies holiday homework with the limited time I have. After that went to Jurong and came back around 12.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, a school day... Was really sleepy. Had band practice at NTU, missed thirty minutes of history and a full maths lesson.. it was raining heavily for really long..&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, band rehearsal at the Singapore Indoor Stadium. Cold.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday........ Zzzzzz ...... I should turn in now, bye. bye. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3187202163959673990?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3187202163959673990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-dardar-may-today-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3187202163959673990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3187202163959673990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-dardar-may-today-be.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2501888456551914520</id><published>2010-03-11T20:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:43:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallowed into history</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tortured by the past, trapped by the past, living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if there where a way out, then..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is about to pass by so naturally. Sad to say that my appeal to MTL B was turned down. Danggggg...  I seriously can't cope with the many, or rather, MUCH profound chinese characters existing right now here in planet Earth. It's just that lady luck on was on my side last year that I could pass my mother tongue exam, not because I'm fine or whatsoever. Hmph. What a bore. Unfortunately, there's no way out for me. I'm unwillingly stucked with Chinese. ): Well, looks like I'll just have to do the best I can then. (: Firstly, I need a chinese-english dictionary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know my blog is dead. I just lost my interest in blogging.. ^^ Unlike last year? In fact, I'm busy like a bee. I have an annoyingly tight schedule and I don't have much free time on my hands. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Each and every failure gives me the strength to move on and work harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2501888456551914520?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2501888456551914520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/swallowed-into-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2501888456551914520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2501888456551914520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/03/swallowed-into-history.html' title='Swallowed into history'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4954677933668141410</id><published>2010-02-12T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:42:19.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much has occurred since my last update.&lt;br /&gt;Are troubles really inevitable? Is it fate or what?&lt;br /&gt;I guess people are more likely to make a stereotype of others and regard them as something far from what these people actually are.. Real far from who they are. It's frustrating to be judged by others based on first impression or whatsoever.. Sucks. Feels as though your life is the worst of the worst of the worstworst, totally unfair..... But it can't be helped. Today left me jaded and depressed.. I don't know why but I feel as though that the grass is much greener at the other end as far as I can see...... I feel so weak and pathetic like I don't have the strength to stand tall after falling anymore. It's not just one, but MANY problems I'm facing right now.. I need a miracle. Do you believe in miracles? /:  Please... I'm not a machine, not a robot with no emotions, I'm not a genius, I'm not as smart as you'd think I'll be.. I'm not living a life of bliss, I'm having a hard life and lastly, I'm not perfect, like you are, we're both imperfect, as much as I can't expect you to understand me throughly, I can't understand the perfect way to satisfy you all. I'm sorry I'm so forgetful, I'm sorry I'm not focusing, I'm sorry I don't have all the time in the world, I'm sorry I chose this instead of that, I'm sorry I'm not reponsible enough, I'm sorry I'm so clueless to my surroundings, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for troubling you all, sorry... sorry....... I'm not perfect. So much more to apologise to people around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not looking forward to Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone. For the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4954677933668141410?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4954677933668141410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-much-has-occurred-since-my-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4954677933668141410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4954677933668141410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-much-has-occurred-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6691622469527695366</id><published>2010-02-07T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:03:58.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain this conspiracy against me</title><content type='html'>Heyheyhey! (: I guess it's time so give my blog some life.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. : How long has it been since my last update? Approximately 26 days I suppose. :D&lt;br /&gt;So far my life has been dull luh, that's why I felt that it's pointless to update. X: What to do? Right now, it's like school, school, band, school, school, school, band, band... And everyday I talk, I laugh, talk, talk, laugh, smile otherwise I'd be bored.. Moodless.. Annoyed.. Yadadadada.. And so the list goes on. YOU SEE? I IS REALLY DE BOH WEI GONG TTM ALREADY. There is nothing to blog about!!!!!!!! O: O: ):&lt; Unless I'll be super long winded luh.. Something like.. Today I opened my eyes, blinked 3 times before getting outta bed. As I took my first step by foot of the day I then continued my second.. then third.. followed by fourth and the fifth... sixth... seventh.... _____th step and finally I reached the toilet. At the toilet, I then pulled down my pants to do my business and since I know this is none of your concern I shall stop this nonsensicle way of blogging and start blogging properly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning to go to the sec 3 camp for some personal and other reasons.. I hope my teacher would understand though.. ): I hope. Puh-leeaaaseeee, pray for me.. Thank you very much. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebye!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6691622469527695366?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6691622469527695366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/02/explain-this-conspiracy-against-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6691622469527695366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6691622469527695366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/02/explain-this-conspiracy-against-me.html' title='Explain this conspiracy against me'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3870363419891766151</id><published>2010-01-12T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:24:01.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the ninth time in the year that I went to school to study. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I got used to schooling like instantly, right from the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timings for all school days, Mondays - Fridays are like so different from last year.. ENDS SO LATE! ):&lt; Excluding Friday, cos it's standard. Like always, it ends at 12.30. In fact, it doesn't make much of a difference on that day because band practice is scheduled on Fridays. ): Urgh. I find it so hard to manage my time now that I no longer end my lessons at 1.30. Omg! I miss those days where I find myself being too free after school, gathering around as a group in the canteen, chitchatting, eating.. Yadadadada.. ): So many changes luhhh. One of the worst changes I'm facing and TRYING to adapt. Yes, my BOOKS! The books are so heavy &amp;amp; bulky now! So many things to bring luh. Even I'd give it a second thought about not bringing my books because without those books, I'm bound to miss out a looooottt of things. ): HatehateHAAATE it!!!! MY BAG IS LIKE A TURTLE SHELL LUH. SO BIG. AND HEAVY. Why don't the schools have lockerszxczxczxc?!!? Lol, nonsense luh, as if the school will be so kind as to provide us with lockers. :p .......... Okok, ignore me, I know I'm complaining a lot. Hehehheeeee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! Hmm, today is Tuesday.. o.o The best thing about today is that my bag wasn't as heavy as the day before. A normal school day. :D Oh, in the morning I got barked at, UNREASONABLY, and I was totally not happy with it. COME-ON, I know he was my secondary 1 maths teacher and he knows who I am. He assumes that I'm the same person as I was in secondary one and judges me wrongly. -.-! In fact, he misjudged me 2 years ago luh. Even on the first day of school, he hesitated to allow me to go to the toilet, he didn't trust me. He thinks I'm like some typical ahlian that will go roaming around the school compounds after giving teachers the excuse of going to the toilet. -.-!!!! OMG. Back then I urgently needed to piss to badly luh, but still, he hesitated, he asked me for my handphone, cos he thinks I'll be using my phone aferthat. BUT! I don't even have my phone with me!!!!!!!!! IT WAS IN MY BAG!!!!!! -'-(-.-)-'-(-.-)-'- (-.-)-'- ....... This is the problem of having the same teacher as you did before. It's really sickening. ZZZ! YEAR NEW? NEW START? MY FOOTTTT! This isn't even a NEW start at all luhhhh... Tsk...... It's just too unfortunate that I'm being judged from previous records..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, I found myself a lil ill, so I slept and when I woke up, my throat was burning and I had a slight fever. Second day of school, I had a bad flu, used like 5 packets of tissue and they were supplies from friends around me.. Ehehehe, I feel bad. X: BUT, third day of school, my flu didn't heal, so same thing.. Kind people were giving me their packets of tissue paper.. And up till now, the flu is still a nuisance, it still hasn't healed yet! Today when I was running my four rounds in the field, it was so hard to breathe in air luh, IT FELT SO UNCOMFORTABLE.... ~!@# And I'm a failure at gymnastics! D': BOOHOOHOOOOO!!! I'm not flexible, you see? Well, but that won't make me loose my enthusiasm. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, CCA carnival was on Saturday. O: Had to reach school by 6.15, so yeah, was in time. Performperformperform and it was total highness when it was the drumline performance. Hohohoho! ^^ Ohoh.. And I'm pretty sad that some secondary ones ran away upon my approach. D: Tsk. What an insult! HAHAHA! I don't bite. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, it felt so weird today. As in, after my class, it was already 3.30+ ? The band members were sectional-ing. As I walked past them, knowing that I'm not supposed to go for band on tuesdays, as I walked out of the school gate while listening to all the musical instruments being played by individuals, IT FELT SO AWKWARDDD!!! Mmmmm, something I have to get used to. O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3870363419891766151?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3870363419891766151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-ninth-time-in-year-that-i-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3870363419891766151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3870363419891766151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-ninth-time-in-year-that-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7415050691952359595</id><published>2010-01-03T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:54:58.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you wait and see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 2010's New Year Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll show my dad that I'm better off without him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7415050691952359595?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7415050691952359595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010s-new-year-resolution-ill-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7415050691952359595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7415050691952359595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010s-new-year-resolution-ill-show.html' title='Just you wait and see.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6242834845664859561</id><published>2010-01-03T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:34:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Day.</title><content type='html'>Homagawwwdddd. School. Is. Re. Opening. To. Mor. Row. AndI'mNotMentallyPreparedAtAll. ):&lt;br /&gt;*Shudders..* Like after so long, I'm finally gonna hold a pen, open a book, sit in a classroom with a teacher in front, wear my school uniform, go for assembly in the morning.. So, this goes on and on and I'm gonna experience it, TOMORROOOOWWWWW. Hm, I kinda miss going to school for lessons though.. In fact I've forgotten how it goes. All I know is that sweet food keeps me alive in classes. Owell.... Heeheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I bet it's gonna be different, because I'm not living with my parent nor sister anymore. I'm living with my aunt, grandma and grandpa instead. Hmmm, of course the environment and facilities in my own house is better than my current home but the atmosphere isn't. Anyway, things aren't really going smoothly and perfectly for me in my life right now, I feel lost and lonely, like in a world of my own.. I also feel picked on, used and too highly expected of. Sometimes I wished I could find the right person to speak to. I told Ebi but he wasn't the right one, he just makes me feel worst by blaming himself. -_- So I decided that I should keep my lips sealed and not speak to him about anything troubling me.. X: Well, this doesn't mean I'm hiding anything from him okay?! After some time, I've finally realised,'what's the point' ? I've finally woken up and realised that all this time, I've been dreaming too much and hoping for the impossiblities. Even my efforts are put to waste - no one recognised.. When I rearranged my priorities, clearing off the impossible dreams aside/forgetting them and work towards new goals, that's when they thought I was changing for the worst... becoming a different person that I wasn't before, she saw me as 'problematic', sticking out from the rest and said I wasn't putting in enough effort and I had a wasted potential. No, she did not understand me she isn't the understanding sort.... She asked me 'when are you going to wake up?'... I couldn't answer her. The truth is, I've already woken up, and I see that everything is pointless, I gained nothing... I couldn't tell. I'm not as blur as what she said I was, I just needed time to reach perfection, but no, she said I wasn't putting in enough effort. No, you're wrong. I believe it takes interest to be able to do something well, in the first place, I was moved unwillingly just because I had a different background from the rest but I didn't have a choice. Now you see why? I was forced. But it doesn't matter, I got over that issue, everything was fine at first, I did all fine. And then... The unhappiness began. It was a different piece of paper I had to look at and my hands had to move more on the different blocks of wood I had to tap on from before.. It was difficult to find the right time to fit in with the rest and needed countless attempts to be correct. I wanted to give it a try. But one day, I was stopped because my previous responsibility that was given to another couldn't continue like how it was supposed to be. I got shot at. I wasn't given the change to explain. But seems like those people don't understand me, or perhaps they've expect too much from me. I'm not that strong you know? I'm a human just like you are, I've feelings. It's too pressurizing that I feel as though I can break down right away. Please, make things change, but I know you don't understand what I'm trying to say. And even if so, what can you do? &lt;em&gt;Unless you're one of the people contributing to this unhappiness&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's says she wants to speak to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6242834845664859561?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6242834845664859561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6242834845664859561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6242834845664859561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-day.html' title='School Day.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2914946264875195133</id><published>2010-01-01T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:18:34.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, a new start</title><content type='html'>Back from the 4 day 3 night band camp. (: &lt;br /&gt;No more sleeping in sleeping bags on the hard ground. No more bathing in cold water. No more being woken up by a bass drum, though throughout the 3 nights I woke myself up, it shocked/irritated me. Overall, it was a band camp you can expect, except that it was a lil different this time because I'm no longer with the band, marching from formations to formations. It's like a feeling of being left out somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've always thought that being in pit percussion section was chicken feat until I experienced it myself. One of the many problems that's really frustrating is to move the instruments around.. Ahmad has already moved over to marching percussion so there're only 2 guys and 5 girls left, plus Carmel who was helping out a whole lot. Thanks. (: Whenever we had to move up or down the staircase, we definitely needed help cos we were too weak and can't do without those helpers. I find it really nice of those really kind people that bothered to help us even though they're not from our section. Sigh. I can't stand up while carrying the xylophone, not to mention the marimba.. Carmel and I were trying to be independent but it shows, we can't. Basically, we were trying to carry the marimba down to the first floor, we managed to lift it up but..... it slanted to the right and soon, it toppled down..... ): Luckily nothing's wrong with it after that incident. I'm still not used to standing so long while playing the instrument. After some time, my heels will feel as though it were burning up and it hurts. I'll hope I'll get used to it soon. The sun, yes, we still have to face the sun, it's the same. I'm a lil tanner than usual now, I don't mind but the tanning is uneven. O-O HAHAHAHA! Owell.. I don't expect much anyway.. (: Oh, yes, the angklung people joined us during the camp for lesser than a day and... they're reallyreally friendly, three girls especially, Amanda and Liana(?) and Shab..(?). Uhoh, I forgotten the third girl's name, but I remember her telling me that I should remember her name by 'Shabby', hahahaha, they disturb me like crazy in the fun way. (: They learn really quickly and refuse to give up. Right now, they're one of the reasons that I'm happy being in pit percussion.  I can't wait until the next time we can play our instruments with them again, the following Thursday? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, as it was the 31st of December that the band camp ended, 1st January was right after that day, so yeah, even though I was already worn out, regardless, I still had to go for countdown because I was already looking forward to it from so long.Went home, and got ready to go out. Ebi was waiting so long for me, he said he gave me up to 8, that's why. X: Had dinner at mac and went to marina bay for countdown after that. (: We were like camping at one corner... HAHAHAHA. Eventually, the clock striked twelve and there I was with Ebi right beside me, admiring the fireworks display, surrounded by bangladeshees, everywhere. Wow. *Cough. Coconut oil? Okay, though there was this stupid tree in front of me, blocking the fireworks, I could still see most of the whole display, it was beautiful, but that wasn't the thing... (: After it all ended, went into the MRT and it was FLOODED with people. Omg. Most of them were... -_-. It was damn stuffy and smelly. Finally we got into the train and I dozed off, Ebi couldn't due to some reasons. :p So yeah, Ebi sent me home. The end. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2914946264875195133?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2914946264875195133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-from-4-day-3-night-band-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2914946264875195133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2914946264875195133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-from-4-day-3-night-band-camp.html' title='A new year, a new start'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2097541438241413149</id><published>2009-12-26T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:21:51.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellohellohello. My last blog update was on the 15th December? Approximately 11 days and I'm finally back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been fine? :D&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a day out with Ebi. (E-B....... X: ). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was spent with my sister, from Bugis &gt; Pasir Ris &gt; Tampines &gt; Pasir Ris (again, -.