<?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-12782551</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:06:14.776-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='Blogthings'/><category term='Daily horoscope'/><category term='Phelps Olympics 2008'/><category term='A Level Results 2009'/><category term='E'/><category term='La;la;la'/><category term='OGL'/><category term='http://terrorcookie.deviantart.com/art/Something-About-You-89499119'/><category term='School'/><category term='CNY 2009'/><title type='text'>Christina's Blog ;D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>771</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1289809388674486630</id><published>2010-05-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:35:24.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like using Livejournal is way cooler than using Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm on the path to being way so cool, so I moved to using &lt;a href="http://chris-tinaaaaa.livejournal.com/"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;See you thr! :) Drop a comment/Send me friend request yeah buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Blogger, I'm ditching you for Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;Bye 5 years of entries! I'm starting out on a new note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1289809388674486630?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1289809388674486630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1289809388674486630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1289809388674486630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1289809388674486630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/seems-like-using-livejournal-is-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7810956768420062013</id><published>2010-05-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:12:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Facts about JONGHYUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S_-w5kNLYdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jjCUKE0ROVQ/s1600/jonghyuncd15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476290174923792850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S_-w5kNLYdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jjCUKE0ROVQ/s320/jonghyuncd15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476290159120855314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S_-w4pVdsRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PpZFlTjKJak/s320/24nejhc.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476290156214041042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S_-w4egbOdI/AAAAAAAAAvs/F2kblj_cdKw/s320/jjong10.bmp" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;20 FACTS ABOUT JONGHYUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has been said that the first line of "Love like oxygen" sounds like Michael Jackson's style. "It does sound like it a bit.", he admits it himself, but Usher is still irreplaceable, definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Bling Bling Jonghyun", does it sound weird? He uses it all the time, be it during messaging or talking, he uses it. Because he loves R&amp;amp;B and Hip-hop too much, he wishes that he can shine forever (like bling bling). If you find it difficult to call that, "Hey Bling" can be used, thats what the members call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Will tend to talk at a really fast speed when he gets nervous, but because he talks a lot usually, nobody ever notices that habit of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no shortcut to achieving perfection, just hard work and more hard work, if he is unable to take it, he will hide in the toilet for a cry, and then continue to work even harder during practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Has a lot of charisma on stage, but is very endearing and fun to be with off stage, before debut, he chats with Taemin everyday when returning home, is the member who is the most unanimous with his relaxation and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "If I meet an alien, I will definitely be scared at first, but after awhile when I get to know it, I will consider how to send it back home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Regardless of anything, no matter how many times he had performed on stage, whenever he hears his own song he will still get exceptionally excited, will lipsynch along, dance along, fidget around in his seat, even when he chokes on water he will still remain engrossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A very lively student in high school, able to digest English and Korean songs very well. Formed a band, composed music during that time, believes that if you truly like something, it is not difficult to persevere on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Understands the importance of heath, so does not eat stuff like instant noodles even when he is very hungry. To practise on an empty stomach is definitely tough, but in comparison, won't it feel really good to finally eat a full meal during breakfast? -- After tolerating for so long, it's finally time to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is not scared of the camera at all, a 180 degree display or 360 degree all show? Just state it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Feels that he is a good hyung, and a good dongsaeng to the members, if not for the fact that they always interrupt him which makes him flares up at them shouting "Keep quiet!" at times, his image is pretty perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Makes total and absolute preparation for everything, will even stay up overnight without sleep to prepare. If his progress does not meet his own expectations, he will feel restless and a little short tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Likes girls who seek novelty at times, is willing to accept the age gap of up to 6 years...What about 7 years?....8 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Why cover up if you make a mistake, just admit it truthfully won't it be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Taemin is very good, but too young. If he were to become a girl, it will be better to let Key be his boyfriend, setting aside the good personality, Key is very honest, which fits his view in life, refer to point 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Has a lot of notices, will show off to his members after returning to the dorm. Will also miss his members whom he don't know what they are doing while he is at certain shows/programs, if there is a chance, he will like to bring all his members along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The only secret to maintaining a good complexion despite a very hectic schedule is to simply maintain a positive mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is very proficient in the guitar, bass and piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Wakes up the earliest in the dorm, will wake up Key after he is done with washing up, Key will then wake Onew up, then Taemin and lastly, Minho -- "I am the one who wakes up the earliest! I am most confident about it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "How do I wash the rice? Why doesn't Key umma know?! ...So you have to wash it like this, Taemin? Wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matters needing attention:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious: A common puberty failing, it's a phase that all teenagers will experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The X catalyst: Commanding orders, such as "You want me to do this?", "You have to settle this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O catalyst: Be more natural at it, as long as you don't make him feel suppressed, he will always come to you, and is willing to endure hardship gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;credits: atlantis-x on Soompi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7810956768420062013?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7810956768420062013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7810956768420062013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7810956768420062013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7810956768420062013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-facts-about-jonghyun.html' title='20 Facts about JONGHYUN'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S_-w5kNLYdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jjCUKE0ROVQ/s72-c/jonghyuncd15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8164204929626610600</id><published>2010-05-26T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:11:22.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why the hell are there so many advertisements up in my tagboard? Tskkk, they are probably making use of this empty wasted space here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen there, keep clear of my blog if you wnna post those advertisements, because I'm gna make a comeback and revamp my blog from today onwards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I need to change: That freaking outdated photo of me in braces. But I do miss those days I had my braces on still, they are so much better than retainers, trust me. I'm a big hater of retainers. Retainers are nono! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing I need to change: From Tampines JC to NUS Sci Fac. Yeah man, finally I made a huge round and made it to the University I wanted tho its definitely not Medicine faculty. :( Still, I can dream, can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Maybe I should start upgrading to use livejournal or wordpress. They seem cooler for cool people like myself. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm definitely getting myself out of this workplace tomorrow. Its time to start packing my desk, bring home my waterbottle and jacket. Kudos to endurance! Enduring it for 5 months was way beyond what I could imagine! And I'm definitely looking forward to the jobless couch potato lifestyle! I'm gna stay home and spazz over Korean variety and drama shows, sleep, go out shopping, swim and play badminton! Just one more day to go~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8164204929626610600?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8164204929626610600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8164204929626610600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8164204929626610600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8164204929626610600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-hell-are-there-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6077977328133215153</id><published>2010-03-03T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:48:29.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys! I am back here again! I think you guys should know that tomorrow is the release of A levels results. MISS CHRISTINA CHOY PEI PEI should be feeling very very jittery now. So, good luck to all who are collecting their results tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6077977328133215153?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6077977328133215153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6077977328133215153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6077977328133215153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6077977328133215153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guys-i-am-back-here-again-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>..::~JaSoN~::..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058663736048465289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7553877040199261223</id><published>2010-02-20T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:03:13.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Jason Wo,&lt;br /&gt;You've been updating my blog! :) Good good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there people! Be patient, I'd be blogging soon again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7553877040199261223?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7553877040199261223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7553877040199261223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7553877040199261223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7553877040199261223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-jason-wo-youve-been-updating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3763051263849551445</id><published>2010-02-15T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:44:34.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One, You're a dream come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two, just wanna be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three, boy its plain to see that you're the only one for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; Fourth, repeat steps 1 2 3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five, make you fall in love with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its once again, the one-year-one-time big event: Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh seriously, hate CNY a lot. Have to help out with cleaning the house (but its not like I've done a lot, still, I HATE DOING HOUSEWORK), prepare for reunion dinner, shop for clothes, get busy with last minute work. Thank god, its already day 2!&lt;br /&gt;But, it means starting work sooon again on Wed. Or should I take leave? So tired of working life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I doubt I can ever get to drink so much alcoholic drinks like I've done in the last three days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peektures are up on Fb, but I didnt take much photos with cousins/relatives. 'Cause I didnt carry a bag w me, my camera's in Mummy's bag, I was too lazy to get it out and snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, lost the mood to blog already, just a quickie update :) See you guys ard sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3763051263849551445?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3763051263849551445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3763051263849551445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3763051263849551445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3763051263849551445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-youre-dream-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6295177570480447010</id><published>2010-02-13T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:41:29.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you have a great Lunar New Year and Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i think i am going to start spamming your posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6295177570480447010?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6295177570480447010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6295177570480447010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6295177570480447010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6295177570480447010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-everyone-wish-you-have-great.html' title=''/><author><name>..::~JaSoN~::..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058663736048465289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5763829947887713358</id><published>2010-02-12T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:34:19.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone, Miss Choy is currently very very busy and very very tired hence the emptiness over here. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5763829947887713358?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5763829947887713358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5763829947887713358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5763829947887713358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5763829947887713358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>..::~JaSoN~::..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058663736048465289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7488883865078460683</id><published>2010-02-04T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:11:10.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey boy I would of thought that when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I'd be broken with my confidence gone... so bummed...&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy I would of thought that when you said that you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel ugly n sense something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the mirror... my skin's never been clearer&lt;br /&gt;My smile's never been brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' fresh n brand new&lt;br /&gt;Since you said "that we're through"&lt;br /&gt;Done... with your lies&lt;br /&gt;Baby now my tears dried&lt;br /&gt;You can see my brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'd never would of thought that when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel sexy n so good in my skin again&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never would of known that&lt;br /&gt;I'd be dreamin' so much better without you in my head&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the mirror... my clothes never fit better&lt;br /&gt;My life's never been brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' fresh n brand new&lt;br /&gt;Since you said "that we're through"&lt;br /&gt;Done... with your lies&lt;br /&gt;Baby now my tears dried&lt;br /&gt;You can see my brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby my body's lookin' better than before&lt;br /&gt;Ain't bitin' my nails since you walked out of that door&lt;br /&gt;I realized now I deserve so much more than what you give&lt;br /&gt;Than what you give (than what you give...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' fresh n brand new&lt;br /&gt;Since you said "that we're through"&lt;br /&gt;I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' fresh n brand new&lt;br /&gt;Since you said "that we're through"&lt;br /&gt;Done... with your lies&lt;br /&gt;Baby now my tears dried&lt;br /&gt;You can see my brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' fresh n brand new&lt;br /&gt;Since you said "that we're through"&lt;br /&gt;Done... with your lies&lt;br /&gt;Baby now my tears dried&lt;br /&gt;You can see my brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good without you&lt;br /&gt;I look so good, I look so good without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, made me feel much better and reminded me that I do not need a shorter hairdo. :) I'm just fine with the current me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7488883865078460683?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7488883865078460683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7488883865078460683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7488883865078460683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7488883865078460683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-boy-i-would-of-thought-that-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6517251800900333337</id><published>2010-01-31T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:12:12.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ughh morning earthlings! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for talking to Jason Wo on the phone for almost 2 hrs last night, I woke up with a relapse of terrible sore throat again! :( &amp;amp; I don't know how come we've got so much crap to talk about, lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I was dragged out of bed at 8am today, as usual, my dad would just open my room door hard, pull away our blankets and announce time to wake up. So its never a good idea trying to sleep nude at home. LOL. Yeah, I would probably NEVER try to sleep nude, omg, yucks. HAHA. Got dressed and had to accompany them down to the market for breakfast if not my dad would be like complaining, how come your friend ask you go for breakfast early in the morning you so fast agree, but when we ask you go, have to like beg you! Wah laooooooo, he's sucha bitch all the time. HAHA. &amp;amp; Maybe thats how I was sucha bitch too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after months of nagging by mummy &amp;amp; my irritating lil sister (I suspects she got jie pi) to do some room cleaning &amp;amp; packing all the stupid thick files, I'm doing it later. :( I might need to wear this disgusting mask because omgosh, the dust might just fall everywhere. =X Yes, my room is really that dirty, HAHAH. But wtf, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's SUNDAY. One thing to make me happy yet another hurts to think about it. Sunday! Tomorrow's Monday, work work work. :( BUT, new episode of Autumn's concerto &amp;amp; Hi My Sweetheart will be out! :) Vanness &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG, I NEED TO PACK MY ROOM ALREADY, FAINTS. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6517251800900333337?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6517251800900333337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6517251800900333337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6517251800900333337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6517251800900333337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/ughh-morning-earthlings-so-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8332399074662740864</id><published>2010-01-31T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:53:58.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap?</title><content type='html'>you know why we have so much to to talk about? COS WE ARE FULL OF CRAP! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8332399074662740864?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8332399074662740864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8332399074662740864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8332399074662740864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8332399074662740864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/crap.html' title='crap?'/><author><name>..::~JaSoN~::..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058663736048465289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2527321447445688456</id><published>2010-01-30T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:55:49.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant comprehend why is it so hard to shop for CNY's clothes this year. This year, I shopped with Joz, Pew and sister at Far East plaza, Forever 21 and couldn't find anything suitable for Chinese New Year. Its like mostly are glittery and blingbling, which I totally hate it 'cause it seemed like they are all much more appropriate for clubbing experiences, rather than acting as a good kid who just finished As in front of all the relatives and elders. Ugh. So, Pew went off for her church service while the rest of us headed to Bugis Street, hoping for something presentable we could get. Daddy called, asked if I was done w our shopping and if we wanna have dinner together, but OMG, at that point of time (it was already like 5pm, we started shopping at ard 1130am -.