- ) &gt; Parkway Parade. Owell, Tuesday was mainly about spending money.. You don't have to guess - Yes, I'm broke. ): Money makes the world go round? My world isn't round now...!!!! -_- It's a pity that I can't earn money, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A JOBBBB! RAHHH!! Meh, I've got no time~ Why? Because of my aweeesomly busybusylikeayebee schedule.. ZzzzzZzzzzz~ Hmmm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Wed-nes-day.... O: Lemme think... Oh! There was band. I seriously felt like I came for nothing! HAHA! First, fall in, fall out, combined marching, section marching, sectional music (Warm-up nia.) .... Ydadadadada... Stoned while the band combined in the parade sq. becaaaause I've already transferred over to the pit percussion section and we were intructed to leave our instruments at the sectional area, so boh bian. ): Sian-ed for quite a while. After that, kept instruments and the end of Wednesday's optional band practice. Oh, nooooooO~ It didn't exactly ended cos Miss Joyce Goh wanted to speak to me so yeah, chitchatted and I found out why suddenly my mentality changed.. Owell... I prefer not to voice it out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; went to Sentosa with clique. PICNIC! Kk,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my bed was my stoning ground. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, went out with Ebi again. :D Oh, I meant, TODAY I went out with Ebi. :D Basically, went to deliver my sister's christmas present to my house. ( This sounds weird.. ) :p Bused to Jurong and MRTed to Tamp. Lunched at Long John. Ate a chocolate cream and had some sorta food poisoning. Can die. Sigh. -_-" SCREWWWWW!!! ): 2 trips to the ladies, ALSO CAN DIE! OHMYHOLYMAAADER! THE F*KING QUEUE WAS BLLAAARDY LONG THAT I HAD TO GO 2 FLOORS DOWN TO PAY A VISIT TO THE GODD*MNED TOIIILET. COULD HAVE JUST VOMITTED ON THE GROUND! So, suffer, suffer, suffered and tada! Finally I got a toilet bowl infront of me! THough, in the end I still had to queue. -.- Zzzz. HATEHATEHATEEEE! Basically, I camped in the toilet cos my stomach was annoying stubborn. But in the end, I became a merlion! Except that I don't have water coming outta my mouth. Only vomit. So happily, Ebi called me.. He was about to get medicine? But noooo, I was already fine.. And so I thought. Went to T1, sickening stomach started to give me pain again, MUST BE SOMEONE CURSE ME! ):&lt; Nah, nonsense. Ebi bought some black charcoal tablets and I ate it. He also sang to me some random songs and his voice can revive the dead. :D POWER! It can even cure my tummy. X: So I listened to his 'wonderful' singing for about 1 and a half hour.... -_- The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love horror movies... Heheheh~ I is not aye sadist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2097541438241413149?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2097541438241413149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellohellohello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2097541438241413149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2097541438241413149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellohellohello.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5495591933746542311</id><published>2009-12-15T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:13:22.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is my enemy</title><content type='html'>Hehehe, suddenly I remember that after the YOG performance on 8th December, I met that primary school mate of mine in bedok interchange, giving out flyers. Hahhaa, it's Peishin. She seems the same from how she was before. I was blog hopping just now and I so happened to go into her blog and read her December 8th post. LOL. I miss her too luh. Too bad, we've somehow already lost contact. In fact I've lost contact with all of my primary school mates and moved on in life. I remember it was still in Secondary one that we still interact.. Owell.. I still remember the clique called the &lt;em&gt;MFC&lt;/em&gt;. It's amazing how friends come and go, just like that. It still happens, even &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.. It's a shame - A period in our lives we were so close and as time passes, &lt;em&gt;we're almost strangers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your lives starts with goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5495591933746542311?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5495591933746542311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-is-my-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5495591933746542311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5495591933746542311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-is-my-enemy.html' title='Time is my enemy'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-948005851632239852</id><published>2009-12-05T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:21:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow will be another day.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a full dress rehersal for the YOG performance for the band. It was great that my mouthpiece didn't drop out again.. Because I pushed the whole thing in and it sounds really sharp. X: Wellllll, you'd rather sound sharp than to let the mouthpiece fly again, right? At least I play to myself whenever we have to perform and I suppose people don't find me sticking out. It's a choice made without a choice anyway.. Sigh /: Well, worn out and hungry after the whole rehersal and so napped in the bus on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at school, there was some checking of uniforms and after that we could go for lunch for an hour which wasn't enough at all. It's because the band store was locked and it took so long for it to be opened, we still had to change back into our pe attire which also took time. Well luckily the break was extended and it was good enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I only remember when it combined. Well, I've always liked to combine the best. (: Played outdoor songs and the phantom of the opera which was really enjoyable. (: Normally I'll play it for fun but finally they're playing it for the next orientation day. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in a very &lt;em&gt;plastered&lt;/em&gt; state now thanks to the wounds all over. Why? Because I literally fell down together with my bike today at ECP. Hehehehe... x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finefine, fine day today.....But then it drizzled... then it rained... Rained even heavier... And it was all, ..while we were cycling. Owell, I see the good and bad side afterall but at least the good things outnumbered the bad. (: Shall list down the bad side : 1) Cold. 2) Very cold. 3) Superduper cold. :p Yes, also drenched from head to toe.. It was really cold back then, anyone would've felt so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there was a shelter, which we stopped at for awhile but then continued cycling shortly after. Then it happened. I lost focus, lost balance, fell down and wasted a lot of my blood. )': I didn't actually bother about my wounds except for the ones on my fingers.. I was really worried about the blood clot on my index finger cos I really couldn't move my finger at that time. Luckily it's fine now.. Thank goodness, I'll still be able to play the piano and flute. Hahaha. Well, my hands and face always has it's prioties. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar helped to plaster my wounds for me and fixed my bike which also has it's own "&lt;em&gt;injuries&lt;/em&gt;" and so we overshot the given time to return the bikes however there wasn't any penalties or whatsoever given because the guy with the receipt didn't actually checked it properly. It was his own loss while we just went off like nothing happened, haha. &lt;em&gt;Guilt-less, Shhhhh...&lt;/em&gt; X: Well, I'm expecting no karma because firstly it was raining and secondly it was a lot of time wastage after I fell down, so yeah... (: Afterthat, we got overselves dirty with saltwater and sand all over. Reeeaaal uncomfortable. x_x Walkedwalkedwalked, something happened at 7 eleven, I remember.. X: Yadadada~ bused back &gt; Can freeze to death in the aircon &gt; Reached home &gt; Showered. (Suddenly I appreciate warm water. :p ). And so whatever that happened, happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Tomorrow will be another day, just like always. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-948005851632239852?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/948005851632239852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-will-be-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/948005851632239852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/948005851632239852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-will-be-another-day.html' title='Tomorrow will be another day.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4678986449760217079</id><published>2009-12-04T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:24:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I think about it, my life's actually very messed up..&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a family who cares. I seriously envy those out there who has a decent and loving family which I don't. I feel so miserable whenever I compare myself with others which I know I shouldn't 'cos I know they're still people out there who's lives are also hard on them.. But then again, it's the majority, the people around me who's led me to this pondering state. Sigh. I wished I was in the other's shoes. Well, if only... If only that happens.. A life of bliss - Is it that difficult to fulfill? Or more likely, it's.. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;; I've never dared dreamed about returning back home..&lt;/em&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/1450868951804413806-4678986449760217079?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4678986449760217079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/pathetique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4678986449760217079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4678986449760217079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/pathetique.html' title='Pathetique'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2362424584794098041</id><published>2009-12-02T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:22:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my star.</title><content type='html'>It's been the same thing, like how it always was - Band, band, band, band... It's now left with the YOG but afterthat, we'll soon practice for outdoor. It's like a train that never fails to keep on moving forward.. But, since I'm already here, I'll keep on persevering. Guess I also need more &lt;em&gt;fuel&lt;/em&gt; to continue this way.. But then again, there're so many challenges, no, obstacles. So much complicating unhappines that I cannot reveal, thus, trying to hide.. But I feel one day I might just break down, after experiencing how unfair life is.. Sometimes I really just feel like giving up, but it's always because of the times I've failed that makes me stronger and things I've learnt that made me what I am today that keeps me going on and on. And at the end of all this, even if nothing comes out of it, I know I've already tried and did my best.... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I've lost my only clique. We're no longer as close. It seems like as though we've already went on to our individual seperate paths.. Perhaps they've already found much better people, like tossing aside the old ragged dolls and playing with/moving on to the more mordern toys that they have now. Owell, friends come and go, you see? It's never friends forever... not that I'm trying to be pessimistic or whatsoever but it's true. Reason being one: They're willing to give up older friends for ones that they've just got to know later in their lives. Kinda not worth it but if that's so then so be it.. I've got no way or another to stop you. Goodluck in achieving what you want in the future then, frankly we do not need each other to survive anyway. Well, at least we're ... &lt;em&gt;normal friends.&lt;/em&gt; I know it'd be awkward to be like we were before.. after so much that happened because of some &lt;em&gt;intruding&lt;/em&gt;. So let's just forget about it and let the past be just a part of our memories.. Our friendship story can end this way if it were written in a book " It was _ that let their paths crossed and it was also _ that seperated them. " A miserable ending, what a pity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YOG's performance.. I can say it changed a lot from the very first time is was done. And I hate the fight club now. It's seriously heartbrokening to see my MOUTHPIECE fly outta it's place and hit the ground really hard whenever i do it....................... T___T Question is, how the hell did it come out anyway.. Gosh. Normally people have to put grease to make their instruments be smoother and easier to take out but I don't even use it! I don't understand why whatever and whichever instrument I play for a long time will become smooth... -_- Maybe saliva, sigh~ Hope it doesn't happens again though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;; It's &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;. Happy 2nd 4th monthsary!&lt;br /&gt;Today's day 519 and it also means it's the 55th where it all changed for the&lt;br /&gt;better. I've never believed in forever, but whether you'll be able show me that&lt;br /&gt;it really exists.. maybe, something something closer to forever at least.. - No&lt;br /&gt;one knows. Well, I do hope you really meant what you said though. Dar, I love&lt;br /&gt;you, wholeheartedly. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2362424584794098041?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2362424584794098041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-found-my-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2362424584794098041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2362424584794098041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-found-my-star.html' title='I found my star.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2310689676121149513</id><published>2009-11-30T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:05:03.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You make mistakes too, right?&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're human, you don't, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back  from the 2 days 1 night desaru trip with the band yesterday. It was a short trip after all, so yeah, only brought my necessities along with me. Well, it was... better last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one : Forced myself to get outta bed at 4 but couldn't. So yeah, dar's morning call woke me up again. Dragged my left leg first, followed by my right, and the left again.. right.. left....... and right.. left.. Washed up.... yadablahblahblah and left home. Some things unexpectedly happened after I met dar. Well, somehow it ended up that my aunt fetched dar and I to school by car. Reached the school gates. Some of the band members were already there, waiting for the gates to be opened - Eventually, it did. All went to the canteen, sat down in groups. And that was how I got stuck with my group members till the trip ended. &lt;em&gt;The end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2310689676121149513?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2310689676121149513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-mistakes-too-right-unless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2310689676121149513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2310689676121149513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-mistakes-too-right-unless.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-753296107782404599</id><published>2009-11-26T19:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:05:33.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>I'd like things to remain like this forever and ever and ever...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it's the holidays, the band practices are still as usual. (: Dar fetches me to go to school together early in morning. (: And so when we reach school the band will fall in at the appropriate time. Sectional marching/music, combine, YOG... Yadadadada, all that and it' be lunchbreak. It'd be a difficult decision on where or what to eat for my section mates and I. Well, the food's limited.. that's why... O: After eating, I find that time will fly, thus the band practice will eventually end. Fall out, and return home for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr, it's like this everyday if it's a band day. (: So yeah, today was different. Supposingly there was YOG practice but afterthat it was cancelled? Thank goodness, I was already planning to go to the ACSI concert a long time ago for my cousin who is performing's sake. So yeah, went with dardar to bedok inter to meet up with the rest of the people in band who's going for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedok inter &gt; Dover &gt; ACSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went into the auditorium at ACSI that has a very weird name. And as usual, I'm fascinated by the size and environment of the school. Ping Yi which is peanuts compared to the school... Sigh. So yeah, their music was as good as ever. I enjoyed a few pieces. And more or less, after an hour later, the concert ended and from Dover we went over to Boon Lay at Jurong Point. Ate at BK there. Went back to Bedok inter afterthat by MRT. Dar. . . . . because I said too much. ): So when we reacher inter, seperated ways, dar sent me home and day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have to decide.&lt;br /&gt;A path yet unknown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joselyn: relink &gt; loves-ickness.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relinked le. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyi: hi deary! its been a really long time since we've chatted huh? really hope to see you again asap! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heyhey! (: It's been looooong since we last met! I'll really hope to see you some day... ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCYT.♥: LOL TOUCH SOUNDS WRONG LOL ! ^^ TAGGED !&lt;br /&gt;BCYT.♥: CHARLOTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE♥ ! Bjorn here to tag you WKAAKAKAK A ! LONG TIME NO TALK/SEE/TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahahahaha, long time no seeeee! :D I think I have a higher chance of meeting you cos you live near me? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryannnnnn.: opps? about the fan. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay! Stuuupid. &gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mendel: ヾ(^ ▽ ^) tagged mei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankyou kor! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, ameliaaaa (; .: Charlotte! link me^^ . tyvm :D. &lt;a href="http://www.ameliaaaai-nsanity.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ameliaaaai-nsanity.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linked you already. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: &gt;:(((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: B!TCHYW!TCHY!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: *****ywitchy &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHUDDUP! ):&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCJ from MBS: Ping yi sec is in Chai Chee Road and the flats there have a lot of cats Bye&lt;br /&gt;TCJ from MBS: And I can see Ping yi sec from my extra room everyday too LOL&lt;br /&gt;TCJ from MBS: BTY I live just beside ping Yi sec nso if u c me, it;s normal&lt;br /&gt;TCJ from MBS: Hi I closed my blog. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhhhh, you're reallyreally random yknow? ._. You're chuanjie right?.. x_x So you're telling me to unlink you or something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-753296107782404599?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/753296107782404599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/753296107782404599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/753296107782404599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-wish-upon-star.html' title='If I could wish upon a star'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5469888465446536658</id><published>2009-11-19T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:05:25.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ey-hey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences between school days and the holidays are not much. :P Well, it's now that we don't have to study and listen to teachers at school but we still have to go to school. Hahahahaha, it's been band, band, band, and band almost everyday! I haven't been spending time with JBJ anymore. (o.o) Even after band I hardly get to go out with them/ eat with them/ talk/ crap with them cos I've been going straight home these days.. (._.) Either my aunt picks me up from school and drives me home afterthat or I have to make it back home for dinner.. I wonder if they still go out together.. (?) Somehow and somewhat my life's been much different than before, now that I live with different people, even things are different now. Frankly, I feel much happier than before though I feel very lonely at home. At least I've gone back to gaming to keep me busy. (: My mom and sister still keeps in contact with me. Hahaha, Charmaine has been asking me to go with her for rebonding but I'm never free. :P Too bad, perhaps another day? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, went out with Bryan and Adrian to buy the materials for the fan.. Tsk. So we were sharing materials.. And we were going off to different places.. Well, they insisted on taking the materials so yeah, passed them my fan and all the other stuff. And the next day, my fan came back to me, BROKEN. ):&lt; It really pissed me off. In the end I couldn't do it anymore, was really frustrating. Tsk. I swear I'm never gonna share materials or leave things in other's care anymore. Well, at least on Tuesday I had an awesome piano lesson! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! Off to school again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5469888465446536658?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5469888465446536658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/ey-hey-differences-between-school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5469888465446536658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5469888465446536658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/ey-hey-differences-between-school-days.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6580964894074819266</id><published>2009-11-15T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:31:41.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello-Hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is AWESOME! It feels as though I haven't been myself for sooo long!!!! :D :D HAHA! Must've been because of the previous few days which were so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;band&lt;/strong&gt;-i-fied&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm. I feel so relieved that the fancy drill's over though my section scored 63% (bronze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;1) Truthfully, the truth : " Not good enough. "&lt;br /&gt;2) To make myself feel better : " See from the top nicer luh! ):&lt; " &lt;br /&gt;3) To motivate myself : " There is still the basic drill! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T It was gold last yearrrr..... /: Tsk. TSK. TSKKKK. Aww.. It's over anyway. Butbutbut. Seriously! IF there's still a basic drill comp, I have high hopes for it. (: (: Heh heh heh. Yes.. yes.. I know I'm just pleasing myself.. HAR-HAR-HAR! &gt;;D ... (-.-)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was called zee Sar-ter-day shopping spree and today's called zee Sunny-day shopping spree.. Eh? It was actually drizzling a lil today. X: Anyway, together, zee Sar-ter-day shopping spree arnd zee Sunny-day shopping spree equals AYE MASSIVE SHOPPING SPREE!!! UWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!~&lt;3333 WHOOO!! I'M EXTREMELY SATISFIED AFTER SPENDING SO MUCH MONEY ON MY THINGS! :D I loveeee this feeling, don't ask me why. Heehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another bandified day tomorrow! G'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6580964894074819266?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6580964894074819266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hello-d-this-weekend-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6580964894074819266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6580964894074819266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hello-d-this-weekend-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4339112163658526783</id><published>2009-11-13T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:05:51.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>It's been so busy. This week's been occupied by things relating band.. Like the drill practices that were almost filling up my whole daily schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that something's wrong. Wait, no. Maybe I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. Everyone does. Well, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4339112163658526783?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4339112163658526783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4339112163658526783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4339112163658526783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4313654727725678397</id><published>2009-11-05T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:37:41.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling</title><content type='html'>I was lying on my bed early in the morning today, thinking about all that happened previously in my life and I realized that I have to make a lot of decisions. Lately, it's been 'this or that' or 'that or this' and it's an indecisive battle between the two, which is absolutely pressurizing. Urgh. Don't bother my rants.. Besides, I've already made up my mind, since I've never meant much before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are already out - Class 302..&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a lil' bit of mixed feelings, more of being upset. Sigh, Linda's in 301.. Owell.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4313654727725678397?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4313654727725678397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4313654727725678397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4313654727725678397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-falling.html' title='I&apos;m falling'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6340896073483793100</id><published>2009-11-02T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:42:51.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 491 : Constant as the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd 4th monthsary! :D I love you as much as always. &lt;3 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the year end &lt;em&gt;H-O-L-I-D-A-Y-S&lt;/em&gt; and I'm feeling kinda high!&lt;br /&gt;Whooooopeee! Approximately 2 months of break from school. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo freeeee! No, TOO FREE in fact - Too much of a good thing is.. BAD? D:&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, whatever. I've got a feeling this time, the holidays are gonna be better than before. COS, I'm not at home. Uwahahhahaha! MmmmMm? One of the good things about being at my 2nd home? - I have my aunt. :D And she waaaay better than my sister who's got no life and always stuck to the computer, &lt;em&gt;AUDI&lt;/em&gt;-ING. Worst still, she neeeveer wants to go out with me. ):&lt; Screw her.. She's always leaving me bored at home with nothing to do, butbutbut, it's a different thing now, I'm living a new life! :D Yeah, somehow. There's my aunt to discipline me now and, I've got 'curfews' now. Not exactly aye curfew but I said so cos whenever I reach home late, my grandma will make a hell lot of noise and I don't like it. So! To prevent her from screeching and nagging, I've decided to come home early after school/band. - before the sky is totally dark? Urgh, it depends luh. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at my 2nd home, it's a NO to skip meals. T____T&lt;br /&gt;I sleep also they wake me up to eat. Hmph. Well, they've already said it : Their aim for me is to get to 45kg.. It'd be a miracle if that happens. O: Cos I'm only 38.. Wait. It could be possible! Cos after staying here for about 16 days and I've gained 2kg. They're stuffing me with food like a christmas turkey for dinner? X: Hahaha, they won't eat me like how the turkey will end up. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to 1st home! My dad is off to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6340896073483793100?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6340896073483793100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-491-constant-as-stars-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6340896073483793100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6340896073483793100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-491-constant-as-stars-above.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5845857050917759734</id><published>2009-10-29T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:54:12.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been quite long since I last updated? Quite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my life with a whole new atmosphere that I have to get used to - A new home, a second home. I haven't been home since the 18th October. Frankly, I feel kinda sad.. However depressed is not gonna be written all over my face. I, am still going to live my life. I've been thinking about it for some time - To go back home or not to. I'm afraid that the same thing would happen between my... father and I if I do. The things I have now is limited, but I guess I'm happy and contented though. Sigh. At least. But I feel so lonely.. somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellwellwell, set the unhappiness aside! (:&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna be over, holidays are coming. YAYEEEE! :D ( Though I know the holidays isn't really gonna be a holiday. ) Hehehehe. Even the report books are out and I'm.... not really satisfied with my results but I'll do better next year. :D Ohohohoh! My theory exam falls on this Saturday! O.O All the best to me? Hmm? Another exam? ToTv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lesson's gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahas, ciaosss. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5845857050917759734?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5845857050917759734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-quite-long-since-i-last_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5845857050917759734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5845857050917759734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-quite-long-since-i-last_29.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2948452423274119414</id><published>2009-10-18T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:16:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's currently 3 in the morning and I can't fall asleep. I've been battling, tossing and turning in bed for hours but still no triggered response of complete relaxation - My eyes are still wide opened. Urgh. And so I thought a lil' computing would do the job. Well.. Here I am once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say it's been one hell of a hectic day before today's.&lt;br /&gt;It started off with my eyes glued to the computer screen thanks to the extremely idiotic blogskin which I gave up editing soon after I received a call from my aunt. I knew right away it was gonna be a beneficial day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-ed &gt; Wasted time &gt; 2nd round of lunch &gt; Went shopping @ Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis says I'm a glutton.. whatever you think. (: Anyway, I still can't believe Gabriel came over to my place to meet/speak to my mom. He say's my mom looks like a witch? It must've been scary back then? Heheh. Such a pity, my sis and gabriel didn't have lunch with us. Aw.. We even had two lunches... ): @ Mac.. Ahh. Macdonald's is making me disgusted somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoppedshoppedshopped to burn off the extra calories and halfway through, the rest shopped without me.. Specifically.. I needed a break. Tired lurhhhhhh~ Even resting is tiring though.. X: Forgotten how things happened but I remember picking a phone for myself, without the slightest bit of being serious at all.. Poof* Back to reality : They were serious about it. And so.. I found out there was a motive behind all that goodness. Such cunning arseclowns.. They're too kind, no? Theretherethere.. I didn't had a choice at all, so yeah, I let my fingers do the running. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was so crabbified. Crabs. Crabs. Crabs. And more crabs..&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to enjoy food, I get sick of them easily, sigh. That explains? X: But I'm a glutton for only food I crave. :D UWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.13AM. O:&lt;br /&gt;I'm up for online gaming. &gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2948452423274119414?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2948452423274119414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-currently-3-in-morning-and-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2948452423274119414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2948452423274119414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-currently-3-in-morning-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1585419555623247412</id><published>2009-10-15T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:31:40.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyheyhey! Gosh, I'm actually updating after quite a while and I think I've forgotten how to blog already... /: Uhm. Like this? :D ....Like that? :D Blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending time with dardar these for the past few days and each time he's with me, he forces me to eat on purpose. -.- Anyway, didn't turn up for school today because of my.. valid reason. It's totally valid. (: Meh. So stayed at home, rotting, till dar text me that he was already below my block. I actually wanted to waste his time, making him wait even longer &gt;:D.. but my phone.. blackout. Obviously I had no choice but to go look for him. -_- But.. when I got outta my house.. I observed the numbers that indicates the storeys of the lift.. Predictable. He went up a floor higher than mine and from the staircase, I saw his head poke out.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly went for a movie - Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. how should I put it? Oh. I. paid. no. attention. to. it. Don't ask me why. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadadadada. Ate. Drank. Bused to my.. life-saving destination to get my precious slip of paper.. :D Bused back to my place and my sister wasn't home! ): Had piano lessons and dardar left. Blahblahblah, after it ended, that's how I got here, blogging. Had a great day afterall. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, I updated okay? I love youuuu!!!! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1585419555623247412?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1585419555623247412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyheyhey-gosh-im-actually-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1585419555623247412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1585419555623247412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyheyhey-gosh-im-actually-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2666591875848143708</id><published>2009-10-15T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:15:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dardar's currently having her piano lesson,so i'll be updating for her. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. i think its pointless if i were to update for her. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;well,later she better update bah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2666591875848143708?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2666591875848143708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-d-dardars-currently-having-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2666591875848143708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2666591875848143708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-d-dardars-currently-having-her.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4291518779895222686</id><published>2009-10-07T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:08:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This issue is confusing me to the utmost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how should I feel. Or probably it's just because I'm just running away from the fact that I'm disappointed, and disappointed. Am I supposed mad? or maybe, glad that I've finally discovered the ugly truth which I wasn't supposed to see? Should I or shouldn't be understanding of this matter? I'm so... clueless ; I don't know. I don't know how.. &amp;amp; it's bothering me a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. I've always thought that I shouldn't trust any of them and they proved me right. I really shouldn't. It isn't because they're liars or something worse. It's merely just because they have a mind on their own too, sometimes, they just have to tell white lies.. which hurts and hurts even more when they apologize. Apologizing won't make me feel any better but worse. In fact, I've got to thank them for the choice they've made though it's been rather a lil' too much to bear - You won't understand, you'll never understand. It may have been treated like no big of a deal but to me, it does. My closest should know how much I hate it and how much I'm against that stinky filthy piece of dirty, disgusting, moneyflying, waste of resources and AGEING piece of  white stick. I only know that when I get my hands on it, I'll find a scissors to snip out all of the filth in the stick. Ew. It's like indirectly putting those brownish lil' pieces of dirt into your mouth. ...Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for school today, thanks to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the day was during Miss gohlayna's extra lessons. This indian girl from 211 joined us and I swear that she has a unique and extremely funny laughter. First it started from a group then another.. and another.. and soon the whoooole class started laughing, TOGETHER, whenever that girl laughs. Hahahaha. I could die by laughing like that continuously in class just now. Our throats hurt a lot while laughing, there were even some that cried just by laughing. Well, did managed to cheer me a whole lot, but not for long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stalkerish or not, but,&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4291518779895222686?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4291518779895222686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-issue-is-confusing-me-to-utmost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4291518779895222686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4291518779895222686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-issue-is-confusing-me-to-utmost.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8077690248131770988</id><published>2009-10-06T19:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:42:14.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' No biggie '.</title><content type='html'>Another ranting post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived the day. Oh-wow, lucky me..!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. My appetite's deteriorating. Recently, I've been answering them ' No, I'm not hungry' and I don't see why they have to make a big fuss over it. The least they could've done is to leave me alone and stop bugging me like as if I don't need my own private space. Over and over again, I've been repeating and screaming out loud the same words and and in an understood language like some fool that's not being heard at all that, ONE, I've got no mood, TWO, I've got a bloody big and painful ulcer that refuses to heal itself, THREE, I'm tired. It's clear enough, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been annoyingly draggy. It seems like I'm being seen through by the rest. It's hard to force it out now that it pains me even just by doing so. The concerned. Even so, I won't tell, I can't tell. Never would you understand. No, never would I trust. I'll make you convinced. Believing it as though it's all real, as if I live through my days like I've never cared and I've lived by, 'no biggie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They question me. Why? Why're you doing this? It's simple. I don't wanna be afraid of loosing anymore. I don't wanna cry on the outside anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want others to worry about me..... just like how OTHERS are afraid that I would worry about them. BUT, WON'T IT HURT THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU WHO CARES? WON'T IT HURT THEM EVEN MORE WHEN THEY FIND OUT? HAVE YOU GIVEN IT A BLOODY THOUGHT? SELFISH PERSON? HUH?! HAVE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. It's disappointing when everyone else knows everything when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I anyway? All the while, IT'S ALWAAAAYS BEEN :&lt;br /&gt;Your life &gt; YOUR CHOICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8077690248131770988?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8077690248131770988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-biggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8077690248131770988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8077690248131770988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-biggie.html' title='&apos; No biggie &apos;.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3097536525994165299</id><published>2009-10-03T22:52:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:26:31.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lantern festival? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn8HqBOII/AAAAAAAAAdU/VflNU8zHIqk/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388389761717188738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn8HqBOII/AAAAAAAAAdU/VflNU8zHIqk/s400/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and had second thoughts about going to Miss Gohlayna's class. It really took me a long time to decide and in the end, I went. It was supposed to be at 10.30 but it was delayed till 11. Cabbed down and it was already more than 11 but still lessons haven't even started. Yawn. So time was delayed even more. Sheesh, now that I think of it, why did I even have the patience to wait?.. dellidelly~ Nearly lost my ugly however, very precious phone while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons started. Had a test. Forgot my calculator. It's annoying to forget things.. It eventually ended and went to inter to find Jacq. Eateateat. Jianhao came after a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn7ix1aEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-jnLruMq9Qc/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388389751817857090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn7ix1aEI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-jnLruMq9Qc/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. bored. bored. Somehow, it ended up that we took a bus to... my place? No way! So decided to plan for the night and wanted to ask people along. And Jianhao did ALL the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn7KoDDQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hGdOrCLTU2c/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388389745334357250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn7KoDDQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hGdOrCLTU2c/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he took a long time to talk on the phone, just to ask people out.. Since, we're already outta the bus? And he's still talking on the phone? o.o Well, in the end, it was just the three of us that "played" with fire. We slacked under my block and it's freaking no life! Moved on to the playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn61tqWiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/cOdvIGRDQDw/s1600-h/034-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388389739720759842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn61tqWiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/cOdvIGRDQDw/s400/034-horz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that Jianhao climbed on top of the monkey bar and he couldn't find a way to come down... Poor thing. 3 of us were deaaaad bored.. So we walked over to ubi and bought our necessities. Bused to chaichee after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn6BEZO8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/6Sq1M7H2cXA/s1600-h/043-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388389725589027778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn6BEZO8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/6Sq1M7H2cXA/s400/043-horz.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At chaichee &gt; played with candles. Boooringg. Sky wasn't dark enough yet. x-x ... Vandalism.. X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2pjUHQdI/AAAAAAAAAek/AOr1pqjE-yM/s1600-h/056-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405935398404562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2pjUHQdI/AAAAAAAAAek/AOr1pqjE-yM/s400/056-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2pAA6YUI/AAAAAAAAAec/M7c20MFsa4M/s1600-h/053-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405925922627906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2pAA6YUI/AAAAAAAAAec/M7c20MFsa4M/s400/053-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2o-XHQaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/r2CmEbkSGeM/s1600-h/075-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405925478875554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2o-XHQaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/r2CmEbkSGeM/s400/075-horz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2ocAMymI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RNb2L_4myKc/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405916255963746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2ocAMymI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RNb2L_4myKc/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2n4JhQDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xAmmYR3xziE/s1600-h/064-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388405906631376946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd2n4JhQDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xAmmYR3xziE/s400/064-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After this was the better part of the day when the sky's dark. Owell.. SPARKLERS!! &lt;3 I'M SO CHILDISHLY IN LOVE WITH THEM! Had dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of fun : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 322px" border="0" alt="[076.JPG]" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SseBkRQyUTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/dJjSWliKHcU/s1600/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4cwCJ7HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Pp1Yewpz0sM/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388407914497698930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4cwCJ7HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Pp1Yewpz0sM/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, DONE! Last time I saw something like this , it was sparklers, now, CANDLES! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4cZlpkwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5nwyvVXjE9s/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388407908472558338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4cZlpkwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5nwyvVXjE9s/s400/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4b8c9LrI/AAAAAAAAAe0/eIRf5KcsQKw/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388407900651466418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4b8c9LrI/AAAAAAAAAe0/eIRf5KcsQKw/s400/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Photo taking sessions! (: Jianhao looks.. E.M.O? O-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4bjoKoAI/AAAAAAAAAes/tXYU0RDvN4Y/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388407893987598338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd4bjoKoAI/AAAAAAAAAes/tXYU0RDvN4Y/s400/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uhhh. It's been funfunFUN. Especially when we mass burnt the leftover sparkles, sooo exciting. =D I'm so glad today, I achieved what I wanted to see - Burning a lighter. Nothing else, but that's all that made my day today, just because I managed to SEE a lighter exploding in front of me. That's my motive for today in the first place. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd5veL9iEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B3sGN2fudMc/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388409335636133954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssd5veL9iEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B3sGN2fudMc/s400/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. The flooring's horribly burnt with wax all over. :o :x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, uploading pictures are sickening.&lt;br /&gt;Jianhao and Jacq, rip all you want. Sorry if I didn't post all. I'm tired. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Every single time, my personality stands up and interferes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3097536525994165299?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3097536525994165299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/mooncake-festival-woke-up-and-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3097536525994165299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3097536525994165299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/mooncake-festival-woke-up-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Ssdn8HqBOII/AAAAAAAAAdU/VflNU8zHIqk/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7998566689725873085</id><published>2009-10-02T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:24:00.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, I found out yesterday that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ryan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;en &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ie is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;EYBOARD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ARRIOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind computer screen so zai worh! Hahahahahahahaaa!! In maple ask disiao people, ask people come find him with fake addy,  fake hp number, and fake country!!! But very entertaining. ^^ Especially when he ask girls and boys for stead. X: HAHAHA! Just because he was too bored and too free. Tsktsktsk.&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/1450868951804413806-7998566689725873085?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7998566689725873085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-yes-i-found-out-yesterday-that-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7998566689725873085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7998566689725873085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-yes-i-found-out-yesterday-that-b.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1802703927960924852</id><published>2009-10-02T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:14:39.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2nd 3rd monthsary! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To jacq and jh, I'M SO NOT GONNA POST THAT PICTURE!  &lt;br /&gt;These days, I've not been okay, cos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG AND UGLY ULCERS ADDITION TO ANNOYING CRAMPS EQUALS KILLING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking, constantly, spoiling my mood the whole time!! F**K!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up after my super long hours of.. supposingly, 'nap'.. Still late for school though cos I was amazingly still tired. MTL Paper 1 was horrible. I had to take a deep breathe and start writing again after every sentence. IT WAS BLOODYDAMNED LIKE PRIMARY SCHOOL MANDARIN!!! I forgotten my electronic dictionary. Sigh~ ): The ugly squared paper was like, infested with my disgusting cursive handwriting.. What to do? Frustrated whattt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break &gt; Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break did me some good afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; for the exam. Paper done effortlessly, I managed to do as planned despite the chinese dept changing the format for writing the answers down. Numbers and chinese wordings merely differs. However, if there's a will, there's always another way. Regardless the great number of distinct changes, I'll find a way through. (: UWAHHAHHAHAAHAHAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXdAkxQXYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/T7lUqKtJjh0/s400/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955531158674818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ended around 12 and I was already exhausted and feeling grumpy by then. I hope I wasn't too much? Anyway, FYI, Raimov willingly POSED for that weird and stupid look for me to get his picture taken, so yeah, it's here on this blog. No comments. Time wasted that. Day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXdAPR--FI/AAAAAAAAAck/dYnksGZ1RX0/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXdAPR--FI/AAAAAAAAAck/dYnksGZ1RX0/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955525390366802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Previously, Mr Er retook his music practical exam, playing on my own on his own, with the company of his horn which he kissed and stick his hand in it's ass while playing. He wasn't, at all, grateful to us audiences/video`photographers though.. ): Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXc_QVcTiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pnp7nj63ABs/s1600-h/034-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXc_QVcTiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pnp7nj63ABs/s400/034-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955508493438498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screwed up for the first attempt? Because of our appearance? Because he shyshy? Nononono.. it must be because he was playing and monkey-ing around in the music room the day before when he was supposed to be practicing. Evidence clearly shown right above this paragraph. (: There're supposed to be more unglams of this big old cow but he deleted it! I swear on that day in the music room was totally FUN, CHAOTIC, AND MORE OF FUN!! :D Can't forget it when they played musical chairs with me as their 'dj', HAHAHAHA.. They really look like idiots when they desperately rush for the seats to win the game, and when they do, they fall off the seats due to clumziness. Haslinda still has the video of them? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXc_tS1ThI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wphAjpfCCsw/s1600-h/052-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXc_tS1ThI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wphAjpfCCsw/s400/052-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955516267122194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday: At mac. Time wasted~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Groans, gohlayna's 2 hours lessons from 10.30 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your tags, my reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="3176"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;passeringbyyy&lt;/b&gt;: you're nothing without your friends. -.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3175"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;2 Oct 09, 18:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;passeringbyyy&lt;/b&gt;: you think we all don't know that you are &lt;s&gt;jingyi&lt;/s&gt; the dog her self? you think you SASA big FCUK&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3174"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;1 Oct 09, 23:46&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;: say her go infront her say only, spam here like dog, ccb.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3173"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;1 Oct 09, 23:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;: eh, talk properly la hor, say she ugly? she clip up hair &amp;amp; happen to wear specs that day only, dare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3172"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;29 Sep 09, 23:04&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;your mum&lt;/b&gt;: haha. i agree tt she looks lyk a doggie. so ugly. wat's she's trying to act lyk?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3171"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;29 Sep 09, 21:55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;jianhao&lt;/b&gt;: HAHA! LOL! ROFL! LMAO! BWG......&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3170"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;29 Sep 09, 21:53&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Bryannnnnn.&lt;/b&gt;: LOL! wah, so many comments. but hor, she chio leh. "CHIO". :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3169"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;29 Sep 09, 19:01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;1111&lt;/b&gt;: .lolss....i agree w/ passeringbying!!!!!! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3168"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;29 Sep 09, 18:49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;passeringbying&lt;/b&gt;: she damn ugly sia! i agree that for dog see. BUT WHO KNOWS? SHE"S THE DOG!!! WAHAHAHAHAH!!! WOOFWOOF&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3167"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;29 Sep 09, 18:48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;passeringbying&lt;/b&gt;: LOL!!! who is that dumb ass shlt girl at the bottom?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="3165"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;29 Sep 09, 17:35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;linda&lt;/b&gt;: hahaha. one great post =X . nice PHOTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- replied! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1802703927960924852?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1802703927960924852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-2nd-3rd-monthsary-33-to-jacq-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1802703927960924852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1802703927960924852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-2nd-3rd-monthsary-33-to-jacq-and.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsXdAkxQXYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/T7lUqKtJjh0/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3621539633484880804</id><published>2009-09-30T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:40:38.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOY examinations starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So. That means. The exam-mode resumes once more... (:&lt;br /&gt;I feel really uneasy for various reasons somehow..&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that's like you wanna laugh out loud reallyreally hard and at the same time, you feel like crying. If you don't get it, then don't bother. Anyway, I guess I prefer ranting everything out in my mind, alone. It's complicating and complicated that I don't understand it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Best of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3621539633484880804?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3621539633484880804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/eoy-examinations-starts-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3621539633484880804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3621539633484880804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/eoy-examinations-starts-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2421842298174375237</id><published>2009-09-29T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:35:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsHUGdioHPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/y0vgEpGrhGQ/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386819836785990898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsHUGdioHPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/y0vgEpGrhGQ/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This shows a lot. O.O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi! School started out pretty peacefully for me until Miss Huda... uhm, set her eyes on me...?!!! :D :D Wellwell, it all started a few months ago where I got into a conflict with aye preeefecttt name vye.. ( liddat spell one arh? -.-v ). All because of ME..! X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I diedieDIE don't wanna clear my plates/utensils/cups/bottles in the canteen after eating during recess or whatsoever. The prefects has been doing their best to stop me alllll the time but my reply was always ' don't care' .... so deardoggiegoodiegoodshoes vye had to stand up for her deardoggiegoodiegoodshoes friends. Awww, such true friendshipppp~ Right. She and that phillipino came right to up to us.. WITH HANDS ON DA HIPS, (SO SCARYYY~ BOOHOO~ )':) UWAHAHAHHAHHA !! &gt;:D Hahahahaha, I can't remember after that. But I remember that they nag me~ )': Den I very scared of themmmm!!! so I ..cry like that --&gt; &gt;:'D ... X': !!! After that I go find her in her class then.. too ashamed to say~ shyyyy~ ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)': Aiyoooos, people not happy with me leyhs! Go complain to HUDAAAA!!! UWAAAAHHH!! HUUUUDAAAAA LEHHHH! Den Huda wanna come find me everyday in class but I run away. I very scared that's why! :'( One fine day, where the sun was waaayyy upppp high, she finally catch me. Oh? we were playing hideandseek and it was really fun! ^^ I wanna play again worhhh! \(^0^)/ Den she ask vye come also loh. So many people!! I shy~ Heeheehee! Liddat Huda talktalk, den she annouced that the conflict officially ended? Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! Don't tell her! But at that moment, I was having deep and dark thoughts, something that says, IT'S NOT OVER, MUAHAHHAHA!! X: So I nodded my head to whatever she said and TADA, finally I could go back to my class to sit on my chair. Phewww~ HEH HEH HEH...... OVER? OVER MY FOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week after my pe, I bought and brought sweet drinks outta the canteen and saw a teacher who always catches us every week..... RUNNNNNNN!~ Up to the nearest staircase ^^ Woahwoah, sec 1 prefects has gooooood training worh! Run up the staircase with me worh! but couldn't catch me, so sad for her, )': So she shouted something like " NO SWEET DRINKS ALLOWED OUTSIDE THE CANTEEN! " She got her reply, " I DON'T CARE~ ". By the way, now got aaaa loootttt of prefects le and it's incredibly bothering. -_- I feel lots of eyes staring at our group during our recess break. T_T Annoying luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, my usual recess group and I have been doing as planned : Running off to another table with our belongings, which is clean, leave our plates, etc on the 'used' table and chitchat there, or else, we run off to class. X: Wellwell, it only worked for awhile and our names were written down.. (inserts zee four letter word, beginning with the letter 'F' ). Huda found out and looked for us. Got a few from the group never kena, YOU LUCKY ONLY! ):&lt; Today cannot leave the canteen with the usual dirty table with beansprouts all around, cos I take them out before I eat.. And everything must be cleared. Hahaha, I STILL WON'T CLEAR MY PLATES! I DIE ALSO WON'T!! MUAHAHHAHAHA! Today I see one worker clearing the plates, and without finishing my food I gave him my plate! ^^ CLAPCLAP! WORK DONE !!! I'm such a despo. Uhuhuhuhu~ X: The usual table we always dirty is so clean today, *sniffs* I'm so proud of you guys~ :'D I'd like to repeat this again, I can't stand myself.. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guai lan? noooo... nonono! a bit a bit only luh! ^~^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsHDQ2jP11I/AAAAAAAAAbc/L1vWZlVy5L0/s1600-h/039-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386801323600500562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsHDQ2jP11I/AAAAAAAAAbc/L1vWZlVy5L0/s400/039-horz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chio bu &amp;amp; yandaoooo...&lt;br /&gt;Oh-wow, my taste's very.. '&lt;em&gt;AWESOME'&lt;/em&gt; eh? Ooops~ I din say anythinggg...~ (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2421842298174375237?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2421842298174375237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2421842298174375237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2421842298174375237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SsHUGdioHPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/y0vgEpGrhGQ/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5633115791516855029</id><published>2009-09-26T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:31:44.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days left till the Final year examinations. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. I'M SO NERVOUS. I'M SO EXCITED. So. What exactly am I feeling? Feeling lost, with no direction, that's it! I don't even know what my subjects interests me.. *~* The truth is : I can be bothered, I'm always going with the flow. In the end, I still have to make a choice. Rraahhh! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^ I'm so glad my tummy's finally full! This proves : I'm not a lazy bum ohkay! I moved! :DD Ooops~ I broke something just now. (8 I'm so not guilty - it was already a lil broken! ):&lt; &lt;s&gt;dog&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Charmaine. ^^ &lt;3 :D UWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Sr4f-jTSVyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/clee0SFidkk/s1600-h/300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385777363870177058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Sr4f-jTSVyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/clee0SFidkk/s400/300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Left to right : "&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;ini&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;ini&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;e" , "&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;ini&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;e" &amp;amp; "&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;e".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pfftt. Inside joke for the picture above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5633115791516855029?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5633115791516855029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-post-of-day-5-more-days-left-till.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5633115791516855029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5633115791516855029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-post-of-day-5-more-days-left-till.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/Sr4f-jTSVyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/clee0SFidkk/s72-c/300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8430543069405776945</id><published>2009-09-26T19:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:39:19.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better. ^^ X: ... Tell me you didn't see my previous post okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hungry though. I don't know how to cook and I'm lazy to buy food. WELLLLL, I'd rather starve to death then to go out to eat.. Wait.. I think I can't stand it anymore. JUNK FOOD DOESN'T MAKE ME FULL!!!! ): mmmm.. *Thinking of fooooooooooooood*.. x-x I've been waiting for my parents to come back home from morning till now. I'm lazy to reach out to the phone. Laziness kills, no? vT_Tv ..... &gt;:O I WON'T DIE SO EASILY! FOR MY NAME IS..... -.- FORGET IT! I SHALL BE PATIENT AND I'LL CONTINUE WAITING! .. and waiting... -.- and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my doggie'sis? ): She hasn't come home yet. D': .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh where oh where has my lil dog gone? oh where oh where can it beeee&lt;/span&gt;? REALLY! YOU SHOULDN'T CONTINUE READING THIS POST! BECAUSE I'M POSTING AND TYPING WHATEVER THAT'S IN MY MIND - cos I'm boooreddd. wheeheeheeeee~ x.x o-o ^^ :D :D ..... =D &lt;- kawaii... X: .... \(^U^)/ Ulahlah ulahlah ula ula leh.. ulah ulah ulah ulah ulah leh.. ulahlah ulahlah ulah ulah leh ulah ulah ulah lehhhhh~  She still isn't back! ):&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on my ownnnnn&lt;/span&gt;~ x-x That's song so drama and mushy. Awww.. So touching... -_- meh~ Shall go to vania's blog now to listen to that song on youtube now! Wheeeeeee~ Something to dooooooooooooo. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8430543069405776945?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8430543069405776945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-again-d-i-feel-much-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8430543069405776945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8430543069405776945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-again-d-i-feel-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1079994228807750941</id><published>2009-09-26T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:57:50.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored and my tummy's craving for food. x_x&lt;br /&gt;Boohooo~ that Charmaine leave me at home, leaving me all alone, with nothing to do, just because of her bi. (-.-)-'- She very good... (-.-)b ...... (-.-)p&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;I NEEDA PEE. CIAOS. (*-*)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1079994228807750941?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1079994228807750941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bored-and-my-tummys-craving-for-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1079994228807750941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1079994228807750941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bored-and-my-tummys-craving-for-food.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3303469205988822871</id><published>2009-09-25T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:54:48.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist &amp; turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SrzP4HHrp0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/G9VZLyXgu1U/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385407817319163714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SrzP4HHrp0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/G9VZLyXgu1U/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People like this are plain colourblind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one's case is that he thinks yellow is pink, purple is yellow, green is blue and pink is orange.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time today's really quick to me. English &gt; MTL &gt; Recess &gt; Music &gt; English again &gt; D&amp;amp;T. It all ended nicely and happily at 12.30pm. Note to self : This is a rare opportunity for a Friday - I suppose you should know why. (8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks, sucks, sucks to stare blankly at a test paper. MTL class test today. I was having a mass hair loss during the paper, I've got no idea why. x_x Anyway, to save myself from that situation I was stucked in, which I know it myself very well I was gonna be in anyway, I desperately and luckily prepared myself and a number of lifesavers before the test already.. Heh.. heh.. heh.. &gt;:D Not gonna share! X: Tsk. That horrible voice of Jingyi's still ringing in my head when she sang fire burning. Urgh, I don't need 911.. (-.-)-'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd test of the day.. No, it was an exam. And that's the music exam. Aaaah, I prayed hard I wasn't the first to perform but I've got no god no listen to my prayers. x( DOROTHEA DIDN'T COME TO SCHOOL! D': What I wishing for "&lt;em&gt;soooooooooooooo muuuuch&lt;/em&gt;" came true! ^-^ And I'm happy. Not. And I remember going to the front of the class, walking up to piano and in the mean time looking back at the " audiences". That hypocritical concert etiquette style displayed by my class annoys me, I mean.. " WHATCHA STARIN' AT? " , " STOP LOOKING AT ME! " Well, managed to over and on with the stress the "audiences" have given me just by staring. And proceeded with that lil'peanut song. Well, at least it was funfunFUN to watch others perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best entertainer - &lt;strong&gt;BYRON&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh? Did I mention that he was playing a clarinet with his eyes... CLOSED?!? Oh! yes I did! It's uber retarded luhhhh. Hahahaha, he could memorise the starting part but it was a pity that he totally screwed up after that. ): *&lt;em&gt;byron so cute.*&lt;/em&gt; I'm sure Amirul would say that if he's there to watch, HAHAHAHA! Anyway, another entertainment from Chinnapad. As he was playing the piece on the piano, he's face was turning.. redder.. and.. REDDER.. like a tomato. AHAAHA~ His fingers kept on slipping off to other keys, producing wrong notes and finally he said " AAAAAHH! " - he gave up hafway. *Class filled with laughter* LOLOLOL!!! \(^0^)/ ...Reminds me of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer restriction. Napping restriction. Television restriction. JUST BECAUSE MY MOM WANTS ME TO EAT MY DINNER AT THE RIGHT TIME. !@#(&amp;amp; * Groans* Well, back to the more human way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a break tomorrow. ^^&lt;br /&gt;G'night people! Jolly day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3303469205988822871?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3303469205988822871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-like-this-are-plain-colourblind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3303469205988822871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3303469205988822871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-like-this-are-plain-colourblind.html' title='Twist &amp; turn.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SrzP4HHrp0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/G9VZLyXgu1U/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1400479788513927407</id><published>2009-09-24T19:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:26:20.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH?!!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't recognise me. SHE DID NOT RECOGNIZE ME AT ALL. She gave me that creepy look as though I was a total stranger to her and didn't take a second glance back. Damn. Either way, I think I haven't changed much.. it must be that she needs more time to refresh her memory, right? o_o I'm still me afterall. It's been interesting to change my own schedule - Coming home right after school. I see new faces and best still, each time I see my primary school mates too! Like at least 3 of them per time! :D... :( But no one recognises me. Zzz. Fly! Go die! :B Hmmmph. ): Eh?.. OHOH! WAIT! YESTERDAY I SAW MENDEL AND ONLY HE RECOGNISED ME! v^0^v .. Aaaahhh, forget it, afterall, it doesn't matter anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S A BOREEEEE ! I swear Ms Huda's eyesight is reallyreally shaaarp. -.- She can spot me from one end to another, chatting with my friends in the hall. Nagnagnagyadada~ is all she can say. Hohohohoho~ don't care, don't bother, don't wanna hear~ Stand jiu stand loh! ^^ !! She was glaring at me today with those threatening eyes wide opened which urges me to dig them out of their sockets, but in the end, I smiled at her and yet she rejected my friendliness and continued glaring at me. Wellwell, some people just don't wanna make friends with me, I feel so insulted. ): boohoo~ ^~^!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinderjoy's toys are pathetic yet so cute( ugly + adorable. ). My toy croc parts are all seperated into 4 pieces and they were all thrown all over, somewhere in the canteen. It died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SrtfoSqnEfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OWqSWe9fSLo/s1600-h/295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385002925261525490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SrtfoSqnEfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OWqSWe9fSLo/s400/295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;In loving memory of my dead croc. Tell me you can spot it please. ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realised this is the very first picture that I've posted on my current blog.. O:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 7 more days to EOYs!!! Gambatehhhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1400479788513927407?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1400479788513927407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/wth-she-didnt-recognise-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1400479788513927407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1400479788513927407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/wth-she-didnt-recognise-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qPTAIe7SrCI/SrtfoSqnEfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OWqSWe9fSLo/s72-c/295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6995015534898795258</id><published>2009-09-23T21:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:55:05.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>449 - 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsed through all of the pictures one by one on my handphone and I'm starting to have mixed feelings however I feel more towards being upset. Each and every picture brings back those memories which has almost been forgotten. Tsk.. I can't help being so pessimistic. I'm starting to feel irritated with myself for being unable to just toss these unnecessities aside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's been long with Haslinda, saw her from morning till the end, until she suddenly disappeared. Met her early in the morning, ate breakfast at mac with her till 8. Walked to school with her and reached just in time. Sweating already and sleepy, feeling grumpy at that moment of time. Had normal lessons with her beside me. Waited for Gohlayna's class to start with her in canteen. Went for the extra lesson with her, still beside me. Went outta of school with her - she disappeared. Wellwellwell, she probably went home. Hmmmph.. Yawn, today's been long, luckily Gohlayna ended her lesson 30 minutes earlier or else it would be 4.30 by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft.. I can't stand myself. Smirk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6995015534898795258?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6995015534898795258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/browsed-through-all-of-pictures-one-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6995015534898795258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6995015534898795258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/browsed-through-all-of-pictures-one-by.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2892952896241560493</id><published>2009-09-22T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:22:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. School. School. School. School. Just school.&lt;br /&gt;No more band. Which means no more heavy time killing anymore till then. ):&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Saturday, Sunday like some lifeless freak because I didn't knew what to do. I'M SO SICK OF HOME!!! Tsk. Whenever I wanna start my revision or do my homework, I find myself leading myself to my bed and.. I'll sleep. X_X !!! Well, at least Monday was.... fun. Heehee. X: Shhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as per normal today. Only that I pangseh-ed the rest after school and went home. Feels great. Meh~ I mean I don't feel so tired anymore. ^^ Maybe this should continue. :D And I realized something, I CAN STUDY!!! \(^0^)/ &amp;amp; EVERYTHING SEEMS SO EASY NOW!! X: .... I have made up my mind!! I wanna go home straight after school everyday till the EOY ends! :D Anyway, to the rest, with me or not, it doesn't make a difference, so yeah. :D Sayonara people! v^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there's conflict going on. I pity this.. close to bald headed, small in sized schoolmate who's usually with us but now goes with another group. Things should be made clear. And FYI, I'M NOT SIDING WITH ANY OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2892952896241560493?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2892952896241560493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2892952896241560493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2892952896241560493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4430416645396006863</id><published>2009-09-18T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:01:30.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, there's this selfish, self-centered moron that I know and that person is me.&lt;br /&gt;To those I've wrongly placed judgement on and misunderstood, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have. Sorry I was so bloody blind and stupid to only realise it now. I feel so guilty inside out right now for the horrible things I've childishly said. I should've put myself in your shoes in the first place. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry, even though no matter how many times I repeat it, it doesn't exact the pain and hurt I've caused you to go through. But still, sincerly, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying. Trying real hard to make things right. Trying to move out the selfishness in me. Trying to care for people around me, not only for myself. And I wanna be a better person, just as much as the 'good guy' you wanna be. I suppose no one wants to be hated. Everyone wants to see the best in any outcome. My section.. Things will change for the better. There is hope, I still see the light. No more conflicts. Just bondings. Afterall, it's what I wanna achieve. Strive for the best. Soar up high. No, way up &lt;em&gt;higher&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOY's in 13 more days. Can't wait till it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4430416645396006863?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4430416645396006863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-theres-this-selfish-self-centered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4430416645396006863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4430416645396006863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-theres-this-selfish-self-centered.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5464570181543238815</id><published>2009-09-17T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:21:42.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;14 days left to the EOY examinations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Thank you, Alonzo for the scores.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I'm working on it. (:&lt;br /&gt;Time is so merciless. Soon today will pass. Soon, tomorrow will also pass. Soon the final examinations will start. Soon my theory examinations will eventually come. AAAAAAHRHAHGHSGSGHHHGFHGHH.... It all piles up and ends up a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;Waitwait, THE YEAR END HOLIDAYS WILL SOON COME TOO..! :D.... :( Holiday? I don't think the holiday's gonna be all fun and relaxing at all. Hahaha, there's still band going on but at least there's still a break before it starts. + I think we're supposed to prepare for the outdoor competition. :D .. CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, it has been this way for many years already - I don't understand chinese! I swear whatever chinese teacher is talking about, I don't understand. When they come over to me and give me one on one talks, I can't understand. I just nod my head when something tells me I have to. And when I nod at the wrong time, they'll ask me questions and I don't know what how to reply them cos I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND. So I stare at them blankly and they must be thinking I'm some retard/dumbdumb.. Sigh. Funny thing is that I NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, fail my chinese, I don't understand why. And I wanna fail cos I want the teacher to move me to a CLB class. So at least I know the basics first before I move on. I remember for my previous exam, I surprisingly got a B grade for chinese and my teacher was like smiling so widely.. and according to the girl sitting beside me on that day, she was praising me.. I didn't knew what to say when she asked me something like what did I do to improve my mother tongue.. Cos I did nothing, absolutely nothing. There must be some calculation error instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about today I remember. The chinese teacher was close to tears today and I don't know why. Don't really bother. Don't know how she feels anyway. But then she changed everyone's seating arrangements and I don't think it makes any difference. Question is, why did she even change?.. Ahh~ Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that it's easier to lie to others than to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5464570181543238815?