-), me and Joz still haven't got anything for ourselves, sighhhhh. We ended up walking practically the whole street, and I tell you, I had shopped at Bugis Street for countless of times already, they just keep showing the same reptitive stuff which is so not my style and I hate those rubbery types at the back of the dress/top. The rubber part just makes the whole dress/top looks so cheap and not classy, yucks. Sister was like complaining here and there saying I was picky, and I wasn't. Those tops &amp;amp; dresses are so omgish, I can do without them yknow! Hahahahaha, shitz, I'm sounding damn bitchy here, but whatever. And to make this shopping trip even harder, Mummy told me I can only wear clothes that are blue/green (omg, I hate greeeeeeeeen!). I'm forbidden to wear my favourite clothes - white &amp;amp; red. :( I was superduper sad 'cause when I go shopping, I look at those white dresses/tops first, then see if other colours catch my eye. Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I got this nice floral dress which looked formal/cute/lady dress together with Joz, and another nice polka dotted top, totally lovez the top! :) My first polka dotted top in my closet, yknow! I would still need to go shopping w Mummy tomorrow agn 'cause she said she saw this nice red (omg, she loves to wear red during CNY, how superstitious) top at This Fashion. Actually, This Fashion has like nice stuff at times, you just need to know how to search and scan for those good stuff. &amp;amp; I so need to get the shorts from Cotton On and my new flats (I guess? Since I have to do lotsa walking &amp;amp; visiting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a really good meetup with Pew and Joz, miss them terribly last night as you can see from my previous entry. Gossiped and more gossips. Hahahahha! Let's keep them all a secret, it would be bad (really bad) if those people see the gossips here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no photos for this meet up 'cause I totally forgot I've got my camera in my bag, opps.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall get back to facebook already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommending Autumn's Concerto, its gooooooood, a drama that makes you tear (maybe a lil). :) Vanness' hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2527321447445688456?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2527321447445688456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2527321447445688456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2527321447445688456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2527321447445688456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-comprehend-why-is-it-so-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8937992441574683497</id><published>2010-01-30T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:06:01.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432223800695519490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S2Miw_zg-QI/AAAAAAAAAvk/x9rmLsYc5Qg/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S2MiwevesNI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MMvuthlJnPU/s1600-h/5815_98158321585_726086585_2262214_3295387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432223791820222674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S2MiwevesNI/AAAAAAAAAvc/MMvuthlJnPU/s320/5815_98158321585_726086585_2262214_3295387_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S2MiwLfQvNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Og7IJVUw77Q/s1600-h/9526_155018007382_787757382_2510585_5409693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432223786651925714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S2MiwLfQvNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Og7IJVUw77Q/s320/9526_155018007382_787757382_2510585_5409693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I thought i might need to update this already-dying blog, but I doubt anybody else will still read it cause everytime they pop by, they see no new updates and they got tired of visiting by. But of course, I still miss typing in here and kind of feeling nostalgic about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, THIS POST MAY BE A LIL LONG. PARDON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing for past 1 month or so after the big As are over?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've tasted how felt like to be an adult, having early mornings, face the whole closet of clothes, yet have nothing to wear, and then get dressed in a hurry and squeezed the damn bus so as to reach workplace on time, and then in the morning, I had to face a whole bunch of people at workplace with a nice smile. And thats what I practically hate about, if you had known me well enough, you'll just realize that every schoolday morning I would pull an unhappy face to school and just sit there staring into the sky, doing nothing at all. Now, I cant believe I had to fake a smile every morning because I'm placed at the General Office counter and its a lil like a service kinda job, sighhhh. Till now, I understood why Mummy is always saying its much easier being a student, because all I need to do is to excel in exams, do my homework &amp;amp; be a model student (or at least, act to be one). And so this is why Daddy comes home everyday after work with a black face, now I totally understand its because he faced tremendous stress at work. Yeah, if you've been following the unhappy case that happened ages ago between me and my dad, you would probably realize that I've grown up (BUT I wouldnt totally say I've matured because I know I still do not know many things, and I need time to learn from each mistakes I made in life) &amp;amp; tried to understand his situation. But again, its not like my work ain't interesting at all, in fact, I really love being around with them. :) Like having much fun w the younger generation temp staff tho they're still all older than me, or the love &amp;amp; warmth I always felt from Cady's morning hugs, Marina's care whether I'm recovering from my fever, and the nice big big gathering for the TDS Staff. Tho I just joined in, but it felt like I've been in this big family for a very long time already, and was welcomed with such tremendous warmth. :) I'm loving it, seriously, just that perhaps I still havent got used to working life, or I'm just being nolstagic about the student lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to give advice to those still schooling, I would say cherish those moments you still have in school. Because once you graduate, you will find it so hard to find time to go back to school just to have a small talk with those teachers who once really cared so much about you and had so much high expectations about you, or make some time to spend worthy time with those buddies you made in school, because everyone would have just moved on with life, and have their own stuff to get busy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, am I the only one still stuck in the past, and not moving on. I still havent figured out what course I want in Uni, I still haven't got over him tho I always say I want to. I just realized that everyone's telling me to give up, but no one has told me how should I go about doing it, because I have no idea how I should just let this r/s go. Everytime he approaches me, I go back to him once again, and I just cannot control myself, its like I'm totally losing myself in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I just want to go back to those days when I complained too much about school and dread so much about having to stand in the field, listening to Helen Choo giving her everyday blessings, I do miss it actually, because that time is the only time I stand beside to Cherie and touch her flabs (I miss my dear Cherie a lot a lot), or stand infront of Sandu/Syl and always talking to them/hugging them, or gossiping with Joz and PW about TV dramas, and Jan of course I wouldn't miss her out, everytime need to persuade her to come school. I miss them, can they hear this? Syl is farfarfar away in U.S now, I think she's going to study there in the future :( Maybe Joz would go Aus too, since she took SAT already. Then, E's going army. :( Jan, Idk, its like we lost contact sighhh. Pew, I miss your every little encouragement note, I had them all pinned up on this board in front of my study desk, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those softball trainings as well, where I always tried to do okay but I never always did, because I suck at it. I miss those OCIP people too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhh, how sad, I still need to move on with life, because its another new year, I've grown a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were young, we always wished to grow up faster, but when we are already grown ups, we wish to remain as it is/go back to the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8937992441574683497?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8937992441574683497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8937992441574683497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8937992441574683497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8937992441574683497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-i-might-need-to-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/S2Miw_zg-QI/AAAAAAAAAvk/x9rmLsYc5Qg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1860315834656712902</id><published>2010-01-20T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:05:06.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You said I am just like a younger sister to you.&lt;br /&gt;But can I prove to you once I can be someone more than who you think what role I'm suited for?&lt;br /&gt;You give a pat on my head as if you're doing the same to a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;But can we have more than just that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my memories didnt have such a strong hold over me.&lt;br /&gt;When can these chains of bondage ever be broken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1860315834656712902?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1860315834656712902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1860315834656712902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1860315834656712902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1860315834656712902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-said-i-am-just-like-younger-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1748318181573158029</id><published>2010-01-07T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:34:48.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me reveal who's the mystery blogger:&lt;br /&gt;Drums roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON WO! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; PS. I love short hair ft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1748318181573158029?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1748318181573158029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1748318181573158029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1748318181573158029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1748318181573158029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me-reveal-whos-mystery-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2975969776212395961</id><published>2010-01-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:50:34.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO! :D</title><content type='html'>Here is the mystery blogger posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Christina Choy just cut her hair yesterday and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPOhPB56Hag/S0U2Sk2lSQI/AAAAAAAAAos/vWmh0FzG8yg/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPOhPB56Hag/S0U2Sk2lSQI/AAAAAAAAAos/vWmh0FzG8yg/s400/P1010098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423801018995788034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2975969776212395961?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2975969776212395961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2975969776212395961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2975969776212395961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2975969776212395961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-d.html' title='HELLO! :D'/><author><name>..::~JaSoN~::..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18058663736048465289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hPOhPB56Hag/S0U2Sk2lSQI/AAAAAAAAAos/vWmh0FzG8yg/s72-c/P1010098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8599717845519095620</id><published>2010-01-01T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:32:46.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I still remember clearly the love I left behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2010,&lt;br /&gt;2009 had been a tough and shitty year, I'm hoping you will be a great year to look forward to. With the Alevels bugging my mind in 2009, I missed out lots and tons of fun, neglected friends and family, so 2010, please remind me constantly that I need to rid those habits. :)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had dinner with Fangs, Yenn and P @ Fisherman Wharfe, the food was nice, w big portion and cheap! It was sucha good deal. We planned to go Timbre but we supposed we're too late to get the tickets for the party so we just head for P's place. Played mj, watched tv, painted nails (HAH, we're quite bored and vain), chatted. It was a lil quiet countdown, but it was nice having them around and anticipate the new year together. &amp;amp; so we sleptover at her place. Let's do this every year man, girls! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sucha long time of freezing up my blog, it feels weird having to blog down things. All the things I wanna say just arent coming out right, and I'm hoping I could have part of them out, nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will be a awesome year ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not, because I'm still in the midst of a cold war w my mum. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy New Year peepos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8599717845519095620?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8599717845519095620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8599717845519095620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8599717845519095620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8599717845519095620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-still-remember-clearly-love-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5201417057842670140</id><published>2009-12-20T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:21:26.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top 5 songs playing in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. Almost - Tamia&lt;br /&gt;2. Let it slide - Nikki Flores&lt;br /&gt;3. Wish I was her - Amy Pearson&lt;br /&gt;4. Miss you more - BB Mak&lt;br /&gt;5. Love like that - Wisnu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5201417057842670140?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5201417057842670140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5201417057842670140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5201417057842670140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5201417057842670140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-5-songs-playing-in-my-mind-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1494509332664169906</id><published>2009-12-16T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:10:47.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot! I need to have a haircut and dye my hair! This is an urgent need! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;alert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1494509332664169906?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1494509332664169906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1494509332664169906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1494509332664169906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1494509332664169906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-i-forgot-i-need-to-have-haircut-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4974266962372105349</id><published>2009-12-16T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:40:40.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, its really convenient having a laptop, cause I seriously hate using desktop since my desktop is placed in the living room. &amp;amp; it sucks to have like some people occasionally looking into the screen and see what I'm blogging. Plus, its so much better to lie on the bed and blog. Heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;Im just hoping the heat doesnt burn my bedsheet, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, latest updates yeah, I'm starting work tomorrow at TP Design school, doing admin work mainly in the GO. &amp;amp; I cant wait for their honeymoon holiday to end so I could perhaps like meet some sec school friends for lunch or so what. I'm kind of excited to start work tomorrow, but Cam was like complaining how little time left we have to meet up. Please, I'm like always available, and she's always the one who cannot make it on weekends, now she's complaining. Ironic, isn't that? I hope she sees this anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been urging me to get a job ever since like the start of Dec, yeah, now she's got her wish alright. And she keep demanding like half of my pay. Seriously, I dont know who's working right here and there she is, trying to loot away my pay. I doubt I will even have enough to spend given that I have to save up like a huge part of it for future use (University okay, sigh), and revamp my wardrobe since Xmas season is here, and LOTS OF SALE going on! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get: (Er they're like mainly wants, but of course, some are NEEDS)&lt;br /&gt;1. new jeans for work (good excuse huh)&lt;br /&gt;2. a new v-neck shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. a racerback&lt;br /&gt;4. leggings/tights/jeggings (omg, this is a serious need!)&lt;br /&gt;5. perhaps a new sandals or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, those could practically make up a new outfit, but whatever! I doubt they cost much. Hmm, maybe just invest 100 bucks in them :) Oh, first and foremost, I NEED TO PAY THE REPAIR UNCLE AND GET HIM TO REPAIR THE DAMN AIR CON IN MY ROOM. I've been using the fan for like weeks already, and I cant stand it anymore, the whole freaking room is always so stuffy in the middle of the night, and I wake up so sweaty. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored already, I'm running out of sites to surf. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatherings to attend: (note to self)&lt;br /&gt;1. Mahjong session w Yen and Fangs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Softball farewell party on Fri, but MS hasn't inform me about the details. Shall see how.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sab Ma'am's baby Kayden's first month or something. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm outta here. See you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;PS. I hate it when its so sunny in the morning and then raining heavily in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4974266962372105349?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4974266962372105349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4974266962372105349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4974266962372105349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4974266962372105349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-its-really-convenient-having-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5673655175635943991</id><published>2009-12-14T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:27:17.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured out that compatibility does really matters in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It would be best if both are of the same age, same height, perhaps have the same interests and so what to make it work. Well, it was just too bad mine didn't work out perfectly as I wished it had. And I guess I figured it out the hard way. It hurt badly, but I believe, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just accept he just isn't the right one for me, ain't my half apple.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow, I will meet the right piece to the puzzle in my heart. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to wait. Wait patiently, my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5673655175635943991?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5673655175635943991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5673655175635943991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5673655175635943991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5673655175635943991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-figured-out-compatibility-does-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-46926336372048144</id><published>2009-12-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:59:18.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No worries, camera memory card is unlocked already, thanks to Jason for telling me that a SD card has got some slide switch, and Von for finding that stupid darn switch.&lt;br /&gt;This proves something: I'm not good at handling devices and IT stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I will refrain from it if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats exactly what I told E when he asked me why I dont have a facebook account. Well, now I do. :) 'Cause Im really damn bored and I need some stuff to kill time, at the same time, something that could help me rebuild my social circle once again. Man, I need a social life so badly. &amp;amp; Im really working on it hard. Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking twice, I cant possibly indulge in partying for the whole of 8 months of holidays. The holidays are really long, and thats the first time Im complaining about the duration of the break. So, I need to start looking for a job to support my shopping spree, I've already had my eyes on many items &gt;.&lt; Oh yes, and I need to start looking for a new direction. Y know, Im feeling kinda lost because there's no more school, no more everyday random stuff with friends (omg, I will seriously miss that like crazy). Its like a whole new journey, a brand new start before I enter university, and within this period of time, I will have to decide what I wanna head towards in the future. Sigh. If only I could have some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all for today. :) People, add me on facebook yeah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-46926336372048144?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/46926336372048144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=46926336372048144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/46926336372048144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/46926336372048144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-worries-camera-memory-card-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7402137784785785550</id><published>2009-12-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:49:29.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck, my camera memory card is locked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7402137784785785550?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7402137784785785550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7402137784785785550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7402137784785785550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7402137784785785550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-fuck-my-camera-memory-card-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2668930812450841761</id><published>2009-11-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:53:38.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D Hello peepos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im almost done with the damn A levels, just left with one more Bio Paper 1 to go. And in the meantime, I have like more than a week to study for it, which means, I could spend like a few days to go out and play and shop! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started the plan shopping with the clique at Buigs street and Far East ytd. Omg, I was darn happy I grabbed so good deals! :D I'm returning back to Buigs street w Cherie today to get a shirt I saw ytd and regret not getting it. Oh well, praying really hard it would still be on the rack! Please please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in case why you're thinking why Im not even mentioning a little abt As, its because I dont want to say its easy nor difficult, just in case the results show the opposite. Like, I may say ____ paper easy, but the result might be like some freaking E. Omg, I will just scream, cry and die. Okay, maybe not so extreme, but definitely I will be feeling super duper ultra disappointed, so I'd rather not talk about it until next year, Haha. For now, I will just move on and party! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, its not because I think I will do damn well thats why Im nonchalent about it. Rather, its because I dont think I will do that well, Im taking a normal kinda mood to deal with it. So whatever, I'm not aiming to get into NUS already, its tooo far-fetched for me, I can't reach it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, I think my mum will kill me now if she knows that Im eating my fav tarts in my room, and littered the table with those crumbs. HAHAH. Whatever, wait till I do my spring cleaning lahhhhh. I need to get rid of those stinky thick files, its damn disguisting and it hurts my eyes to even glance at them. Squints squints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to SKRCY annual camp later for a night! :D I bet they're like all MISSING me hahahahahha. I've not seen Jiahui for damn long! Like years okay! I miss that bimbo! And who else who else! Hoping to see my two best guy friends -- Zhiqi and Calvin, and then Gayatri, XL, Zamira, and omg, LPJ!!! I miss her like mad okay, omg, please let me see her later. I'm getting oh-so-excited now. I'm going to fly off to pack my bag! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people! Till the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2668930812450841761?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2668930812450841761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2668930812450841761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2668930812450841761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2668930812450841761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-hello-peepos-im-almost-done-with-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2731920509085691705</id><published>2009-11-09T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:11:33.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In just another 12 hours or so, I would probably be freaking out like some live fish on the barbecue grill. Man, Im already feeling super duper ultra mega nervous, and I'm so nervous till at this point of time (1am), I'm still up reading/mugging and checking out channel news asia for recent news because I've not been reading up on news. Practically everyone reads the news for the preparatory work for GP. Damn damn damn, I feel damn screwed, given the fact that I've not even touched the econs (3 books and like 2 files to mug for) and like read Bio application, and Math stats. I'm seriously ggfied. OHMYGOD. OMG. WHY ARE A LEVELS HERE SO FAST! OMG. I FEEL SUPER UNPREPARED. MAY GOD BLESS ME. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm glad I own my own laptop now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2731920509085691705?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2731920509085691705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2731920509085691705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2731920509085691705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2731920509085691705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-just-another-12-hours-or-so-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1744540320883455508</id><published>2009-10-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:19:36.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could feel the soreness in my muscles, the lactic acid building up in every cell of my body. Why does it feels like its killing me to speed up for the very last lap of this race? I keep thinking, about just another 2 weeks, I'm about to face my greatest fear. And upon the thought of that, my stomach can't help twirling, like a few thousand butterflies eating up my stomach gut wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, I will figure all those out while doing the preparation work. And I will "get my brain to fire up all the remaining energy and power from every single cell from your body."(Quoted from Jason) Till then, I don't freaking care whether the lactic acid floods every cell of my body and result in crenation of cells. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1744540320883455508?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1744540320883455508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1744540320883455508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1744540320883455508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1744540320883455508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-could-feel-soreness-in-my-muscles.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8580158279750320156</id><published>2009-10-16T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:02:05.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This day finally arrives -- Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, its not like As are over. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, SEND ME THE PHOTOOOS OKAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8580158279750320156?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8580158279750320156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8580158279750320156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8580158279750320156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8580158279750320156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-day-finally-arrives-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8373785250359897243</id><published>2009-10-04T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:29:10.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift- Fifteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its the morning of your very first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say hi to your friends you aint seen in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try and stay out of everybodys way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its your freshman year and youre gonna be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the next four years in this town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know I havent seen you around, before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre gonna believe them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when youre fifteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling like there nothing to figure out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well count to ten, take it in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is life before who youre gonna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fifteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and soon enough youre best friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughing at the other girls who think theyre so cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well be out of here as soon as we can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then youre on your very first date and hes got a car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and youre feeling like flying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and youre momas waiting up and you think hes the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and youre dancing round your room when the night end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the night ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tell you they love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre gonna believe them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when youre fifteen and your first kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes your head spin round but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your life youll do greater than dating the boy on the football team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I didnt know it at fifteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind and we both cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre gonna believe them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when youre fifteen, dont forget to look before you fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive found that time can heal most anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you just might find who youre supposed to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didnt know who I was supposed to be at fifteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La la la la la .. la la la la la . La la la la la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre very first day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a deep breath girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a deep breath as you walk through those doors.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about the graduation which would come in another &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; days time. How fast time passed. It just seemed like it was yesterday when I was still complaining and dreading the fact that I had to wear that fungi green color uniform for the rest of my JC life. And as I looked back on the days I had spent in TPJC, I think I did more mugging than playing. Well, now that I've admitted that, Eugin, you can practically stop repeating your 'Go home MUGMUGMUGMUGMUG' quote on and off, like a machine. That's pretty sad, isn't it? But well at least, I still made some good friends and had my own circle of friends. So, I'm not just a pathetic oblivious mugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie and I were chatting online about how often people walk in and out of our lives, and sometimes, those that you wanna keep in your life tend to be those that walk out. And this was what I told her, 'Then perhaps, those that will leave a much more significant mark in your life wouldn't be able to walk in'. Yeah, can you believe it? Those are coming from me and Cherie! Well, you'll never guess that both of us can come up with something like that, on the topic of friends and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to accept the fact that, perhaps, now he's walking out of my life, and I'm doing nothing to stop him from doing so. &lt;strong&gt;But I know I can get over this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how would I react on 16th October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every hello ends with a goodbye.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Goodbyes are the hardest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8373785250359897243?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8373785250359897243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8373785250359897243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8373785250359897243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8373785250359897243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-hello-ends-with-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2596584317355639393</id><published>2009-09-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:14:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've learnt a &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; lesson. It hit me off the once-oh-steady ground, and now I'm still finding something firm to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt never to be greedy (not in terms of food, tsk), not to ask for more, and I shall be content with whatever I have now with me, for in case I lose everything I once had.&lt;br /&gt;I kept reminding myself that rule, but I was too lenient with myself, such that I thought I might be some special case, where greed might perhaps allows me to achieve something big.&lt;br /&gt;Now, its a big no-no, and I've just proved myself wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I swear, I cross my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I will not make the same mistake again, risking my own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if this time I passed my GP, it could jolly well be pure luck. It cannot make up for my 'fail' for Chemistry, with a pathetic grade (and I will keep it a secret). That grade, it will embarass me infront of my tutor, again I will be the stupidest student he's ever taught. That grade, will never be good enough for him. Come on, he expects an A okay, damn it. (I've got this urge to scold the F word but still, I need to refrain from it at least in my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know what damn reason I can come up with to at least convince him I was really in a very screwed up condition for Chemistry papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just prepare myself to be as small as possible during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this one and a half month, I could make a big difference. And as I told Pew, I wanna become Celebration 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Soon, I can at least be on par. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2596584317355639393?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2596584317355639393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2596584317355639393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2596584317355639393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2596584317355639393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-learnt-hard-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5020407957814783670</id><published>2009-09-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:14:35.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done w Prelims. Its probably the worst exam I've had in my life. It was horrendously done. Bad, ultimate. But whatever it is, I'm hecking it now, 'cause I really gonna enjoy myself for at least 1 week before getting back the drive to do the last sprint again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now, I'd rather not talk about that, it only reminds me how I lost 35 marks in Chem P3 and couldn't finish Chem P1. Chemistry is the main killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't help feeling a sense of liberation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5020407957814783670?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5020407957814783670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5020407957814783670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5020407957814783670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5020407957814783670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-done-w-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6567680022757135917</id><published>2009-09-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:21:31.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One and a half year of lectures, tests all come down to the one moment that stretches 2 hours long. While chasing with time, the sound of pens scribbling on the exam script could be heard distinctively. I looked up and tried so hard to push myself on. But I know clearly that this time round, being lucky and hardworking could no longer bring me through this hurdle. I need more than just those -- a little smarter brain, which I obviously don’t have. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Those papers were meant not to be finished, especially Biology. Their ulterior motive is to demoralize me so badly, and see how I crumble into rumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still have to go on, there's still like more papers to come after the Sept hols. And of course, the Big As to conquer. I could not afford to be weak at this point. But, I don't like being strong either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6567680022757135917?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6567680022757135917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6567680022757135917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6567680022757135917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6567680022757135917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-and-half-year-of-lectures-tests-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2357704146531071693</id><published>2009-08-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:23:01.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Beside your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- I know this is weird, but I love nuzzling against my neck. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- :( Its time to do my 2 GP essays.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person/people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, it was during National Day I think. W Joz, Sandu, Syl, Pew, Jan and Veronika.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, very. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;- Yupz, but I think they'll not let me?&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was the opposite of the sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, and its still going steady. :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really.&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;- 'Wow, he cuts everything and anything.' By Pew.&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;- How to write the introduction for "Desperate times call for desperate measures" essay.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you need someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really, 'cause I'm blasting my songs now.&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Roughly around 2 after watching Arsenal vs Portmouth&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Its a camp tee.&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, Im thinking of Taylor Swift, how come her songs so addictive?&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;- Pew, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Im not doing the other questions, its sucha waste of time. WJ, better not tag me w this kind of things okay. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao guys, off to do my GP essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2357704146531071693?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2357704146531071693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2357704146531071693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2357704146531071693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2357704146531071693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3999556158946730963</id><published>2009-08-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:06:36.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I wish you could bring me along w you. I'm missing you real bad. Those memories are overwhelming. Yet, all I can do is to close my eyes for a few seconds, savour and taste them vividly, before they fade away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a new desktop screen, its really screwed. And its getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;But then, its not like I'm using it so often, so alrightttttttt, I shall just bear w it until after As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyyyyyyy, Jason, you have like 775 entries and I only have 757, I thought I blogged for a longer time than you did? Hmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this whole week was crazy, really insane. It was packed with so many tests ongoing straight, then w freaking 2 essays and 1 essay outline to do. Tsk, I've been spamming coffee down my poor stomach system (Yknow, I always go to the toilet after drinks w milk content) to keep myself awake, and so now, I'm officially a coffee-drinker, I don't drink coffee in the past okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hoping next week I could have some breathing space in school, but then now, according to schedule, they should be at least 2 tests again. ARGH, I hate this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get over and done w As. And then go on holiday trips and perhaps, do some voluntary work overseas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I know, it will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, take larger steps, and make the last sprint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3999556158946730963?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3999556158946730963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3999556158946730963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3999556158946730963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3999556158946730963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-you-could-bring-me-along-w-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8315484826671736564</id><published>2009-08-03T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:02:44.