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5464570181543238815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/14-days-left-to-eoy-examinations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5464570181543238815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5464570181543238815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/14-days-left-to-eoy-examinations.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2450432247015374259</id><published>2009-09-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:26:24.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17 days to EOY. Uwaaaaaah, the clock's still ticking away as I'm typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school again, aaah, the monday blues. Very annoying. Anyway, the homeroom system's back again. And that only means no more waiting in classrooms for teachers and we've to use more of energy, climbing up &amp;amp; down staircases, walking here and there... Exercise helps you to loose weight? Ahhh, nonsense, I don't have any weight to loose, only to gain. (8 I have always had in mind that band was a really good CCA to loose weight cos most of the practices are suicidal training so obese people should join! ^^ Dorothea... X: But today was the opposite. Less sweating. o.o More of aircon room. I swear a piccolo's damn ear piercing till your ears can bleed just listening to it for 24/7. It's either me, that I'm not used it or it's that I require breaks just playing that black, high-pitched devil. Owell, look on the brighter sight, it's as light as a feather! * Takes a deeeep breathe*, anyway, today's lifeless without that stupid ass.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a period of time in band today, I was feeling so mad. No, I was feeling so f***ed up, that's right. Hey, we're all humans and we deserve to be treated like one, not to be treated like animals or something worse. Didn't even get to explain ourselves. Whatever. Just forget it. This won't ruin my life. Forgiven. Forgotten. You're not worth my time to be angry with you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2450432247015374259?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2450432247015374259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-days-to-eoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2450432247015374259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2450432247015374259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-days-to-eoy.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4763054055677113859</id><published>2009-09-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:16:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop sticking your nose into my bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up and buzz off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4763054055677113859?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4763054055677113859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-sticking-your-nose-into-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4763054055677113859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4763054055677113859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-sticking-your-nose-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-9108611103711697526</id><published>2009-09-13T21:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:12:49.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can destroy me but you can never defeat me.</title><content type='html'>Mummy finally found out. x-x&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was a nightmare. Same goes for today. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. You won't understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's happening again and I'm so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post's really not making much sense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be straightforward. Consequences. You can't read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Get the whole story right before you come to any conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Yesterday was fine. It was fun. I think. Games were alright. Is it a crime? Does it have a problem? The weather wasn't. East Coast is infested with flies. I don't like. Yesterday was called games day. Got sunburnt. Pain. Zzzzzzz~ Now here there everywhere pain, injuries everywhere not because of yesterday... I won't emphasize any further... -.- I thought it was supposed to be fun. Yesterday's best part was when the games ended and when we were released. More rules than required. Jacq and I felt like we didn't cared about anything anymore, so we really got ourselves wet from head to toe. Close an eye. In short, we bathed with our clothes on. I don't like my uniform. Really, we were desperate to get ourselves clean at that time till it didn't occur to us on how we were gonna spend the rest of our day. All you care for is for your face. No slippers, no extra undergarments, just a simple shirt, lucky for jacq she brought her fbt shorts too, but we were still wet inside. x-x Life isn't fair. We got Jh to get us slippers and it took him almost an hour and we were standing, no, stoning there in the toilet, like some idiot just to get a pair of slippers. I won't admit. Tsk. !@#!~ Sigh. We're not bad. We've still got a HUMAN heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown. 18 more days to EOY. (This is not for scaring you, but to remind you.)&lt;br /&gt;School reopens tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I feel that in actual reality, rules don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;They're limits to things. Every action is controlled by you yourself, whether you want to do it or not, whether you dare face the consequences. For this current issue that I'm tempted to bring up, I'm hiding it still. Not that I like it. But I know it myself that the consequences, I won't like. &amp;amp; I wanna save my ass. Deep inside it angers me it makes me feel miserable. All I can do it hint, sarcastically to make myself feel better. A lil. Unfair. So unfair. I can't open myself. I won't. Well, I don't have a say.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-9108611103711697526?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/9108611103711697526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-destroy-me-but-you-can-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/9108611103711697526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/9108611103711697526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-destroy-me-but-you-can-never.html' title='You can destroy me but you can never defeat me.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7694597332890649834</id><published>2009-09-11T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:35:21.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Myy eeyes aree cloosinnggg...&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be over soon, I'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes.. I hope for a decent day tomorrow. Cos.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be. Games day. With the band people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the truth is often a whole lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7694597332890649834?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7694597332890649834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/myy-eeyes-aree-cloosinnggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7694597332890649834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7694597332890649834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/myy-eeyes-aree-cloosinnggg.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4459189493688022379</id><published>2009-09-09T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:42:17.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday! No, it's another Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many Wednesdays I have alreay gone through in life. Owell, skip the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching dvds, eating junk food and lazing around the house, I think I should really do some self-study. Come to think of it, I don't have a "study friend". Mmmm.. Think I need one. Having such a lazy early morning nearly made me fogotten about band till Jonathan texted me to ask what time band was starting. Since the weather was so warm + I am not patient enough to wait for a bus, cabbed down to school and guess what, I can only enter the biiig school gate of ping yi secondary school at 1.. Mymy, the weather is hot, not warm, sigh, no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually time passed quicky and we were allowed to go into school. Great, then Bryan pushed me on the ground and I landed on my ass. But it was my fault, I started it. Well, I deserved it, yeah? Pain, my ass was hurting back then, really. I felt like an idiot. -.- Teared and couldn't get up and Gowtham was already falling in the band, just at that time. Thanks, Raimov, who helped me up anyway. So joined the others but somehow after awhile, people insisted that I had to fall out because I haven't fully recovered. I felt I didn't have to really, thanks for your concern though.. I mean, really, so what if I'm sick? I'm still alive? I still wanna do things. But they still insisted, oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between the band practice, someone said I was most of the time emotionless. -_- This isn't the first time. She doesn't seem like she was joking or something. But.. True or not, I don't know, I don't see myself?.... Am I that emotionless? o.o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's not so filled with sweat, sweat, and more sweat. Feels just alright for me, but too awkward though. For the past few band practices, it's been smelly and dirty, but today.. O: Anyway, I find counter marching not so tiring! :D But I've got a strong feeling after the malays finish fasting, it's gonna be more tedious. Mentally prepare myself? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. I've got a good feeling about outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking forward. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4459189493688022379?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4459189493688022379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-wednesday-no-its-another-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4459189493688022379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4459189493688022379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-wednesday-no-its-another-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3305642650360606648</id><published>2009-09-08T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:43:36.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.am.such.a.m.fking.arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be biten in the ass hard by karma sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like going up to --- and say&lt;br /&gt;" ***k me sorry i am a bitch will you please forgive me? FOR THIS ONCE? "&lt;br /&gt;Sorry still cant bring myself to speak to ---. What was I thinking? -.-&lt;br /&gt;I can die of embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of hurting someone. Sometimes it's inevitable, but..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's a pretty sulky day after 6hrs of sleep last night. phew, I'm beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3305642650360606648?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3305642650360606648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3305642650360606648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3305642650360606648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/i.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-2904113745113040186</id><published>2009-09-08T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:09:40.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;; K&lt;/em&gt;EYBOARD "&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;ARRIORS",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I despise them all, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-2904113745113040186?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/2904113745113040186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/k-eyboard-w-arriors-i-despise-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2904113745113040186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/2904113745113040186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/k-eyboard-w-arriors-i-despise-them-all.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8041705150003281562</id><published>2009-09-07T19:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:41:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it more important to know what to do in a given situation rather than to get upset over it? Ahh, shut up, I just go with the flow~ Answers will show somehow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a duck right now. o,o * Quack * - &lt;em&gt;I lost my voice.&lt;/em&gt; ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so miserable, today's the 4th day of being ill but my temperature's up and down. It can go as normal as 36°C and reach up to 40°C but I'm still feeling so hyperrrrr...... which doesn't lasts for long and I realised that it's my hyperness that makes my temperature go up. T_T So I have to limit myself from being happy? NUUU~ I WON'T LET IT STOP ME. &gt;:D Anyway, I think a lot of my brain cells were burnt, I find myself stupider after maths class today. ): If I continue this way, I'd be a real retard for sure.... O: WEEELLLLL, AS LONG AS I'M STILL ALIVEEEE... :D UWAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! v^~^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, marked the field with some icky yucky black substance, oil. Jacq and I contributed a smaaaaallll part of it oh-kay? Still, got people come kpkb say that we stay there do nothing. Eh? Something = Nothing? Worse case, when we were ready to get our hands dirty, I received a sacarstic remark......... WHYYYYYY, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! ^~^ He even said something like " those who are here to help out, stay, those who are here for nothing, go away. " Then he glared at us. So I shot back at him luh. " Oh? you mean me? " .. He bwg. Tsk, not fun one.. ): Pfffftt, I'm just glad he's not one of them anymore. heh. After that, buey tahan the oil, so zhao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gohlayna's class at two. I SWEAR SHE'S MAD! She has MANYMANY EXTRA CLASSES FOR HER STUDENTS! I think it's the aftereffect of obtaining the caring teacher award. D': SHE'S CRAZYYYYY!! I THINK INSTEAD OF A CARING TEACHER AWARD, SHE WANTS THE ' MOST CARING TEACHER AWARD " !!!! But doncha think it's too exaggerated?!? D: I mean her maths extra classes schedule states MONDAY - THURSDAY, 0800 - 1700... EVERYDAY!!! ........................ caring... too caring. I wonder what Miss Goh's actually made of.. /: -*-* Robot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday isn't a holiday at all, I still have to go to school everyday except Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DESPERATE FOR SUNDAY. D': boohoohooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edited @ 8:31PM.&lt;br /&gt;Just saw Malik's tag and it reminded me THAT I PLAYED HIS TBONE WHEN I WAS HAVING A FEVER! Poor Malik. I guess he played it too after me but the virus was still there. ): So he fell ill and had all my symptoms. :D First, sorethroat, headache, fever, muscle cramp, high fever, HUAHAHHAHHAHAHHAAAAA! He's having his 'N' levels! O: !!! O: !!!! He's doing his examinations in isolation thanks to meeeeeee! :D and my virus ! :D Don't blame me ! Blame his own body from being unable to withstand the virus! ^^v UWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8041705150003281562?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8041705150003281562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-more-important-to-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8041705150003281562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8041705150003281562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-more-important-to-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8874754022697619920</id><published>2009-09-03T20:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:02:00.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solipsism</title><content type='html'>I enjoy solitary moments.&lt;br /&gt;How do you like it to be greeted either way, cynically, sarcastically, or with a dismaying cold silence? Believe it or not, that any moment, everything can change. In an instance you can loose everything and that's when you start cherishing. I've learnt how important it is to reflect.... I think I'm going mad if carry on ranting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I'M SO TIRED, I AM SO TIRED. And annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excused for piano lessons, excused for the history/geography/NLB educational trip. I skipped them all, just to go to the airport - Jianhao's off to China. Well, I'm having many mixed thoughts about today, I mean, one question, DID I JUST WASTED MY TIME TODAY? Tsktsk. I think sleeping would've been a much better. (: Oh, by the way, recently I've been falling asleep in classes and when I wake up, my table would be wet... ^o^v HEHEHEHE! i d-roo-ooled~ X:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's annoucement included the list of classes for being punctual all day and 202 seized a part of it. Hahaha, WOW-IE! I remember at the start of the year I had a habit of being late almost everyday. Every morning I would stroll to the main gate of PYSS, thinking selfishly to myself that everything's fine, regardless. What's important now's that I don't have the same mentality anymore. Anyway, I'm somehow satisfied with my effortless results and I know deep down what I can actually achieve. (: I'm glad, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few band practices back, my keyboard clipper snapped and broke while we were packing for the combined session in the music room. Yeah, a lil disappointed but I had to let it go since we were already rushing.. But, guess what, something made me smile like a semi-retard today. To my surprise, I met Sayidah and Siti along the corridor somewhere today and that ass passed me a new keyboard clipper. Hahahaha. Thanks soooo much, it's so sweet of you people. These people just make my day. (: Sometimes, I feel blessed for knowing that there're still people out there that care. I'd really like to thank everyone sincerly for everything, even for all the shit. Thanks again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8874754022697619920?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8874754022697619920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/solipsism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8874754022697619920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8874754022697619920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/09/solipsism.html' title='Solipsism'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-821374339313857843</id><published>2009-08-31T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:25:19.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been looking forward to this day, but... /:&lt;br /&gt;Owell, just forget it. Happy teachers' day.. &lt;br /&gt;Though I don't feel happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I already said, it's teachers' day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-821374339313857843?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/821374339313857843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-always-been-looking-forward-to-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/821374339313857843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/821374339313857843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-always-been-looking-forward-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6570750500488056564</id><published>2009-08-30T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:33:30.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu~ My violin finally produced a sound ! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'VE ALWAYS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAYYYY! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOO HAPEEEEEE!!! :D I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO PLAY A VIOLIN!!!! :D WHEEHEEWHOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a few days ago, I was looking at the untouched violin and let out a sigh. Well, I had no idea how the hell in the world string instruments worked... that's why, I needed help, but I didn't have anyone in mind....... I was desperate to play the violin. TuT ... X: On a much cheerful note, I learnt that my classmate, Andy, plays a violin! And a also viola! (: He gave me intros of string instruments, yadadadada, so i knew briefly how it works.. And dumped me a book. O,O" The book's useless, really, but I found out from it that all I had to do is tune the violin, tighten the hairs on the bow, and rosin the bow-hair a lil, that's all. But I still didn't know WHAT NOTE THE EACH STRING WAS, WHAT NOTE THE POSITIONS OF YOUR FINGERS WERE - That's why i said the book was useless. Fiddled here and there, for hours, COS I'M A DESPO FOR LEARNING A VIOLIN, and YAY ! :D I learnt one song, TWINKLETWINKILELITTTTTTLESTAAAAR! \(^0^)/ .. Ack.... Shutup ! Ey! I know it's a lame song lurh, but .... still.. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month back, I asked my parents to allow me to go for violin courses. They were fine with it - Reason being, not that they encouraged me to learn musical instruments but, I requested buying a violin a long time ago and they wasted their money for a new violin when I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY IT, SO OF COURSE, THEY WANTED THE VIOLIN TO BE OF USE AND NOT FOR DISPLAY (in fact i dumped it aside. X:) ... SO OF COURSE THEY ALLOWED ME TO DO SO. Hmph. But then again, my auntie come and kpkb, so kaypo luh. Say simi see grades first. ):&lt; KNNCCB! IRRITATING LUH! WALAO. So i put in a little more effort in my work loh, now my grades are improving, JUST BECAUSE OF A VIOLIN. Not that I like to study. Huaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck pain. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tag replies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Aug 09, 19:50 sayidah!: PIGFACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30 Aug 09, 09:19 Bryannnnn.: Aron, stfu. and, lum, the hard tissue worked eh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Aug 09, 21:23 Aron: i thought youu in abc??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep, ABC! (Anti-Bryan-Club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Aug 09, 21:12 Bryannnnn.: eh, i didn't manage to read it, nevermind, i'll start asking around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Aug 09, 19:49 Erwin: o_o u were on ur way to the drinks stall?? can sun bian buy mahh ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6570750500488056564?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6570750500488056564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu-my-violin-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6570750500488056564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6570750500488056564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu-my-violin-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1046046936694197588</id><published>2009-08-29T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:55:24.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SOOO INCREDIBLEEE! SHE WAS THE FIRST PERSON I SAW TODAY! IMEAN, I SAW HER TODAY! THE VERY FIRST PERSON I KNEW!!! I TOOK ONE STEP FORWARD, TURNED TO MY RIGHT AND.... THERE SHE WAS !!!!!!!! AND I REMEMBER POSTING ABOUT HER IN MY PREVIOUS POST, COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. ( * shudders. yes, there's sacarsm existing in this post. ^^!!! -'-'-'-'-'-'- !!!!!!1 -'-!!!!@#!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa~ Early in the morning, I was already panicking for some reasons. ARNDANDDD LUCKILY, Stella saved my life and my face. O.Ob HEEHEEHEEEE. ^~^!!! ...Oh? den majors ask we all fall in lorh, den we obey them loh, den like that lorrrrh, like that slackslack loh, cos I din march whaaaat. why? cos need do library dept thingy but cannot go up, no key whaaat, so need wait for mdm nava loh, by the time she come, i sian-ed liao, den i wanna march but my skin come out again, so i ask welfare for plaster loh, but they donhave, so sad loh but i never cry loh. den vivian point at 3rd floor, so common sense that the first aid kit is upstairs also, need key also. so i patient loh, boh bian what. this cannot do, that cannot do, SIAN. finally mdm nava came, happy loh. (': after so long. so go up loh, arrange the scores loh, and i found out that they're soooooooo many scores leh! DAMNNNNN NICE SIAAAH, LIKE HEAVEN. X: oh? but then my skin sensitive, den got rashes loh, so never do liao loh, i write write thing only. ): ....... to be continued, my sister want me go out. -.- CHEE....... bYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;Hihi! (:&lt;br /&gt;Byebye! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1046046936694197588?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1046046936694197588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmygawddddddddddddddd-this-is-sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1046046936694197588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1046046936694197588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmygawddddddddddddddd-this-is-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5392718238424181713</id><published>2009-08-28T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:02:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, damn. Tomorrow is a Saturday. (-.-)-'-&lt;br /&gt;Band practice tomorrow's, almost whole day leh. (!!!) LUCKY ONLY ALMOST LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see her ____ing face... It's dog face. Wait, no... pig face. ( haha, inside joke. ) My blood's cloooooooose enough to evaporation just thinking about her. The sight of her... FACE, spoils my whoooole beeeautiful daaay. WAAAALAAAOOOOO EEHHH!!! ~!@#$%"&gt;~!@#$%*()_+ ( Inserts aey whole essay of profanities, with my two lil but mighteeey middle fingers up with the support of my two middle toes. )  I wanna tell her off straight in her face but later she cry, then she complain by barking lika dog, then people symphatize her, then she gets her *$!#ing way. Yalayala, you're sucha biiig fark and you can action already. I hate her, she also hates me. She diao me, I diao her back. She glare at me, I smirk back at her. She not happy with me and smiles at me which give a hint that she's faking it so I do the same. Tit for tat. WE'RE BOTH EQUAL YOU B*TCH! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN ME. I'M IMMATURED FOR HATING YOU, AND SO ARE YOU! I think of you eeeevery sssingle daaay and keep you right in my mind, ............. oh? why? BECAUSE I'M SERIOUSLY HATING YOU. Not like you're important to me at all. You really get on my nerves. Go bang wall die ! DIEDIEEEDIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!@# And puuuhh-lease, I, am, NOT, your, dog, so, STOPEFFINGTREATING ME LIKE ONE, AND, DO YOUR THINGS YOURSELF, DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I agree with them, the band's gonna fall, fall, fall.... Have you ever thought deeply why there're people that hesitate to come for band? And how they're feeling? I admit, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;USED&lt;/span&gt; to really love coming for band practices. But things are different now, as different as the PYMB I knew in 2008. Just look at the 'band table' ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5392718238424181713?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5392718238424181713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahh-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5392718238424181713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5392718238424181713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahh-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-6697786947585667199</id><published>2009-08-26T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:05:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It disturbs me, even up till now.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the piano is the only one that totally understands me. It's sound and music is exactly like how I'm feeling, the correct tempo, the exact same feeling I have.&lt;br /&gt;You get me? I know you don't understand anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-6697786947585667199?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/6697786947585667199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-never-fails-to-disturb-me-still-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6697786947585667199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/6697786947585667199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-never-fails-to-disturb-me-still-even.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7320539150772476459</id><published>2009-08-21T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:23:47.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the ghost festival month? I think I'm scared. I'm sure you've received some freaky smses from some idiotic people who've noooothing better to do. It's really better not to read it. I don't know whether I'm imagining things or not but I heard my name called behind me and I stupidly turned back. *Jacqueline also. (idk why, haha). So there was this man jogging(?) and at that time, we were talking about some spooky stuff aaaaand, when he ran pass Jacq, she actually screamed so loudly that people even I got a shock and was too stunned to scream. -_-. People walked pass us....... -_- Idk her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was horrible. The air is daaamn polluted with smoke that I was sneezing and coughing. It was so annoying. ):&lt; Sleeping cured everything but this morning I was hesistant to wake up cos I wanna sleep more. Zzzz. So I slept on and .. -.- Yawn~ Wellwell, after classes, I moved my left leg forward, followed by my right leg, and so this continues, ( I meant I was walking. ) And I don't know what I was doing cos I was still half asleep.... ~ And I remember that it was raining. -_- Drenched, thanks to Jacqueline. I remember saying that today was the luckiest day of my life.. -.- Well, she ended up turning up for band cos panadol cured her immediately? Yeah, right. Someone just needed to be escorted to school. HAHAHAHAA. I suddenly remembered her telling me something stupid like " I feel better already cos I ran. " -_-. So she enjoys running eh? Makes her.... happy.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't get to run after that but we got to do marching. Still half asleeeep. Zzzz... Wasn't exactly tiring but it was the pain, THE PAIN ON MY FEET. Why does this always happen to me? Whenever there's this hentak exercise, my skin starts peeling off and the skin comes off and ew.. -.- Plasters are great... (': Day ended, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A part of the challenges in life's about accepting change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, for the better of the band, you'll really have to sacrifice us, your friends.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're understanding enough. We know it's a hard decision for you whether to choose your friends or the band. We know that you're stressed, you're irritated, you're confused but you're now an ADM, one of the leaders of our band. It's your job, or should I say, responsibility to do what's best for the band, so do it well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'smore, we'll still be there for you when you need us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7320539150772476459?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7320539150772476459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-ghost-festival-month-i-think-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7320539150772476459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7320539150772476459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-ghost-festival-month-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3321683824549239371</id><published>2009-08-20T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:36:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day again. It's like the same thing everyday that I can barely stand it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;One day I'm just gonna explode. It's a matter of time on when it'll happen. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, go school, go out, go home, sleep, ... It's _ing booorinnnng!! And worse still, I see same people everyday! I go to the same school everyday! I live in the same house everyday! I sleep in the same room everyday! I do the same thing everyday! I fear the same thing everyday! I bully people everyday! I fake a smile everyday. I see myself everyday! .... I know I may sound ridiculous but it's totally truetruetrueee! Don't you get sick of life?! I mean, I'M SO SICK OF IT ALREADY!!! ): Boooo~ Life sucks. There's no way out. Unless someone's kind enough to kill me this instant, I'd be grateful, not. I can easily list down 101 things that I wanna do before my time's up. I still have dreams that I believe I can convert to reality. I still haven't experienced enough of life, with the exception of school days, of coz larh. -_-. I don't have any interest in studying, cos I'm not academically smart. Z. DAMN USELESS LUH. Studystudy and still nothing goes in. My grades are so roller-coaster-like luh. If fail hor, fail until like kanasai. Pass leh? Marks daaaamn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always found this unreasonably irritating. : &lt;br /&gt;When I don't study, I get good grades but when I do, it's like world's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Don't study? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3321683824549239371?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3321683824549239371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3321683824549239371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3321683824549239371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1476215205298463305</id><published>2009-08-19T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:52:39.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I was wrong all along.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt;ure &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;nnocent. &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm.. Life's lil' ironies.&lt;/em&gt; Gawdddd, now that I think back, it never fails to surprise me over again. I think we were loosing our minds. Did we... Uhm, I mean did we just do what we did?!! O.O I'd really like to see how dumb we were back then and laugh at ourselves again. Never thought we'd land into such troubles. Troubles that are slightely more serious to deal with, together with you people. Owell... HYPER-M ! HERE WE COMEEEE ! X: ( You probably won't know what I mean. ) Uwahahahahahahahahahaharrr~ I think I'm desperate. )': Boohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the right way to spend the last day of examinations? By showing you don't care about things happening around you and being such an arsehole? Huahar, maybe. (: Well, goodbye to common tests, see you again on the EOYs, don't come back soon~ (: I swear I made a hell lot of mistakes in my papers. I don't know why Jericho (WTF!!!@) was stuck in my head during the math examination. Of all things, JERICHO?!@# Ps, I dare admit. It was totally distracting me luhhhh, I don't know what's wrong with my mind. ): ... but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have to say :&lt;br /&gt;I'm notta band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I am not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I am not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a bad geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a band geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this proves I'M NOT A BAND GEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel complaisant anymore, though I know I can't coerce anyone to feel the same. Nothing is enough to infiltrate your mind this crux of the problem, it's impossible and impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1476215205298463305?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1476215205298463305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-i-was-wrong-all-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1476215205298463305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1476215205298463305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-i-was-wrong-all-along.html' title='&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; guess &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was wrong all along.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-639197711521517968</id><published>2009-08-17T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:14:23.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally replying tags again. I really don't see a need anyway, /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan: oi u la XD i go first&lt;br /&gt;wen: he spamer la&lt;br /&gt;dorothea: O.O charlote sorry this two spamer followed me ! sorry&lt;br /&gt;bryan: he did&lt;br /&gt;dorothea: oi!y u follow meO.O did u bring bryan?&lt;br /&gt;wen: hihi!&lt;br /&gt;dorothea: hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO LIFE UH ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianhao: haha... red ass. and fat ahmah.&lt;br /&gt;jianhao: toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uhmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline: i chose him already! haheho! so shuaiiiiiiiiiiiii! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Hello charlotte LUM! haha. @-@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Atikah: Link me .. At atikahheress.bs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan.: yes, google, how efficient. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should just stop backstabbing/complaining/whining and tell the opposing party what's your fuckin' problem. Jealous of his awesome friends? LIKE COME ON! We're in the 21st century! MUST YOU CONTROL HIS LIFE? MUST YOU FKING JUDGE US? YOU FUCKING ANNOYING DOGGIE NIGGA OF AN ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKING BITCH. STOP TRYNA SCREW OUR LIVES. You think you own this fucking world? YOUTHINK YOU OWN IT HUH?! YKNOW YOU'RE ONE BIG JERKASS IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW THE WORLD AND YOU KNOW US. YA DON'T HAVETA TALK SHIT LIKEHOW YOU CHEW YOUR BLODYU DOGGIE SHET. GO HOME TO YOUR MUMSIE TO CRY YOUR BLOODY FAKE TEARS. STOP YOUR FXCKING COMPLAINING AND FACE THE FACTS - YOuRE A DAUGHTER ODF A DOG. GET THINGS RIGHT BEFORE YOU START BARKING. YOU REALLY SHUD SHUTAP N BUZZ OFF. YOU'RE IN OUR WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-639197711521517968?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/639197711521517968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-should-just-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/639197711521517968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/639197711521517968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-should-just-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1011802028231776004</id><published>2009-08-16T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:08:49.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!! Hi! Hihihihi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the Zoo to visit my fellow distant relatives. \(^0^)/&lt;br /&gt;They didn't seem surprised that I came to visit them after soooo long though.. Upsetting. )': After so many years without any form of contact, AFTER SO MANY YEARS OF NOT MEETING EACH OTHER !!! I took the initiative to visit them, ANY YET ?!? They're so cold, so aloof, so distant. Hahahahah!!! FYI, I'm referring to the monkeys, who are not actually my relatives but still, distant ones........ Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures with the animals. But my camera didn't even last a quarter of the whole journey. ): Well, handphones are backups, no worries. :D But I'm not gonna post any pictures. Considering the fact that my sister is suffering with the superbig number of pictures to upload into her blog, I don't wanna end up like her. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that animals are so cute, especially with their bigbighugehuge round eyes, but, very smelly. -.- I don't like. WAITWAIT! I'm having second thoughts, THEY'RE NOT CUTE. There was this sealion performing, and it was obviously ACTING cute. YES ! THEY ONLY ACT CUTE TO ATTRACT THE TOURISTS. NOT CUTE AT ALL !!!! &gt;:D And the Baboons are fxcking disgusting.. I seriously don't need a free show. They were.. humping... for people to see. -.- No joke. Monkey porn. Gosh~ They butt cheeks are redredreddddd so were their balls. Obscenity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible long day. I'm so, HYPER! not. Well, walked almost a half portion of the zoo, cos my legs couldn't carry me any further whatsmore, the day was already ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reminder, COMMON TESTS STARTS TOMORROW! :d&lt;br /&gt;Let's look on the brighter sight, it ends after wednesday. All the worst, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1011802028231776004?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1011802028231776004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-hi-hihihihi-d-today-i-went-to-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1011802028231776004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1011802028231776004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-hi-hihihihi-d-today-i-went-to-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-3070328023090258826</id><published>2009-08-16T01:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:48:07.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* J-&lt;/em&gt;E-A-L-&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;-U-S-Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I understand, I experienced, life is so unfair!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Most people out there in the North, South, West are spending their life in paradise, in the lap of luxury. While, this screwed........ East side of Singapore, IS SO BLOODY FXCKING SCREWED THAT I'M FXCKING ENVIOUS OF THE NORTH!!!!! AND THE SOUTH!!!!! AND THE WEST!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hmph. ):&lt; &lt;p&gt;Look at the other schools! I mean, LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK, WITH YOUR EYES!!! The facilities! The environment! We're just peanuts, the small, teeeenyweeny ones. One example, other's have lifts, we have? Staircases? Lotsandlotsofthem. But in fact, they've got more, their school's much bigger, that's of course. Tsktsk. Argh. I'm actually comparing to ACSI, where those rich bastards go to. Well, basically, I went to their concert, and toured the school, not everywhere, but I already amazed. The band, it was more like a cohort of elites. AWESOMENESS!!!.. They practically have all the musical instruments that existed in a band, they've a total band strength of 92, w/o the junior band, they're a concert band and yet... PYMB, a marching band is, SMALLER? -_-.. z. Oh! and I really have to say this, THE HARP IS BEAUTIFUL, haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their junior band doesn't differ much from the main band, and considering the fact that they're secondary ones, THEY'RE GOOOD, REAL GOOD. Awww.. the shame.. (-.