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;容祖兒 - 這就是愛嗎&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你確定這就是愛嗎&lt;br /&gt;真的愛我嗎&lt;br /&gt;手牽著手漫步斜陽 就當作浪漫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩個人眺望遠方&lt;br /&gt;以爲愛的晴朗&lt;br /&gt;當我回頭望 卻 已淚濕了眼眶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當夕陽變成星光 當愛情換了方向&lt;br /&gt;你一如過往 對愛太緊張&lt;br /&gt;但未來又會怎樣&lt;br /&gt;未知的明天總讓我徬徨&lt;br /&gt;誰給我力量&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不怕你 愛不愛我&lt;br /&gt;只害怕你 以為愛我&lt;br /&gt;抓緊我 不算擁有 你總學不會放手&lt;br /&gt;我不怕你 不懂愛我&lt;br /&gt;只怕你 把習慣 當作愛&lt;br /&gt;你猜不透 我要什麼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喔 你猜不透 我要什麼 &lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I took the pink form from the GO and had to leave school early. Darn the cramps. It was like f pain, and I still had to do the Qigong and Mass dance for Aces Day during PE. And it was up to the point where I can no longer endure the pain, I made a call to Mummy and made arrangements with her to get a number with my family doctor. Then I head for the GO and spent the next 5 minutes there standing waiting for the OM to sign my form. Why can't he just sign it straight away, seriously, what's he doing man, can't he freaking see I'm in agony? Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Why do we have to go through such pain while the guys doesn't have to? Maybe, one day, we could switch roles and they probably wouldn't assume the role of being a woman is just purely, live off their husband's money and so what, think that we're just baby producing machines. Tsktsk. I don't like that labelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't deny that we're now living in a different timezone as before, and that most people are becoming more liberal. But still, there are still some people out there having those exact thoughts. So yeah, hopefully, I don't get that kind of life partner/mother-in-law in the future.&lt;br /&gt;But again, it's still too early to care about those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better start on my work now, I don't wanna waste time at home slacking while others are mugging hard in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8315484826671736564?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8315484826671736564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8315484826671736564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8315484826671736564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8315484826671736564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6931249248345648409</id><published>2009-08-02T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:05:45.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap, what's wrong w my blogger? I can't upload photos :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, just as what I've thought (and had been worrying for over a week), the Nanyang Concept Test is tough and challenging. It's definitely for the smart people, and sadly, I'm not part of them. After an hour, I still have like 40 questions to go. And I was really panicking. Even my ass was perspiring okay? You would be thinking I'm blowing things up a little, but no, I'm definitely not exaggerating. They draw something like a cyclohexene or whatever la, but its reacting like benzene, so what the hell they actually want man! I was practically scratching my scalp off, and I've already have little hair to begin with because I'm like balding due to work load stress. TSK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I wasn't intending to enter NTU either. I guess I was just temporarily tempted by the school's sponsor for the test, and immediately regretted it after signing up. I couldn't withdraw 'cause Syl said it would reflect badly on me. :( Pew said I could do it just for fun, Mummy said I could revise for Prelims anyway. So well, I turned up for the test and landed myself in such depression now (Okay, mild depression. &amp; Disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CUZZY (Okay, its superduper ultra weird calling you cuzzy. Yucks, my hair is practically standing up already.) But Wen Jun, yeah, this is still afterall for you. :) Study hard okay! This year's gonna be a really hectic year for all of us but we'll definitely get past it. Till then, we shall meet! :) A cousins meeting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, I'm off the net already, I've hooked on it for an hour  or so, it's time to get my ass on the Bio STAR assignment. See you guys soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, how do you define Love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6931249248345648409?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6931249248345648409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6931249248345648409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6931249248345648409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6931249248345648409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/crap-whats-wrong-w-my-blogger-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6312287463809831412</id><published>2009-07-31T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:17:24.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as I was having a sudden urge to blog here, I had a hard time coming to blogger.com. The stupid darn webpage cannot be displayed, but yeah, I still got here after making a little detour at P's blog, and then clicked the blogger icon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, life's like this I guess, always having to make a detour to suit those ever-changing plans, and get to the destination/goals. Crap, my computer screen is really screwed. Its blinking madly now, and its making me go blind cause the words displayed as I was typing is so blurry, I'm almost like not seeing whether I'm typing it right or not. SO, if this particular post is full of mistakes everywhere, pardon me alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been rather disgusting, and I'm really quite put off by the intensive revision timetable. MAN, REALLLY LITTLE TIME TO EAT! RAHHHHHHHHH! COME ON TIMETABLE COMMITTEE (Ah, we all know who are in that committee --- My favourite PE teacher, Commando Lee!!!!), I'M LIKE REALLY DEPRIVED OF THOSE NUTRITION I NEED TO GROW VERTICALLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lessons end at 6pm ALMOST EVERYDAY. Not to mention most nights I'd stay till 9pm in school w Pui Wah to study/mug. Everytime I reach home, I fall dead on my bed. The next morning, I refuse to wake up,&amp; I had to SNOOZE the stupid alarm on my phone for like 30 minutes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I wouldn't get burnt out by the time As arrive. If not, I'm really so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM tomorrow. Geez, wonder what Lim Jiin would tell my mum. Maybe not, since she only have like limited time to give out the result slips. Praying hard she won't mention me rolling my eyes everytime she spoke to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12AM ALREADY! I OUGHT TO BE SLEEPING! I don't want to end up sleeping in Math class tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More work to catch up on! Let's all stop speaking hypothetically. Make all those into action! WORK HARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6312287463809831412?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6312287463809831412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6312287463809831412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6312287463809831412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6312287463809831412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-as-i-was-having-sudden-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6162812465327759814</id><published>2009-07-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:39:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm a lot more motivated to study harder for Prelims which is just 5 more weeks away and As (2 and a half more months to go) because now I believe that hard work really does pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having to go through so many exams, be it major or unimportant tests, I could say that the results I've got for this time round was the most exhilarating and the most satisfactory of all I've ever gotten. ABB for 3 H2s (Chemistry, Biology and Math respectively) and BE for H1s (Econs, GP). I've never passed my GP once in any Semestral Assessments. Neither did I pass in Topical Test! :D My very first E grade. That's rather motivating, isn't it? But then again, given that I'm only at the E grade standard at this point of time (less than 111 days to As), it should be the time to panic. Okay, pardon me for having 5 sec to panic. Well, well, well, I hope I wouldn't get too carried away because its afterall only an SA. But seriously, I feel like I'm flying now, like 'am I in a dream?' or something. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just don't believe I could actually clinched that 10th position in the level. I never believed I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I got to get off the net to get started on work. Bye guys. Work hard together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in the meantime, I try not to have weird dreams and think of stuff that will keep me distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6162812465327759814?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6162812465327759814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6162812465327759814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6162812465327759814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6162812465327759814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/currently-im-lot-more-motivated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7308792117299283401</id><published>2009-07-13T07:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:51:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I could have a post-exam entry like 2 weeks ago, but I was thinking I'd rather wait till the results are out so I can totally just put two entries into one and then complain all at once. Well, I guess, I need not complain much this time, 'cause I'm rather satisfied with the results. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math and Chemistry were sweet and awesome. :) B and A for each respectively. Geex, I'm glad those efforts I put in paid off. B for Biology as well, an improvement from SA1, and at the same time, I guess I didn't really disappoint Miss Nora like the last time. I was hoping I don't have to talk to her personally again, trying to justify why I didn't meet up to her expectations. Well, I'm really.. You know, I'm bad at vocabulary, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, its the opposite case for GP, like extreme ends okay. :( But then again, what more can I expect when I've been consistently getting S and U grades for the past one and a half year? What the heck. Seriously, who gives a damn shit about Happiness and Contentment? Come on, I'm not that kind philosoph-ish person. But still, I'm was quite taken aback I didn't end up having a single digit for the compre part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all these could possibly be short-lived. So, it's time to move on and get the momentum to start studying again. Extra lectures and tutorials seem to be never-ending, always stretching the timetable up to 7pm. That makes it 12 hours straight in school. If we're lucky enough, we can cut it by 4 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, having friends around makes school more bearable and enjoyable. With all the laughter (though I'm always the one who gets mocked at) and giggles, its so much less torturing to stay awake in classes (Especially GP). This week was made better with a Sunday night out, celebrating Beat's birthday at Timbre @ Substation. It was a nice get-together with the usual OCIP gang. Perfectly the right time to reminisce the times back at Cambodia. Yunni got a little high after she drank my Long Island Iced Tea. Meng turned red but not drunk yet. Kun wei was the obvious one, walking all around the area, try convincing me he's not drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971463271378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SltWqHj4b1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/fCXNYrZcL0U/s320/IMG_1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971466732468850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SltWqUdEenI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HfuonS5BNj4/s320/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I look fat here. Damn. Damn. Damn. :( I need more Qi gong ACES Day workout with Mr Choo. H A H A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7308792117299283401?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7308792117299283401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7308792117299283401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7308792117299283401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7308792117299283401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-could-have-post-exam-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SltWqHj4b1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/fCXNYrZcL0U/s72-c/IMG_1863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3606671379528211596</id><published>2009-07-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:32:02.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a relatively foul mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3606671379528211596?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3606671379528211596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3606671379528211596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3606671379528211596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3606671379528211596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-in-relatively-foul-mood-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3303776198402453662</id><published>2009-05-31T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:43:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad the long-awaited June Holidays are finally here. :) One month of not attending school gives me the chance of meeting up friends, spend more time with Mum, watch more Dvds, and yes, of course, slogging my guts out for the upcoming Semestral Assessment. With a planned out study schedule, I realized in this one whole year, we've done so much &amp;amp; now, so much to revise, so much to study. Try having to study 14-15 topics for Chemistry, 17 topics for Biology and around 16 topics for Math for As. There's still Econs and GP to go. Just by planning out the schedule scares me. I fear, what if I'm a complete wreck and get the same nervous breakdown like I did for Promos, what if I don't reach my own expectations. UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the fear inside me, and yet I still have to continue with all these crap. This routine is tiring me out. And I refuse to admit so, because I know if I do, I would just give everything up, which obviously I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I'd not crash before As. :(&lt;br /&gt;I just want to release the real me from being hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3303776198402453662?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3303776198402453662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3303776198402453662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3303776198402453662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3303776198402453662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-glad-long-awaited-june-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1906009476286447164</id><published>2009-05-23T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:48:39.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNuSjVH3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/gTvd8O7twWc/s1600-h/P1000810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338680603432001394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNuSjVH3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/gTvd8O7twWc/s320/P1000810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNt0gXFdI/AAAAAAAAAus/UGBVIuLYXd8/s1600-h/P1000796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338680595366483410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNt0gXFdI/AAAAAAAAAus/UGBVIuLYXd8/s320/P1000796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNtf1zUFI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zv8_kzVAF0c/s1600-h/P1000792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338680589819269202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNtf1zUFI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zv8_kzVAF0c/s320/P1000792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNtCxemoI/AAAAAAAAAuc/P-llnboTLi4/s1600-h/P1000791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338680582016506498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNtCxemoI/AAAAAAAAAuc/P-llnboTLi4/s320/P1000791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I could keep time in a bottle.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, we are officially released from TPJC softball team. It was emotionally painful for me, partly because I thought I was just getting back the enjoyment of playing the sport, but only to lose it in a click of time. I hadn't had the full chance to realise how much I actually love this game, and now, we have to end it here. And the bad thing is, we ended it with a horribly played match against RJC. It was so hard to hold back those tears when Coach was scolding us. Even till the last official training, I had to hear the anger in his tone and see the disappointed expression on his face. And then, there was this mini girls' talk, images of us enduring through those scorching and sweltering hot sunny trainings flashed past my mind, those bruises we had, and all those constant encouragement for each other, I guess I can probably never find it anywhere else. Only in you girls, I can get the assurance and confidence. A taupok from the team was making me breathless yet exhilarating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe, TPJC Softball may be just a tiny chapter in my book of life, but it definitely had to be one of the most interesting chapter of all. For now, it would only be a break, a short 6 months break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1906009476286447164?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1906009476286447164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1906009476286447164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1906009476286447164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1906009476286447164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-in-bottle.html' title='Time in Bottle'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/ShbNuSjVH3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/gTvd8O7twWc/s72-c/P1000810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6680215395610395916</id><published>2009-05-11T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:58:41.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers' Day Celebration 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SgkdZ7R7xcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/czxOa5Fw6CE/s1600-h/portrait_of_a_rose_by_CrisisCorps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334827564843910594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SgkdZ7R7xcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/czxOa5Fw6CE/s320/portrait_of_a_rose_by_CrisisCorps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year, the Mothers' Day celebration isn't as mundane as previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as early as 8.15am on Sunday only to find that my mum's no longer at home, so I texted her a 'Happy Mummy's Day' while walking out to TM. Breakfast with Kevan at Macs and then shopped around in TM to find the right Mothers' Day gift. I'm like searching for some last minute present, and I really wished I had saved up a week ago for a better gift. It was kind of frustrating to look for something that suits her yet within my budget. And we were like deciding and strolling between BHG and Isetan. Finally decided on a bag which I assume she'd like it, costs me $36. Tsk tsk, I only had $17 with me. Yes, I know its PATHETIC. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a ride home on his red mat bike. Though the breeze was really cooling due to the rain, I was still, afraid of the water might just splash up at me when he goes too fast. Luckily, I reached home, as dry as before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a little Integration revision. gave Mum the present and a grin flashed across her face. Woah, I was super relieved to see such a scene, 'cause I wasn't really sure whether she would like the bag I got her. Then I'm out again, with family, heading for Grandma's place. It was a Mothers' Day celebration cum her 80th Birthday bash. Initially, it was kind of boring, I had only my sister to talk to. Things started turning better during the cake-cutting. My cousin's husband was asking her to use her mouth to take out the candle which was pushed all the way down into the cake. She did so, and then his hand pushed her head down. There was then, a spontaneous burst of laughter in the house. And she came up, with the cream on her face. HAHAHAHAHAHA! All of us were all laughing like crazy, hugging our stomachs given we had a heavy buffet lunch. Even my aunt had to hold on to me for support. My grandma then 'ran' (which is around our speed of walking) to the sink to wash her face. When she was back, she told me, 'ugh, got the cream smell'. LOL! Though the whole incident was playing vividly in my mind everytime I recall, I can't stop laughing out. Oh, she's so cute, and that's where I probably got my genes from. HAHAHA! And I think she was really happy to have all 4 generations together in the house to celebrate for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 80th Birthday, ah ma. Stay healthy always, and I love you. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, not forgetting my mum, Happy Mothers' Day! I have to be selfish and say this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, take care of your health, stay healthy, because I need you, Von needs you. Though you always say, 没有人没了谁是不可以生存的, but I'm sure the both of us would be an exception, 因为若我们没了你，我们肯定不能生存的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll love you always, till the sun comes out from the west, till the oceans dry up.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I say this before you go to sleep each night, I really mean 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/12782551-6680215395610395916?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6680215395610395916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6680215395610395916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6680215395610395916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6680215395610395916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-celebration-2009.html' title='Mothers&apos; Day Celebration 2009'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SgkdZ7R7xcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/czxOa5Fw6CE/s72-c/portrait_of_a_rose_by_CrisisCorps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-9155831079213527039</id><published>2009-05-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:08:40.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SgRY6qwALbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1TWa7_J0p58/s1600-h/Busy_Life_by_UniqueCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333485623644794290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SgRY6qwALbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1TWa7_J0p58/s320/Busy_Life_by_UniqueCopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite having the public holidays to chill out a little, the month of May still, have been a frenzy one, with many tests, assignments going on and even Nationals have already started. Suddenly, there was an urgent need to juggle and manage time wisely, so that I wouldn't get so panicky over undone stuff and get choked down by committements. Yet, it was surprising to know, even for myself to realize, I could actually make things better by looking it from another perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like say, though National JC won the match, but I guess I wasn't really doing that badly during the match. At least I got two runners out and scored a run though it was a hit by pitch after all, tsk tsk. I was sort of glad that I could score a run due to that because whenever I hit the ball, it only goes out into the infielders as the ball refuses to go out into the outfielders. Either that or I simply can't judge the ball/ get the timing right. So, now I've got a huge ugly big bruise on my thigh which I go around 'flashing' it to people, and they will scream in disgust, HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, we're left with 3 more matches, the upcoming one against VJC. Uh, we all know the outcome, but we were like, No, we can't make it so easy for them to get past us even if we're going to lose, we shall put on a tough fight! And this really motivates me during training :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there were still times when I let those stupid emotions go wild, and start getting so pissed off and act as a total bitch. I couldn't handle those small jokes that my clique had on me. I go to school with a 'black' face, and I bet no one dares to approach me with a smiley face in the morning. But, oh well, I'm glad enough this tough week's coming to an end, and it's going to be a brand new start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, the short bonding time I had with XY, Porky, Fiona and Su tonight made the horrible week a much better. Way better, I can say. :) It's really great to have them in the team, going through the trainings together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, one last yet important thing on my mind. Jason, could you please please reply my messages or give me a call? I'm seriously worried about you when I couldn't get you via phone since yesterday. Let me know about your MRI scan asap please. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the next post, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-C &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-9155831079213527039?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/9155831079213527039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=9155831079213527039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9155831079213527039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9155831079213527039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/month-of-may.html' title='Month of May'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SgRY6qwALbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1TWa7_J0p58/s72-c/Busy_Life_by_UniqueCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4068844248855893423</id><published>2009-04-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T04:37:24.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I tried twice at the password before getting into this Dashboard. That proves how long I haven't been here, blogging. Anyway, let's make this short and sweet, to satisfy you guys. Wait, I should correct that, because obviously, there has been a decline in the number of readers popping by this blog from the lack of response in my almost dying tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had been rather hectic lately, with my mind still not suited to the recent buzz and especially the torturing 'mood-swinging' weather. Eventually my body machine gave in and kind of broke down and gave me a green warning card. I was down with flu on last Sunday, and then it was fine on Monday. Who knows it would be back to visit me again on Tues night, and by the next day, I was already soaking my nose in tons of tissue papers. On Wed night itself, I guess I was having fever (P.S I was drifting in and out of sleep, so I have no idea!), thus I skipped school on Thurs to rest and recuperate. But, till now, I am yet to fully recover, with runny nose occassionally during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to skip trainings on Wed and Fri this week is making me kind of, hmm, how should I say it? Detached from working out and training hard together with my teammates? And what's more when A div's are just around the corner. 6th May would be the very first match against NJC, if there aren't any last minute changes. A fierce match I guess. We're hoping we could at least win them in this match and not be the 6th out of 6 schools. The last time we had a match with them was in SRC when we were still not familiar with the rules and the plays. But this time would be different! :) Let's rock on, TP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously impressed at the speed I'm typing now. I used to say I'm not rather good at expressing thoughts in here, but it seems alright now. Perhaps because my brain had been working itself out during the weekends, preventing it from being rusty and therefore, words just flow in and in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's Monday tomorrow again. Long terrible school day, with classes ending on at 6pm (I'm down for Math STAR, thats why, tsk). Tuesday's the only early day I have. The other remaining days, I think I'll only reach home at 6.30 earliest. That would probably mean that I'd be so tired out that I'll just smack my nice smooth bed straight. :( Which is so not a good thing 'cause SA2 is in er, 1 month's time? (Screams!) As are coming as well (Double screams!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, this coming Fri is a public holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post then,&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos, C signing off. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4068844248855893423?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4068844248855893423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4068844248855893423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4068844248855893423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4068844248855893423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-i-tried-twice-at-password-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1495794153498556875</id><published>2009-03-30T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:09:43.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The month of March had been a rather hectic one, with SRC carnival matches hogging the weekends and weekdays packed with pure mugging sessions for the Semestral Assessment. Despite the month is coming to an end already and all the major events are over, there's still no remaining time to let down the huge stone within, for even a day. Now, embarking on a new month, I'm now forced to start this whole cycle once again, having to juggle between studies, friends, family and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A C grade for Chemistry have probably woke me up from my comfort zone. I don't know if I should appear to be upset because it's not as what I expected or be relieved that I scored a C. Then, Biology paper wouldn't be any better I guess because it was horribly done. No proper time allocation for per sections, resulting in the loss of marks here and there. Math paper, big sigh, having to endure an unreasonable lecture from Lim Jiin had already revealed how badly we've done for that subject. But whatever la, I can't even freaking do Probability, and it's not like I haven't been trying hard, I've at least done the TYS 3 times okay. General Paper's screwed, I'd land up with a S grade, and that's for sure. Chances for a A/B for Econs paper seem slim as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many committments, so little time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1495794153498556875?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1495794153498556875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1495794153498556875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1495794153498556875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1495794153498556875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-of-march-had-been-rather-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5257045109439936524</id><published>2009-03-05T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:26:26.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Level Results 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of my seniors may already having butterflies in their stomach, some may be feeling excited, some may not even take it to heart because either they will do well for As or that they know they didn't do their best, and they are expecting results that their efforts would reflect.&lt;br /&gt;And amongst some of us, for example, my classmates &amp;amp; friends, I bet they are feeling excited, because their A Level Chinese results are coming out at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, **************************&lt;br /&gt;Bestow you guys some lucky stars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really expecting quite some different reactions tomorrow. Sylvia would probably cover her grade and refuse to let me probe and ask her about her grade, regardless whether it's an A, B or C. Pui Wah would either scream/laugh loudly because she's gonna grab an A. Well, I can't think of Sandu's and Jan's expression, but I guess their expressions would reveal a glimpse of joy. Fat Cherie said she'd cry if she's gonna get a C, but come on la, you A class leh, how to get a C! Unless you really that unlucky la, like you stepped on dog poo before your exam? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you when you need a shoulder to lean on, 24/7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry too much about tomorrow, everything's gonna be fine. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belief in yourself, because everyone around you (including me) believes you can definitely do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And it would be the release of the Project Work results next week! I'm kind of looking forward to it, but it makes me emo once again, because I miss Project Work seriously. Despite the heavy work load, the frequent late nights trying to rush out the drafts, and meetings every now and then, I enjoyed those times together with my fantastic group. :) I can say, Veronika always does the analysis part, Jon does the crapping part when we need more words for word count, Liting with her minutes well typed out, Yuzhou helping me out with the coordination of the whole group and the reducing of word count in Written Report until 10pm at my house, and when everyone comes together, work is done! And they are all quality work okay! Not some anyhow put together rojak work! Uh aw, Project Work totally spiced up my J1 days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5257045109439936524?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5257045109439936524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5257045109439936524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5257045109439936524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5257045109439936524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-of-my-seniors-may-already-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3397974846842781975</id><published>2009-03-03T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:27:01.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After knowing how hard it is to even get into some unpopular courses in University, I had some kind of adrenaline rush. I could feel my heartbeat rate increased, perspiring a little more than usual and everything seemed to be in slow motion. I realized I've always been detached from reality, and now, I really need to focus all my energy to excel well. I don't want to end up as the 10th percentile, standing only 10% chance to get into my desired course. And though I know, it's near impossible to get into NUS Faculty of Medicine, I'm still willing to believe that 'I M Possible'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I worry, worried that my loved one isn't there to accompany me through this tough period &amp;amp; wouldn't be there to reap the fruits of labour together with me. For all these while, she has been my pillar of support, and now, there could a possibility that she's falling ill. I know, of course I know, everything's unconfirmed yet, but still, there's just a part within me can't help pondering about the implications. And I bet, this unconfirmed situation would have to last for another year, for her next check-up. In the meantime, I pray, and I pray hard; am willing to believe, &amp;amp; believe in whatever methods that could allow that small little 'tumor' to remain benign, and not maglinant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mothers© By Christina M. Gunlock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The word Mother is a synonym for so many words it is incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Doctor, the many cuts, bruises &amp;amp; aches every child gets is an emergency &amp;amp; must be attended to. With a motherly kiss &amp;amp; a questioning 'Is it all better?' The ailment which was such a tragedy only a moment before, is no longer a problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Comforter, after a nightmare, a mother's embrace while singing Amazing Grace, assuring her child all is well &amp;amp; the child is no longer afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Chef, the meals thrice daily always must be tended to, each an intriguing balance of minerals, vitamins, proteins &amp;amp; who knows what else, but mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Detective, when a favorite puppy or blanket is missing, Mother is on the case. If the item is to be found, it is cause for celebration, perhaps a chocolate chip? But if the lost item is gone, Mother is there with an encouraging embrace &amp;amp; a sincere 'I am sorry.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Beautician, there with the perfect necklace, or pin to complete the ultimate dress-up outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Decorator for when her baby is now a teenager in need of more mature surroundings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And most importantly, a Mother. My Mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All these words and more are true in describing the word 'Mother', but can not come close to describing the actual person who performs the job. Awe, which is the feeling you get thinking about your mother &amp;amp; what a special person she is. She always says or does the right thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A surprise awaking on your birthday with her sitting on your bed whispering 'Happy Birthday!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quiet, loving embrace when a dear friend or pet dies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An excited 'Yes!' when you won your first horse show ribbon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A forgiving hug after you throw a temper-tantrum &amp;amp; you realize what you did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quiet 'Goodnight, I love you.' At bedtime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The confiding about your first real crush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother I can't thank you enough for being you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The times you've said 'I've failed!' That is never so. All it is, is another learning experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can be you but you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for being a mother to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3397974846842781975?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3397974846842781975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3397974846842781975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3397974846842781975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3397974846842781975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-knowing-how-hard-it-is-to-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2184136400683332943</id><published>2009-02-21T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:35:57.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh Heroooooooon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Sexaaaaaaay ohhhhhh Yeahhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that Camp 1 was a blast, and it was like way so unexpectedly fun and great. :)&lt;br /&gt;Having to handle 17 girls and 9 boys in 09S02 was a headache, it's such a huge class, 26 people can you imagine? Even after like 3 days of camp, I still don't know all of their names. With the help from my OGL partner, Wei Hao, woah, things just go even better. Like when I lost my voice on the last day, he was my 'new-found' voice. LOL. &amp;amp; The satisfaction I got from getting them at least quite bonded with each other for the 3 days of camp was indescribable. I was even proud of one of my OGMs, Deon, the best male camper of Heron! :) It was really worth losing my oh-so-nice voice shouting together with them, and having freaking more than 10 mozzie bites (People thought that I was abused!) despite Heron 'grabbing' the last position. It was, tradition just like some of my OGMs were saying, we should not break the tradition. Hahah, quite a cool way uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Heron will never always be last. It's like when the full moon comes out. It's only once in a blue moon, but it signifies a chance as well. An opportunity, and we should not give up hope just like that. It just gonna take a long time for us to get to the first position, but that doesn't mean we'll not be able to do so. :) Let's go Heron, Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this week has gone by too fast. It's like the 5 days just past like that, with me unknowingly realize that its the weekends already. And too many things are crashing down, I haven't got the time to slowly think through it and accept them. There's really like &lt;em&gt;a lot a lot a lot&lt;/em&gt; of things on my mind, and I have no idea how I should solve them. Maybe, as time pass, they will be resolved by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2184136400683332943?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2184136400683332943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2184136400683332943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2184136400683332943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2184136400683332943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-heroooooooon-oh-sexaaaaaaay-ohhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4029927935403511835</id><published>2009-02-15T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:06:30.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, Valentine's Day had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And with the butterflies in my stomach,&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate,&lt;br /&gt;To muster up the courage within me&lt;br /&gt;To tell you a secret which I've kept for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;But I still didn't do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent this special day doing my Bio Summary, watched 2 movies and then met up with a bunch of secondary school friends at Changi Village. I was initially quite reluctant to step out of the house, having to see couples hand interlocked walking on the streets. But, who said this special day is only reserved for those couples deeply and madly in love? It could be a nice day to catch up with friends, at least better than spending the last hour of the day alone. So, we had a hell fun time chatting and making fun of PJ (It had been ages we last got together and did that). It was at the beach where I could just easily glance over at the island. Then I got kinda emo, thinking how far he could actually be, like I need to swim a few miles just to reach that small island, but then I felt so close to him, because of his voice over the phone every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be away for Orientation Camp for three days, as an OGL. Wondering how my OGMs would be. I'm hoping they would be an enthusiatic bunch of people, but anyway, even if they're not so, Wei hao and I would turn them into the kind we want, so we can cheer our lungs out for our purple house -- Heron! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me when I'm away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time,&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4029927935403511835?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4029927935403511835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4029927935403511835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4029927935403511835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4029927935403511835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-again-valentines-day-had-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8960002045035673723</id><published>2009-02-09T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:35:38.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of the Friendship week.&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded to be grateful for the friends I have. Yes, reminded, because for every other days, I just practically treats them for granted. Sigh, this week lights up the red alert as well, for being a very lousy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's time to make it up to them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm off to bed, yawns. A long day today, with Chemistry SPA assessment (I guess the answers are correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post,&lt;br /&gt;-C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8960002045035673723?