-)-'- ... They played a song called Godzilla eats Las Vegas, it was damn creative luh. Godzilla actually appeared. Hahahahaha. The band was screaming, yes, the high pitched scream. ( takes a deep breathe, -.- ) To give the " very scary " effect I suppose. ( They effing didn't have to....-'- ) Literally, it was more like a comedy, 'cos Godzilla was more funny than scary. I like :D ( But not the screaming. ) It started stumbling in a goofy manner, trampling on the fake buildings.. and not to mention, the poor toy bear, kicking and tossing stuff around, AND THERE! The audience went high. Hahahahha, definitely a concert worth watching. Yes, this goes more to Jacqueline.... &lt;em&gt;Happy Kennel&lt;/em&gt;...... ( heh ) Or.. &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;. Uwahahahahahahaha ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, it's 3.03 AM.. Uhm. How long did I take to blog....?&lt;br /&gt;Z~ MSN convs. are in my way. Appearing offline's still better somehow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-3070328023090258826?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/3070328023090258826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/j-e-l-o-u-s-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3070328023090258826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/3070328023090258826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/j-e-l-o-u-s-y.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-8692303663623385497</id><published>2009-08-14T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:05:52.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like most of the other bloggers say, SCREW BLOGGER !&lt;br /&gt;Something is really wrong with this frigglin' bloggaaaa, you know? ): Ya, durrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I, think, I, found, out, the answer to my question from my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not that change is occurring but it's that I've just discovered and learnt more about that certain, changed thing, more likely, things. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face the facts.&lt;br /&gt;None is one of a kind. Just similar.&lt;br /&gt;You can't figure out what I mean, do you? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TESTS STARTS NEXT WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;YES, COMMON TESTS STARTS NEXT WEEK, ON MONDAY !&lt;br /&gt;Did I just spoil your mood? Or you wanna thank me for reminding..? *Grins. (8 CHAOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-8692303663623385497?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/8692303663623385497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-most-of-other-bloggers-say-screw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8692303663623385497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/8692303663623385497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-most-of-other-bloggers-say-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-1286039515273127053</id><published>2009-08-11T12:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:53:44.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Can't believe I'll say this but seriously, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; MISS&lt;em&gt; SCHOOOOOOL&lt;/em&gt;!!! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ZZzz.Zz............ZZzzZZzZzzzZZxzssszxcz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While. others. are. at. school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning and experiencing more of life, playing, talking, crapping and having lotsa fun together, here I am. What now I can have is only to imagine myself in their shoes, not experience them myself. I really envy the laughter and joy in the atmosphere most. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T^T Boohooooohooooooooooooo... D': IT'S BEEN 4 DAYS THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN TO SCHOOL! The feeling's just so wrong.. (-.-)p Nehhhvermind, it's for the benefit of my lil fingers, who has to rest before the piano exam starts...... AT 4 !!! Which is sooo long later! ):&lt;&gt;:( Stupid time ! I wanna get on and over with the practicals!! ):&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Positive thinking starts here : ( heeheehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do after the exam? :D CELE-BRATE? ^v^&lt;br /&gt;Wheeheeheeee~ I just can't wait to have some stress lifted off meeeee ! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-1286039515273127053?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/1286039515273127053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/zzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1286039515273127053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/1286039515273127053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/zzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-4130920412613732147</id><published>2009-08-10T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:38:36.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Awwwww, finally back home. (8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, how did you spend your National day? :D&lt;br /&gt;Did you recite the pledge? Did you sing the national anthem?&lt;br /&gt;Did you go all red and white? Huhuhuhuhuh? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I only missed out the part about wearing red and white. Huaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..? Happy birthday to aunt elsie. Almost a day spent with her. Oh well... Heh, didn't actually did what I wanna do.. /: I remember telling Bryan via sms that I wouldn't be coming outta home until my piano exam is over. And if course, to do some last minute touch ups on my scales, pieces, etcetc.. Argh, that reminds me, T_T tomorrow at 4, it's already the day.. Owell, goodluck to me then. /: Guess I'll be shivering and having nervous breakdowns at the top floor of heartland mall, where the exam venue is held tomorrow.. Sigh. Back to topic, I didn't do as I planned to. Couldn't stand it being at home and there I go... ZOOOOOOOM !! BYEBYE HOME! and off I went with my relatives. ^-^v Hehehehehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car sick. Still wondering where we should go back then. Passed by Seletar Spring(?) where Colette lives... I used to go there often. Sigh, it's history, long gone. Now that I think of it, it must've been my fault back then where our friendship ended forever. Guess it's too late now. How childish of me. Well, life still goes on and my uncle suddenly cut into another lane. Very smart of him though. /: There was this superdupa loooooooooooooong line of cars as we continued going up north and we found out that that was just because of a 25% discount of petrol due to it being national day, how dumb. There must still be some people stupidly waiting behind at the very end of the queue. ( They should really cut the lane too if they're not queuing for the discounted petrol ) * Grins * Evil me, heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day went on, we visited the Science Centre. How awkward, more like random, Science Centre on National day? Heh, well, all I did was snap some photos here and there till the science centre closed and so it did. The things there weren't much of a big deal, except that they're mostly illusions and.. more illusions and more of illusions.. Blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi-ed. Aww, gimme a break. I'm so sick of Japanese food already. *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, like what people say, eat already then what ? SLEEP. OF COURSE! :D&lt;br /&gt;UWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! No luh, for me, different case, must sing first. ^^!! At exactly 8.22 pm, you can locate me being in the car, heh. Well, the anthem and pledge were being played on the radio, SINGALONG SESSION AGAIN. I think I already know how PYSS students felt already on the singalong session, HYPER!!! that is !!!!!!!! Hahahahahahha~ Got down at cousin's place and watched Singapore idol by Bryan's recommendation. More of a comedy actually, HAHAHAHA ! I couldn't stop laughing !!! ;D But soon, my energy was all used up thanks to the time from 8.22.. (: Zzzz ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers were already running on the piano. Morning finger exercise ? :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Still wasn't home at that period of time. Already missing home. Yadadadadada, the sky turned dark and celebrated aunt's bday. Oh, don't know why I found this funny= My grandmother, with a snobblish expression, crossed a road. -_- Well, not only that, she crossed it freaking slowly and a bus stopped for her, 3 cars stopped for her, a truck stopped for her.. I can't continue anymore cos I was already laughing.. SHE BLOODY DAMN DARE CROSSED THE ROAD LIKE IT WAS NO ONE'S BUSSINESS! What a joke, and then she got a scolding from my relatives. Awww, they shouldn't care so much~ (': HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. (: Story's ended. I realized that I keep blogging about my daily events these days. O.O Well, I wonder who even bothers reading about my life. Hahahaha, so dull and boring. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting tomorrow ? Am I turning up or not ?&lt;br /&gt;Indecisive? Mmm.. It's because it's a choice between this or that that I can't make.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-4130920412613732147?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/4130920412613732147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/awwwww-finally-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4130920412613732147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/4130920412613732147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/awwwww-finally-back-home.html' title='Way to go'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-5053359763073854036</id><published>2009-08-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:57:31.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that google is soooooo efficient and.. POWER! &lt;br /&gt;So many things easily found just from that webbie! (:&lt;br /&gt;( I know I sound like an idiot. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of replying tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`♥ VaneSASA: yeahs , people changes , like me , i am being from worst to bad now , &amp;amp; bad to good soon , (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothea: =.= hihih. hihiihi XD hi chalote XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jianhao: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: ahahs, you self-entertain alot aye? &amp;amp; tag me uhhs! ^^ HELLOS! (: havent talk to you for a super long time already! ohoh, relink me! reminiscetht-love.bs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJORN's DA NAME BABEYYY !: T-T want cry alr la so touchedd. omgod i randomly come to your blog and u still keep my link. omg so touched worrrr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linda: other than him, we do get what he meant. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CharlotteLim: Relink me - &lt;a href="http://charlotte-rants.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://charlotte-rants.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Replying tags are simply too easy for me. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-5053359763073854036?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/5053359763073854036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realized-that-google-is-soooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5053359763073854036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/5053359763073854036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realized-that-google-is-soooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-7970109135940590473</id><published>2009-08-07T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:33:21.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's awesomely fastttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to list everything down. (: Bear with me, bear with my looong post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning - I saw sayidah's message on my phone. A moment back then, I was stupid enough to ask myself why the time was already 6 am. ( that's because I woke up late, obviously. ) Rushrushrush and I broke my  record ! 15 minutes to prepare ! (: But my hair was still wet when I tied it up. X: I realised Sayidah was also late. Easy solved - Got dad to fetch us. Hahahaha, the night before, Sayidah and I planned to meet each other before we got to school. But.. I guess the aircon was too comfortable ? that I slept too long ? X: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dad drove us to school and we both (ass and sucker) forgot to bring our thermometors. Great day isn't it? Had to buy new thermometors and were told that we had to wait. Dang. I really wonder what's the big deal of having to take out the new thermometors to sell to your students.. Time delayed.. Time delayed even more.. More wastage of my time.. And FINALLLLLLLY ! .. Oh, no, not the new thermometors, but we finally decided to change into our uniforms first. Huaha. Yes, the thermometors eventually came by human transport, uhm.. from Mdm Nava's hands I mean. Took temperature and.. I'm soooo cold, even though the uniform was stuffing me to death, if you know what I mean. It must've been the thermometors fault which costs $ 2.50 and which is of low quality. Not accurate eh? Thermometors - A thing which I ( me ) discovered that it existed during the SARS outbreak, I'm serious. X: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fall in.. YAY ! &lt;br /&gt;No scoldings.. YAY ! &lt;br /&gt;Must eat.. Nuuuuuuuu... )': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting. I mean the bread. KAYA. Gosh. )': Hate it. Hateithateithateit. ):&lt; &lt;br /&gt;The breath-taking aroma of kaya..!!! * Gasps * .. * faints * Yes, no choice. Sili(Lamer) didn't wanna eat it too.. I totally understand how she feels. (': So, my dear readers, guess what happened to the bread ? .. It was forced down my throat. Let me repeat, as I said, no choice. Oh ! I know this is dumb but.... Our section has our own individual dumb name. Introducing, ass = stupider girl. ( Sayidah, what can you expect? I'm stupid you're stupider! ), Xiaorong gilagirl, Vania retard, Fakhrina idiot, Quraishya Looser, Sili Lamer, Jocelyn.... Pervert, stay away from her! and lastly, Sucker! which is me! Ignore the lameness but this somehow contributes to the bond between flute section. Okay, pass the topic. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day parade @ PYSS ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, uniformed groups paraded on the parade square and the band performed, at the back. (: Preferred it actually. But.. in the end, they turned round. -_-! Yes, camera flashes here and there, cos we're for freeeeeeeee.. X: Saw the same cameraman that took my picture when I was for school on thursday, I don't know why. Felt so .. -.- -'- The end, parade ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games Fiesta. More like walkabout fiesta. Eat, laughed, talked, laughed, walkedwalkedwalkedwalkedwalked... talk and walk, I'm still not done yet.. walk, talk, talk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, talk, laughed, walk, talk, talk, look, see, play, laugh, talk, talk, walk, walk, walk, zzzzzz.. AND GATHERERED AT THE HALL. ( Even I myself is irritated. ) Now ! at the hall, there was confusion going on in my mind : Why were the majority of the people in the hall so.. excited ? It was just a singalong session.. o.o They love Singapore so much? Or is it the Singapore flag and the flippers that they childishly happy about ? Hahahhaa, I wonder... Oh ! Haslinda smuggled 2 national flags, she's such a despo. Who knows what she's gonna do with it at home... -_- She diedie refused to pass it to the front. HAHAHAHA. Yes, with the students of PY being so enthusiastic, in such rare times, I was too, tempted to become like some retarded fool swaying the flag and singing along but, I controlled. Don't ask me why though. Hehehhehee, right now, you must be thinking of the reason of my veryvery own awkwardness but, let me tell you, it's useless to try thinking what I'm thinking. Muahahhahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissed. School's over! not. Still had math classes going on in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical people like us will say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let's go for class later ! " &lt;br /&gt;" I don't feel like going to class. " &lt;br /&gt;" Let's go there a lil later then! " &lt;br /&gt;" Okay. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Shall we go now ? " &lt;br /&gt;" How about later ? " &lt;br /&gt;" Okay. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hour passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let's go later. " &lt;br /&gt;" Sure. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happens next.. Something for you to think. Heheheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playground. Prank calls. Bused home. And, yawn~ I'm dying to finish this post ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I count to 1... xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-7970109135940590473?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/7970109135940590473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-awesomely-fastttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7970109135940590473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/7970109135940590473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-awesomely-fastttt.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450868951804413806.post-9194474573169027885</id><published>2009-08-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:47:28.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed.</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering even more than before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING TO THE WORLD ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Time passes ? People change ? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll just have to accept change then. What's more, this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Slackest day of the week as a school day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Teacher was absent for CME, PE too and even Science. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;And I was looking forward to badminton.. Speaking of which, I'M LOVING BADMINTON!&lt;br /&gt;Becauseeeee, it's.a.sport.which.i.just.learnt. X:&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the right way of holding a badminton racket, I never knew how to serve the feather-like thingy. BUT NOWWWWWW ! :D :D :D ^~^v&lt;br /&gt;But there wasn't any PE lessons today. Awwwww~ I don't know whether to cry or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Spent that whole period laughing, laughing, talking.. And locking the guys up in the field.&lt;br /&gt;( They got out without much effort. Tsk. They're violent people. )&lt;br /&gt;Most importatly, I managed to clear my mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziness ended and TADA! RIGHT IN OUR FACE WAS A SCIENCE TEST PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;Just some scribbling here and there and a lil' bit of brainstorming and time's up ! (':&lt;br /&gt;Handed in the test papers and classes ended. Like I said, CLASSES ended. Only classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously my day didn't end so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Did the usual slacking at canteen. Adrian was a b*tch. And he still is right now.&lt;br /&gt;He got what he deserved very much, from me.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he didn't have the courtesy to say thankyou though.&lt;br /&gt;( He didn't have to anyway! ) UWAHAHAHHA ! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. There was band, some national day rehersal. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;Yadadadadadada. It felt as though it was never gonna end somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I could've slept on the spot. Yawnzxszxszxs~ Annnnnnnnnnd band ended.&lt;br /&gt;Cried tears of joy... (': Cos I was too happeee. ( Yeah, right, didn't even cry in the first place. )&lt;br /&gt;Felt so relieved, that's it. But Friday..... Ohhh... ^~^ ... I.. Can't... Waaaait... * Shudders *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel my heartbeat rate speeding up .. -.- aku takut. D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the world's biggest liar and hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1450868951804413806-9194474573169027885?l=s-trayhearted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/feeds/9194474573169027885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/9194474573169027885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1450868951804413806/posts/default/9194474573169027885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s-trayhearted.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed.html' title='Mixed.'/><author><name>CHARLOTTE.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03872660796489111567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHIXGl7nzU/Tn733n9ecII/AAAAAAAAAz4/Xd3HPuF834k/s220/Lotte.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