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8960002045035673723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8960002045035673723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8960002045035673723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8960002045035673723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-friendship-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-943473770720743468</id><published>2009-02-03T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:41:15.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OGL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow wow wow, *touch touch, blow out all the cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek, so dirty and the last post seems like it was posted a century ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Chinese New Year is rather fruitful. Not fruitful in the sense that I received many red packets, but it was more of enjoying closer bonds to cousins and relatives, which I hadn't had in a long long time. Cousins were all drawn closer to one another, and I got to know that I was the exact replication of my mum when she was around my age too. Wow. I wonder if that's good, 'cause I respect her and she's my 'role model' in some way, but then, just like what Joz said, I'd probably look like her when I'm old! LOL. Seriously, my mum's hitting 50 already, but can you believe she still looked like a 30++ middle-aged woman? So I guess, it's pretty alright to be her clone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CNY, it was back to school again, and I remembered clearly, I was having those post-CNY blues. I was wearing a black face mask on Wed, which is just the 3rd day of the new year. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next major thing was the new J1 intake. :) Paired up with Wei Hao as the OGLs for OG 8. They were kind of.. quiet yet, responsive to my lame jokes. &amp;amp; I'm very sure just through the few short hours interaction for the last two days, they've already noticed my wols character. Zzz. And they made use of this flaw of mine to sabotage me all the time -- Like do Chicky dance; dance to the 'Low' song; sing (which I reluctantly, and refused to do so); go up to a J1 guy who is at least 2 heads taller than me and say 'You're so short!'; and do something embarrassing which I can't really remember what it was, and was caught for doing so by some malay J2 guys. Oh crap, I think I served as a pretty useful entertainment tool for them, but I'm still hoping they enjoyed yeah, the entertainment value I offered. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that means I was excused for lessons for the last two days as well, missed quite a lot I guess. But I think I've already caught up with all the necessary work I had to do. The upcoming Orientation Camp would land me in really deep shit, 'cause I'm missing freaking 3 days of school. Oh manz, SYL AND PW! Help me out alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, met up with Jason and Calvin at TM yesterday. Valuable time spent yeah. It was like ages I last saw Jason duh. It's kind of worth sacrificing homework time for some catching up. :D Uh, Jason, promise to lessen your level of EMO-ness everyday can? &amp;amp; YES, go to school! Or else I'm going to call you everyday before I go to school, and I'm really really very serious. SEE MY FACE, *STERN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should get back to reading my SAT vocabulary list already.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the road has been too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the lucky and the strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Loves,&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-943473770720743468?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/943473770720743468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=943473770720743468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/943473770720743468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/943473770720743468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-wow-wow-touch-touch-blow-out-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1224385092783754812</id><published>2009-01-19T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:19:14.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It seems like we're getting closer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yet, drifting apart once more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1224385092783754812?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1224385092783754812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1224385092783754812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1224385092783754812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1224385092783754812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-seems-like-were-getting-closer-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5623043031493581989</id><published>2009-01-19T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:19:48.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The very official first day of school today, and we had some lecture from the principal regarding the photo scandal thing, previously posted on Stomp, and then the LianHe WanBao and The New Paper took the news up. Seriously, the photo is just features the two of them leaning on each other, and just purely sniffing the hair and whatever, its not like what they said in the Stomp, groping and making noises so whatever. Plus, the motive behind the exaggerating of the whole issue on the newpapers sure is questionable. Why make the whole issue such a sensational one? Come on, which age are we living in now? Just walk on the streets and you can freaking see many teenagers hugging and kissing each other, and its so unlucky our collegebecame the one to be arrowed at. It seems like even now we wear our school uniforms, we're like some certain celebrity, people are always probing into our private lives and looking at us in a different light. And the whole school is now condemned together, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a bad start, especially when we had our attire check after the 'lecturing'. We're having that freaking attire check everyday, okay. Our CT even went down the row, holding a ruler, measuring our skirts, making sure its not more than '8cm' from our kneecaps. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole lecture lasted for like 40 minutes, I think? It thus took up 40 minutes of our first Math lesson with our new tutor cum CT, which is a good thing, because its known that she's one of the fiercest and strictest teacher around in the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was PE, had briefing again (The very first day of school is always about admin stuff and all the boring expectations and briefings). Samad was really hilarious with the 'Don't tell Stomp okay?'; Botak Choo had a 'new' hairstyle (HAHA!), I suspect he used his money at the Beijing Olympics to go to the real Beijing 101 Outlet there; Barna is back for I dont know what reason (Hopefully we're not going to have her lesson).&lt;br /&gt;Breaktime, rushed Chemistry SPA homework. Can't imagine we have to do that on the first day of school. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;It was GP next, new teacher was kinda cool, getting us to draw some random stuff on a piece of paper, and I drew something real meaningful, though I didnt get to share with the class. :)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry SPA was the last lesson, playing w the flame is kinda fun yet nerve-wrecking, especially when Tristan's flame on the spirit lamp got so freaking huge and we were all looking and panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was superduper ultra mega hungry after a whole day of school, headed over to TM Macs w Joz, Sandu, PW and Jan for lunch + dinner. And on the way there, we were laughing our heads off at the stupid jokes we had about Stomp. Hah. Really hilarious when Jan said that, 'Next time when want to display affection in public, do it at the front of the bus, so people can take the back view only. Unless the bus driver is the Stomper.' and then Joz added that, 'If like that, we can complain that the bus driver is not concentrating at work.' Hahaahha, super hilarious, you should have heard it in person manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292945050933179106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SXRRewiIsuI/AAAAAAAAAtk/It0b4xgtkqo/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Anyway, yes, if you guys still remember, we had some OGL camp from last Friday till yesterday. It was kinda fun, especially with great people in Heron. &lt;strong&gt;H to the E to the RON!&lt;/strong&gt; And though we were at the last placing (Again), but look it in this way, we were once the first for like 3-4 hours (if I'm not wrong, Haha!). And we can definitely win the first placing for the Orientation Camp! &lt;strong&gt;Let's go, Heron, Let's go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Sandu just gave me this link ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,190099-1232315940,00.html"&gt;http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,190099-1232315940,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, its so freaking cooooooooool! Hello Kitty Hospital, can you believe it?! Nurses with the HK uniforms, Doctors with the pink robes, and small cute babies wrapped in those HK towels, walls with HK posters. OH MAN, I WANNA GIVE BIRTH THERE AND WORK THERE TOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aytes, I better get down to my Econs project now, 'cause I'd be out shopping the whole afternoon away tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves, C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5623043031493581989?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5623043031493581989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5623043031493581989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5623043031493581989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5623043031493581989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-official-first-day-of-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SXRRewiIsuI/AAAAAAAAAtk/It0b4xgtkqo/s72-c/DSC00955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-760592778088086400</id><published>2009-01-15T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:21:47.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! I'm back again, in like less than 24 hours! Surprised? Well, I finished my Biology revision way faster than I expected, that's a pretty good sign isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Chinese New Year's arriving in like.. Yeap! 11 more days! This year would be soooooo totally different from last year's. Partly because, we would be having reunion dinner with my extended family at home. Okay, half of the extended family, still unsure who and who is turning up. But of course, I'm pretty sure my 4th &amp;amp; 5th uncles would be here, with their whole family. Weeeeeeeeee, that means I get to bully that Wen Jun &amp;amp; Wen Kang! Idiot, how dare they scold me 'shortie' the last time I saw them. Come on, when they were still drinking milk from their milk bottles, I was already learning to run! Hah! Just what a pity Yuheng wouldn't be able to join us for the fun, the cousin whom I grew up with, played many stupid childish games, and we just chatted over the phone for a hour last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anyway Yuheng, I seriously think whatever the grudges our Dads have towards each other, we should not be implicated into the mess. I mean like, how come whenever we meet like the last movie we watched together (Harry Potter? Hah! I can't remember), I bet you probably didn't tell him about the three of us going out together. And I really want you to be here for the reunion dinner, but I guess the chances are slim. P.S. Keep this reunion dinner thing a secret okay? Or else probably I'll get slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope maybe you wouldn't pop by my blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for my maternal side, I WILL definitely get my mum to sponsor me my red underwear, so I can win big bucks for the Blackjack game. You know, every year since I started learning how to play, I've only win like less than 5 bucks?! And my mum, as an elder, will need to take turns to be the banker, LOST like $20 every year! But this is 'peanuts' compared to what my Big Aunt had lost -- She always loses like $30 over dollars every year, because she claims that as long as the kids (She meant my cousins and I) enjoy themselves, she doesn't mind. And I think I took quite some money from her during my growing up years. Like, everytime she meets up with my mum, she would give her some bucks to buy some tonics for us and whatever. Either that or she gives me red packet the everytime she sees us. But of course, she isn't the only one doing that. My paternal great grandma does that too, all the time. Shes like 80++ years old, and she gives my sister and I the money shes got.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, then I got to take care of so many people and return them my gratitude next time when I start working. OMG. I need to earn like 10K a year then! Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I should still go through my notes for the last time after 8pm later, to boost my confidence by at least another 10% more, now the level is only at like 70%. Hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post, Ciaos people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-760592778088086400?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/760592778088086400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=760592778088086400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/760592778088086400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/760592778088086400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/01/ha-im-back-again-in-like-less-than-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8626596698842103503</id><published>2009-01-14T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:22:23.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I sincerely apologise to all my faithful fans for the recent disappearance from this particular blog. Well, I was busy studying for the review tests (Now, I'm only left with one more to go, which is the Biology paper. Hopefully, its gonna be easy, and somehow like Chemistry because I was well-prepared for it). Anyway, for the next few weeks, I guess I'm going to get so ever busy again, with the upcoming 3 days 2 nights OGL camp (Right after my Biology paper on Friday), then the preparations for Chinese New Year (Oh man, I totally can't believe, one year just passed like that!) and the reunion dinner with part of my cousins coming over (I totally miss them since my uncle's wedding), so I shall apply for leave (Again?!) from this blog. Jason, you might want to help me update if possible, since you have access to it. Haha! I wouldn't mind, because then my faithful readers would not turn into grouchy readers by the time I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I should upload those pictures for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKRCY Bbq @ ECP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the 2nd Jan, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle's wedding @ Expo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the 3rd Jan. But, I've tried multiply.com, photobucket to upload those pictures at a fast pace, but I cant! So I shall upload when I have the time next time. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year's timetable was relatively well-planned, Hah, with our latest class ending at 3.30pm on Monday, and the earliest at 11.30am on Wed. Not bad :) Oh yes, I totally don't like my new CT, who probably needs extra listerine to rinse her mouth (Claimed by someone Lol). She's teaching us Math as well, now that Wong Ee Tung is no longer teaching in our school. Would that even be a good news? I hope so, but seriously, I think Wong Ee Tung is not that bad afterall. And what?! My most loved Biology teacher, Miss Sha, is NOT teaching us ANYMORE? Oh crap! That's like total shytness. I still want Miss Sha, though Nora is not that bad too, just that shes kind of stricter, we probably would never get to leave the Lab session a hour earlier, and Joz claims that Nora hates her. I don't think I can ever joke like how I did last year for Nora's lesson. But again, if we were to have Liu Shu Zhen, oh my, I would probably fail my Biology at the end of the year, because I will be sleeping through all her tutorials, given her monotonous voice. Mr Wong will still stick to us for our Chem tutorials, another year of 'be-careful-not-to-speak-too-loud-or-else-you'll-answer-the-questions'. GP tutor, hmmmmm, no more Lynda Young, 'cause she would be flying off to Canada (? I think so.) in another 6 months time to get engaged/married. Wondering whos the new one coming in. As for Ecooooons, Woahhhhh, someone way better than Anthony, the malay teacher and the Cheryl Chen (?) is taking our class. Woooohooo~ Magdalene Loh (I hope I didn't spell her name wrongly =X), I see glimpses of HOPES and RAYS for my Econs A grade again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the real timetable to start. :) Though its gonna be a real hectic one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8626596698842103503?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8626596698842103503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8626596698842103503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8626596698842103503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8626596698842103503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-and-foremost-i-sincerely.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3512701056039496618</id><published>2008-12-30T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:12:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now that I still have 40 minutes of rest-time before I continue mugging for DNA and Genomics, I might as well blog, 'cause I've got a lot of things on my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, I have this weird habit. I know I'm always thinking a lot about small minor and trival things, &amp;amp; I know I want them to be spoken out, yet again, I don't know how I should start on the topic. Like you know, the two paragraphs above, I've already clicked the backspace key more than the shift key. I'm not sure if I want to express in such a very linguistic manner, which I know I obviously can't. Or, I don't know how to approach it because the topics are too in-depth, and I always go in circles while thinking and I end up, confusing what I really want to express. Or again, I feel insecure because afterall, the net is interconnected, and everyone can view what I blog here, so I can't really open up to the real inner me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's not only about penning it down. Even when I speak, I tend to add the 'Like you know what, this this and that' and people will go, 'Huh, what?' I guess its hard for others to understand me. And of course, for me to understand myself. Like for now, I thought of this phrase which I can't remember where I heard it from -- sometimes even if a lot of people are around you, yet you're still feeling lonely. Well, I'm somehow experiencing it now but I don't know how to describe that kind of feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to 2009, I'm still not looking forward to a new year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 more minutes to studying DNA &amp;amp; Genomics. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3512701056039496618?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3512701056039496618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3512701056039496618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3512701056039496618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3512701056039496618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-reason-for-teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5633755167747899481</id><published>2008-12-30T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:23:16.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now that I still have 40 minutes of rest-time before I continue mugging for DNA and Genomics, I might as well blog, 'cause I've got a lot of things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have this weird habit. I know I'm always thinking a lot about small minor and trival things, &amp;amp; I know I want them to be spoken out, yet again, I don't know how I should start on the topic. Like you know, the two paragraphs above, I've already clicked the backspace key more than the shift key. I'm not sure if I want to express in such a very linguistic manner, which I know I obviously can't. Or, I don't know how to approach it because the topics are too in-depth, and I always go in circles while thinking and I end up, confusing what I really want to express. Or again, I feel insecure because afterall, the net is interconnected, and everyone can view what I blog here, so I can't really open up to the real inner me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not only about penning it down. Even when I speak, I tend to add the 'Like you know what, this this and that' and people will go, 'Huh, what?'&lt;br /&gt;I guess its hard for others to understand me. And of course, for me to understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for now, I thought of this phrase which I can't remember where I heard it from -- sometimes even if a lot of people are around you, yet you're still feeling lonely. Well, I'm somehow experiencing it now but I don't know how to describe that kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 more days to 2009, I'm still not looking forward to a new year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5633755167747899481?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5633755167747899481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5633755167747899481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5633755167747899481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5633755167747899481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-reason-for-teardrops-on-my-guitar_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7606337991506136760</id><published>2008-12-29T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:57:50.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy belated 17th birthday, P! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284866458825994178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVeeCzuzL8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/4yNG5gvLJdc/s320/P1070188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284866469300419714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVeeDawGPII/AAAAAAAAAsk/jkNv56lMNc8/s320/P1070189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869769789140194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVehDiB7bOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/1411myrTt8M/s320/P1070190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Together with Yen, Jing Fang and P's mum, we had a mini celebration over at her place. I was superrrrrrrrrrrrrr tired to begin with the celebration, so I apologise for the whatever grouchy mood I had yesterday. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the pictures can do the saying about the celebration. It's like a quckie catch up time with the girls, it was fabulous. :) It seemed like ages we last did that (Okay, because I didn't turn up for the last mahjong session, so its like we haven't hang out together since Idk when). And then when my mugging addiction kicks in, this is what I did for 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284866481062678066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVeeEGkcDjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/t71rvxmB90w/s320/P1070205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284866485249977874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVeeEWKxLhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/d6B_XEwialU/s320/P1070206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And thats Jing fang caught in action, behaving like an erm 'ahlian-at-the-coffeeshop'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869756897014130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVehCyANMXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Lo12U4TWgFs/s320/P1070207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869761526597362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVehDDP_BvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/cLzvUXGorM0/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the two of us were too lazy/reluctant to return home, so we ended up sleeping over. Hahahaha. I tell you, the experience of sharing the 'one' blanklet and mattress with Jf is horrible. I never want to try that again, especially when I had to sleep with her feet facing my face. Eeeeeeekkkkkk. And we were wearing some couple tee which P's brother bought for Uncle and Aunty, but then it became P's, because they didnt want to wear it. Can't imagine I wore a COUPLE TEE WITH THAT JINGFANG! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;我在搞笑 藉著熱鬧 掩蓋著心跳邊哭邊笑 偏要說著一個人真好當人群散了 突然覺得 我可以死掉我受不了還在搞笑 害怕回家 不知怎麼熬這麼多年 早就習慣 有妳的撒嬌我想我能熬 但是至少要讓我知道妳好不好&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh yes, currently I'm watching Forensic Heroes 2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882965949484834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVetDpjujyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lyJy2Clr5Rs/s320/forensic+heroes+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooohoooooo. Kevin Cheng. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just another 3 days to a brand new year, &amp;amp; I'm so not looking forward to it. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7606337991506136760?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7606337991506136760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7606337991506136760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7606337991506136760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7606337991506136760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-17th-birthday-p-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVeeCzuzL8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/4yNG5gvLJdc/s72-c/P1070188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5900022274941440384</id><published>2008-12-24T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:05:05.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall edit the song lyrics from 'Let it &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt; let it &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt; let it &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;'Let it &lt;strong&gt;rain &lt;/strong&gt;let it &lt;strong&gt;rain &lt;/strong&gt;let it &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; People, Look here for the latest 'winter' wear in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Wear your&lt;strong&gt; rain boots&lt;/strong&gt; out! &amp;amp; Don't wear ear mufflers! Wear &lt;strong&gt;big huge earphones&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Not forgetting your big coat/hoodie/pullover! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh shut up, C.&lt;/em&gt; You're getting lamer each day, probably because you spend your time watching dramas/reading books/talking on the phone/text-messaging &amp;amp; never once get down to &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; studying. Shudders. Real studying as in, concentrate for 6 hours straight. For now, my concentration span only stretch up to 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a Christmas Eve, raining non-stop, its so chilly and cold out there, and I don't feel much warmth around. Maybe I should just go to the stove and switch the fire on, stand there and get some 'hope and warmth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C, you should really give yourself a slap and shut up now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this is a stupid post, but thats exactly what I'm feeling on this joyous occasion -- &lt;strong&gt;Crappy&lt;/strong&gt;. Alrighty, shall end off with a quiz that E tagged me with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My friends; Some cool dudes, some serious thinkers, some fun geeks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;2) I’m listening to; The typing on my keyboard, the fan, and the guanyinma song playing on the altar.&lt;br /&gt;3) Maybe i should learn; not to be such a mugger (I can't stand myself to).&lt;br /&gt;4) I love; Ferro Rocher Chocolates! :D&lt;br /&gt;5) My plan; straight As for A levels, get into Pharmacy/Reasearch course (still deciding), get a job, go to Hong Kong, watch all the HK dramas, join Doctors with Borders.&lt;br /&gt;6) I don’t understand; Vectors. -.-&lt;br /&gt;7) I lost; my Sony Erisson earphone. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;8) People say; I'm damn loud (UH, I don't think so!) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm missing; the pool, I WANT TO GO SWIMMING!&lt;br /&gt;10) Love means; enduring and compromising whatever flaws your partner has.&lt;br /&gt;11) Somewhere... in Cambodia, giving out Christmas gifts to the kids (Esp MOPOK!)&lt;br /&gt;12) I'm always searching for; what I really want. &amp;amp; Yes, duh, my other half.&lt;br /&gt;13) Forever seems; too far away. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;14) I do not want to; lose my family and friends. And not want to feel disappointment again. (Same answer, E!)&lt;br /&gt;15) My mobile phone; Motorazer V9&lt;br /&gt;16) When i wake up in the morning; flip open my phone and press the 'disable alarm' button.&lt;br /&gt;17) I get annoyed when; people keep talking to me when I don't feel like talking and when I say I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;18) Parties are; coool and fun!&lt;br /&gt;19) HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;20) Today i; am intending to whip up a xmas meal for Dad and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;21) Tmr i will be; at Meng Seng's for a Xmas party!&lt;br /&gt;22) I really want; to have more holidays!&lt;br /&gt;23) I miss; I don't know what I'm missing. Cause I think I'm missing alot alot alot of things. -.-&lt;br /&gt;24) What is your phone brand?; Motorazer. I thought I mentioned it above?!&lt;br /&gt;25) What's the last 3 digits of your num.?; 991&lt;br /&gt;26) What does the second message in your inbox say?; 'Haha don't mind but what time? I meeting some of my other friends before that :)' -- Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;27) Who was the last person you rang?; Eugin&lt;br /&gt;28) Who was your last missed call from?; some unknown number. I dont know who.&lt;br /&gt;29) What does the oldest message in your inbox say?; Er, I'm not saying. ;p&lt;br /&gt;30) Who comes after J?; K duh!&lt;br /&gt;31) to 39) - IS THIS A JOKE?!&lt;br /&gt;40) Go to your sent messages- see what the 10th message say.; 'Hahah, Okay to play safe, I shall refrain myself from bringing that' -To Beat, talking about Barbecue pork for Xmas party. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;41) Who is your network provider?; Starhub&lt;br /&gt;42) How many messages are there in your inbox?; 147&lt;br /&gt;43) Who do you have on speed dial 3?; Speed dial number unassigned.&lt;br /&gt;44) If you're using prepaid card, how much credits do they have?; I'm using a line dude!&lt;br /&gt;45) Who is the first person who comes after C?; Er, who's chasing after me!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;46) What do you have as your main ringtone?; All or Nothing&lt;br /&gt;47) Pass this quiz to 10 ppl!&lt;br /&gt;1. Jason&lt;br /&gt;2. Cherie&lt;br /&gt;3. P&lt;br /&gt;4. Elaine the small one&lt;br /&gt;5. Beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall be nice to tag only 5. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5900022274941440384?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5900022274941440384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5900022274941440384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5900022274941440384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5900022274941440384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-shall-edit-song-lyrics-from-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7516261677866320567</id><published>2008-12-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:09:38.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVBFKomxfWI/AAAAAAAAAsU/X6qafuAIayg/s1600-h/Schedule_Puppet_by_coukiedoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282798411906645346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVBFKomxfWI/AAAAAAAAAsU/X6qafuAIayg/s320/Schedule_Puppet_by_coukiedoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read this interesting piece of article! &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/3003939.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/3003939.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh hello, yesterday's training was funnnnnn, though I feel really weird to be sitting around (during the batting) with such big sized seniors. Okay, to me, they are really big size okay, &amp;amp; if I'm not wrong, one of them is some idk what army officer. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later:&lt;/strong&gt; Supposingly to go for 4E1'07 gathering but rejected, Jan dated me out but rejected as well, Cam asked me to go play MJ with Lucienne and Shiva but rejected again, pushed away Gayatri's offer to go back to SKRCY for training, in the end, I chose to go to the airport with Cherie for intensive &lt;em&gt;studying&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th Dec 2008: &lt;/strong&gt;Christmas Eve, out shopping with Mum and Sister I guess. Either that or I'm out with Yen watching Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th Dec 2008: &lt;/strong&gt;Christmas Day! Xmas party over at Mengseng's with OCIP peeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th Dec 2008: &lt;/strong&gt;Service Learning Project, from 9-6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Dec 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: Tuition &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;studying&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th Dec 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Study&lt;/em&gt; + Grandaunt's place to help out for Uncle's wedding preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th Dec 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; MengSeng's place to edit the OCIP video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th Dec 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; No plans, should be &lt;em&gt;studying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st Dec 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; New Year's Eve! Should be out shopping the whole day &amp;amp; counting down at night. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Jan 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; New Year's Day = Family day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Jan 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Study &lt;/em&gt;+ SKRCY BBQ (Evening)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Jan 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; Uncle's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th-12th Jan 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;INTENSIVE STUDYING MODE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Jan 2008:&lt;/strong&gt; School reopens + TESTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how many days I'm studying only! :( Sigh. People, stop booking me okay? I cannot give in to temptations (Lol!) and really need need need to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to get back to my Reading Assignment before I leave the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7516261677866320567?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7516261677866320567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7516261677866320567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7516261677866320567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7516261677866320567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/read-this-interesting-piece-of-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SVBFKomxfWI/AAAAAAAAAsU/X6qafuAIayg/s72-c/Schedule_Puppet_by_coukiedoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2134955368468942590</id><published>2008-12-20T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:31:06.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna love you like I never loved you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;If it's allright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you things I've never said in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hold when the sun refuses to shine.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you that I'll always be your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name, and you need me there.&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I will be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes and you see me there,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that i will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you like I'll never kiss you again,&lt;br /&gt;If it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine loving any other this way (I can't imagine baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what she wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you like my style,&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you stay a while,&lt;br /&gt;And when you want me to,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel my name,&lt;br /&gt;If you'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;You'll call my name baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well today. :) With completing the whole chapter of Carbonyl Compounds and half the chapter of Hydroxy Compounds, I feel slightly 15% less guilty for spending 2 hours watching The Day The Earth Stood Still with Yen and the next 3 hours having dinner and walking around in Ikea with Cam. Just that The Day The Earth Stood Still was quite boring, except that I was 'entertained' by the poor sense of humor the 3 guys sitting infront of me and Yen had. I was literally making faces at them, because seriously, the movie isn't a comedy, and they're laughing and talking so happily. Come on, it's a CINEMA! But walking around in Ikea with Cam totally dispelled whatever stupid mood I had. She was duper hilarious. How bimbotic this girl can be, HAHA. The HIPPO, Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having a hell fun day, someone's having a not-so-pleasant day on the other side of Singapore. To make matters worse, it's his first day as a seventeen! Yes, sad to say, but it's my ever-so-good, cheerful, fun to bully friend, dearest E! It's okay dude! You know I thank God for your presence, and having you around, its always fun! You're a great blessing and a best friend I can ever find. :) Smile always okay? And ENJOY THE LAST 3 HOURS OF YOUR DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, didn't had time to blog about the parcel I received yesterday. &amp;amp; I can feel like 3 other pairs of eyes glaring at my computer screen. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That surprise came just in time to cheer me up, as I was still feeling low because of the tuition incident. &amp;amp; Then I believe that when God takes something away from you, he'll return something better back to you. Well, at least I did receive something really worthless -- friendship disguised under the wrapping. And as I tear open the parcel, I already knew what it's gonna contain. The HSM 3 Senior Year soundtrack. :) &amp;amp; As silly as I may seem, grinning from ear to ear because of only that soundtrack, but seriously, it all trackbacks to how we actually got to such good friends. How fast time flies, from the first time HSM was aired, to its sequel, and finally the Senior Year, it signifies the most valuble 2 years of friendship we've forged. Thanks dude, for being such a great friend; for being to give encouragement when I most needed support; for being to guide me through the darkest times. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Opps, it occured to me I haven't been really a great friend, because I KEPT breaking the promises I've made, and FORGOT to give you your birthday present for 2 years! But, wait, this time round, its gonna be real, and your present will come soon. Okay, just that I don't know how soooooooon it will be. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's gonna be a great day ahead tomorrow, with steamboat with family, and then some big feast over at my Grandaunt's house because she won the lottery (Lol!), and lastly, SLEEPOVER PARTY! Cam, I can't wait for tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe I have serious mood swing problems this week because now I'm devasted knowing that Chew Chor Meng has Muscular Dystrophy! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2134955368468942590?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2134955368468942590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2134955368468942590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2134955368468942590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2134955368468942590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-went-well-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3896675271005452856</id><published>2008-12-18T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:54:53.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SUptkJI-mKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/E4kk_2CpUMk/s1600-h/0433ada138d098baf9d8aff2fda8ae5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281153980741621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SUptkJI-mKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/E4kk_2CpUMk/s320/0433ada138d098baf9d8aff2fda8ae5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's tuition was bad, horrendous &amp;amp; crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet Clement must be scolding all these deep in his heart: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why is she so dumb?", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why can't she even remember all the mechanisms for Electropilic addition, Nucleophilic addiction, Free-radical substitution?!", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why isn't she half as smart as my other students from Hwa Chong, Raffles and Victoria JC?",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Doesn't she know why alcohols cannot react with bases? Because alcohols are neutral!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhhhh. I was so freaking nervous during tuition just now that I kept playing with my fingers under the table. I refused to look directly at him because I felt embarrassed that I couldn't even remember simple mechanisms and reactions. The only thought I had was, "Come on, let the 2 hours pass as fast as possible. Either that or LET ME DIG A HOLE AND DISAPPEAR!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I regret spending more than half of the Dec holidays playing and enjoying all the fun and the meet-ups. Shucks, I'm seriously panicking now because there's like less than a month to school reopen; less than a month to the start of the hectic schedule; less than a month to fully prepare for a new school term. !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( I so need a hug now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3896675271005452856?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3896675271005452856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3896675271005452856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3896675271005452856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3896675271005452856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-tuition-was-bad-horrendous.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SUptkJI-mKI/AAAAAAAAAsM/E4kk_2CpUMk/s72-c/0433ada138d098baf9d8aff2fda8ae5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4808400298732635015</id><published>2008-12-14T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:09:30.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SUTSukSpBII/AAAAAAAAAsE/ptD6grFKJXw/s1600-h/moonlight+resonance.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279576360642741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SUTSukSpBII/AAAAAAAAAsE/ptD6grFKJXw/s320/moonlight+resonance.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just finished watching Moonlight Resonance, a sequel to Heart of Greed. Definitely a nice drama to watch, and its far better than the plot in the part 1. I shall give it a 5/5 (E! Must watch! Because Raymond Lam looks hot inside! LOL.) It made me realize how much parents love and can sacrifice for their children, the love and bonding between siblings and that one doesnt really have to completely possess the person you really care, but rather just observing and making sure that particular person is happy is sufficient enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiding within my vision, always lingering beside, can guess love is not present.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After happily playing &amp;amp; laughing, and be able to totally retreat; as long as you are happy its enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a distance, in the background of universal silence, just observing is enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kind of feeling is too loving &amp;amp; warm; to speak a thousand phrases would be insufficient.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though there was an instant, on impulse where I wanted to hold your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kind of love is too rare, doesnt need to completely possess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even with heaviness of heart, (its best) to let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go, let go of everything, both will have greater freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go; in fact its not because I do not love enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go, let go of everything without reserve, will still have a good friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its already, already enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go, my memories (of you) cannot find an ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go ! Wish you will have happiness &amp;amp; everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, love is very deep, but I have already seen it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can only possess when (you) let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song shall stay as a reminder, constantly reminding myself that some things cannot be forced because they are not meant to be. I should just let everything take its course, and for now, I guess I'm just gonna put myself in a good friend's position, and maintain the current status. Deep down, I already know things will never work out between both of us, so why should I even tell you how much I liked you and spoil the current status quo? If that continues, its gonna be really hard for us to remain as friends and even confide in each other. So let us remain like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'm locking up my blog. Or that I'm switching to livejournal, so some posts are locked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4808400298732635015?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4808400298732635015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4808400298732635015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4808400298732635015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4808400298732635015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-finished-watching-moonlight.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SUTSukSpBII/AAAAAAAAAsE/ptD6grFKJXw/s72-c/moonlight+resonance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-2060931451810296075</id><published>2008-12-13T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:29:18.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;放手放开所有彼此更自由&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;放手其实我绝非爱得不够&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;放手豁出所有还有这个好友&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;已经已经足够&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I'm feeling oh-so-jelly because of the gym session we had yesterday during training&lt;br /&gt;and the cleaning up of the kitchen after Cam made a mess because of her chocolate-making session. But it feels good to feel the lactic acid accumulating in the muscle cells. :) It had been ages I last worked out, and especially feeling the soreness in the arms, thighs and calves area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a mess in the kitchen and continuous licking of fingers during the chocolate making was fun, though I was only half-heartedly doing it as my eyes were glued to the television set (again!). I'm seriously hoping no one will die of food poisoning because of my chocolates. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, holidays are almost over, with less than a month to school reopen. Screams. &amp;amp; There's like exams on the first day of school, I've not even started revising my work. I'm darn bored yet I cant find the momentum to start studying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later! Groans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-2060931451810296075?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2060931451810296075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=2060931451810296075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2060931451810296075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/2060931451810296075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-no-im-feeling-oh-so-jelly-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8973132260955477589</id><published>2008-12-10T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:57:29.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Beat to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;1. teeth (haha, of course la, spent like dontknow how many thousand dollars for braces!)&lt;br /&gt;2. hair (like duh, i dont like it when im having a bad hair day.)&lt;br /&gt;3. thighs (though it still looks big but at least its much tanner than before)&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;1. cheeks (cause of the zits, damn)&lt;br /&gt;2. slightly flabby arms&lt;br /&gt;3. cracked lips !!&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^(&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. cats&lt;br /&gt;2. lousy results&lt;br /&gt;3. death&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS&lt;br /&gt;1. mp3&lt;br /&gt;2. handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. food&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. some ugly baleno big navy green shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. fbts&lt;br /&gt;3. old round specs&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS&lt;br /&gt;1. RAYMOND LAM! :DD&lt;br /&gt;2. Show Luo&lt;br /&gt;3. Lollipop&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;1. bickerings/ different perspectives (its gna be cute okay and through that, we can complement each other)&lt;br /&gt;2. trust&lt;br /&gt;3. fun&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEALS TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. brains (Woah, SAME HERE BEAT!)&lt;br /&gt;2. good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;3. charisma&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;br /&gt;1. thinking&lt;br /&gt;2. blast the songs in mp3&lt;br /&gt;3. watching dramas&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. meet up with somebody&lt;br /&gt;2. go for softball trg (ah, I dint know its in the morning, so I overslept!)&lt;br /&gt;3. watch Moonlight Resonance&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED&lt;br /&gt;1. doctor&lt;br /&gt;2. deejay&lt;br /&gt;3. historian&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON A VACATION&lt;br /&gt;1. cambodia again!&lt;br /&gt;2. kenya&lt;br /&gt;3. taiwan&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. go on a mission w Doctors without Borders&lt;br /&gt;2. say bye to loved ones&lt;br /&gt;3. IDK&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL&lt;br /&gt;1. I love chocolates&lt;br /&gt;2. I cry alot&lt;br /&gt;3. I kinda like fairytales though I know they are not real&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE NOT STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL&lt;br /&gt;1. I scold the F word like alot?&lt;br /&gt;2. I've got a boooming voice, according to Jon and Jan&lt;br /&gt;3. I hit ppl real hard&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU WANT TO DO THIS QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;1. PW again&lt;br /&gt;2. Jason&lt;br /&gt;3. P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8973132260955477589?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8973132260955477589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8973132260955477589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8973132260955477589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8973132260955477589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-beat-to-do-this-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1216784953019594081</id><published>2008-12-10T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:37:24.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat down to write &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feelings for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the words came out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realized it was nothing new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've heard all of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many times before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But let me tell you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear me out once more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel I need to tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes from deep within my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It carries a pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is tearing me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's this hold you have on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This grip that's so tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't break free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try as I might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ever a feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was ever so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's my love I feel for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one I've been holding so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't give me the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same love back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your life is not yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You haven't broken free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday when I'm gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll feel sad and blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the love you let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the person you once knew&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;a href="http://profiles.lovingyou.com/view.php?uid=162496"&gt;btorres2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first 08S02 bbq gathering at Jon's place yesterday evening. Well, you can't really call it a 08S02 gathering with only 11 people attending it. Less than half the class turned up, including Miss Young. This is really pathetic, sad to know how disunited our class is. Jan was complaining that she sent out many many text messages, and online messages to the class, but only very little replies. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously Jan, its really tough on you to organise a gathering for our class, if I were the organiser, I would probably just call off the whole thing and heck whatever gathering. So, I really appreciate the effort you took to organise it, and Jon for lending out his place, Sandu and Joz for the food, and those who turned up, making it a not-really-that-bad-gathering. I mean, like even though there's only 11 of us, we had quite some fun too, with the taboo game, who what huh, question game, and Cranium (Hah, Jon, you totally screwed up the rules la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Pictures will be up soon, IDK why my computer is laggy at this hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1216784953019594081?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1216784953019594081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1216784953019594081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1216784953019594081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1216784953019594081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-had-our-first-08s02-bbq-gathering-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4202203550711444587</id><published>2008-12-08T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:44:23.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be doing my Week 3 (1st to 7th Dec) Reading Log &amp;amp; Assignment now, because I kinda intended to submit it on Sunday and its overdue right now. But I just spent my whole day, whole weekend watching Hong Kong drama -- Heart of Greed. &amp;amp; I'm feeling super guilty for not touching any work since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277369790538853714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STz73SFyLVI/AAAAAAAAArU/7y6LILsy3PU/s320/heart+of+greed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Heart of Greed is NICE! Lol. At least I get to see my Raymond Lam! :DDD The whole plot got my whole family glued to the television set for days already, and I guess, this phenomenon will continue till school reopens. Even my Dad who doesn't really like chasing after dramas, kept urging me to play the DVDs in the player. But I like this kind of bonding session, it allows us to sit down together, scold all the baddies in the show and watch the show with teary eyes. &amp;amp; Especially when we all sit together on the small sofa, our small living room turns warm despite the cold rain outside. Normally, my sister and I were the agitated ones, with our blood boiling and the 'F' word coming out, Then its my Dad, with the crudest Canto sentence. LOL! &amp;amp; My mum would be sitting there, laughing at our silly actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I shall do the quiz Jason tagged me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Relationship between you and him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God brother and sister. Good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Three impressions of him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good listener and friend to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll regret, and blame myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dislike guessing games."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Characteristic i like about myself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, hmm, outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Characteristic i hate about myself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid habit of hitting others with no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You watch out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know what others feel about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Your crush??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Pass this to 10 people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pui Wah&lt;br /&gt;2 Janice&lt;br /&gt;3 Eugin&lt;br /&gt;4 Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;5 Syl&lt;br /&gt;6 Elaine&lt;br /&gt;7 Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;8 Cherie&lt;br /&gt;9 Jon K (Since he's a PASSIONATE BLOGGER)&lt;br /&gt;10 Rui Shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If 5 &amp;amp; 7 were together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, THEY TURN LESBIANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Who does 5 like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she's having a crush on anybody. Are you, Syl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What colour does 9 like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, Idk, black? white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Say something about 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal listener, a buddy who always get bullied by _____, and I so wanna stand up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Who is 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. Close buddy, Classmate, a passionate Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Talk about 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Close buddy as well. Used to complain to him about studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ME! Hahahaha, Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Okay, this award goes to Beatrice Tan, the thick-skinned one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What colour does 4 like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red? IDK. I forgot, OH MY, CHRISTINA, YOU LOUSY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Is 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but things might change. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Your relationship with 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friends, classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Are 5 &amp;amp; 6 best friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nop, but they're both in the same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. 9's surname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. 7's nickname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claim herself to be the pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Say something to 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you don't have to put up with her. You know you can always find me for company. :) EH, WHEN ARE WE HAVING FUN TOGETHER THIS HOLS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Say something to help 9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate blogger, blog more! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Who does 1 admire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, I've no idea. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Where does 1 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buigs Area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. At least 9 of them know his name. LOL. But only 2 came in contact with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Say something to 6 when you see him/her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, Small one, join my short-cum-fat club okay? And I MISS TOUCHING YOU!LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. 10's spouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, DONT HAVE LA! Do you, shan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, had a steamboat gathering yesterday evening with the ex-tuition class. Maybe I shouldn't have attended it, reason being I'm the only girl there, felt so odd sitting there with a bunch of 13 other guys. Zzz. But nevertheless, I still had quite some fun there, trying to throw the stupid dumpling at Hofung but missed target, hit the wall instead, watching Sellick smash the chocolate cake at Hofung, laugh at Hupsong stupid mistake, and play around with the super acrylic nian gao. Hilarious, and how fast time flies, it had been a year since we last had tuition together, and now we're all flying in different directions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks, I shall have my HEALTHY dinner now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4202203550711444587?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4202203550711444587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4202203550711444587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4202203550711444587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4202203550711444587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-should-be-doing-my-week-3-1st-to-7th.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STz73SFyLVI/AAAAAAAAArU/7y6LILsy3PU/s72-c/heart+of+greed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-1724967135166025690</id><published>2008-12-03T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:28:42.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JASON! LOOK AT THESE DOMOKUNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275833406678409682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeGh-M0odI/AAAAAAAAArM/PpGiMRCw-YU/s320/2907137578_e536615421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeCWmMdsmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VomP2rp_PVI/s1600-h/domokun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275828813209383522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeCWmMdsmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VomP2rp_PVI/s320/domokun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NINJA DOMOKUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275829594180611074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeDEDig7AI/AAAAAAAAAqs/4iTRocvsG2c/s320/domokun1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; DRUNKEN DOMOKUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275831629926393778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeE6jSIZ7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/SPV6uJv4eVI/s320/domokun2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275832157003880754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeFZOzMmTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/oFiqJf1v6W0/s320/domokun3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275832986047401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeGJfOkzqI/AAAAAAAAArE/nCV7vB3b-9Y/s320/domokun4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh no, I'm seriously influenced by your Domokun craze. Zzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Domokun is now added to my favourite list of cartoon characters after Hello Kitty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol, E must be laughing after seeing this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-1724967135166025690?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1724967135166025690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=1724967135166025690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1724967135166025690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/1724967135166025690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/jason-look-at-this-domokun.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/STeGh-M0odI/AAAAAAAAArM/PpGiMRCw-YU/s72-c/2907137578_e536615421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8537174584802824765</id><published>2008-11-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:43:13.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream, dream of a landmine explosion, dream of kids you have been interacting/playing with for 6 days, dream of the kids losing their arms and limps, dream of the bloody hospital filled with shrieking cries. I woke up with a jolt, and cried in my blanket. How stupid, I know. But I guess, I'm still not over the OCIP trip yet. And I know I still wanna go back Cambodia. Maybe even further like say, Kenya or Calcutta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm still sick &amp;amp; stuck at home, I might as well do the quiz Jason tagged me with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The R&amp;amp;R&gt; Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&gt; People who get tagged need to write a post in their blog of their 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as stating this set of rules clearly.&gt; At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names&gt;No tag back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I like twirling my hair around my fingers when I'm sleeping. Geex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I love seeing my own blood oozing out from my wounds/cuts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I emo alot on bus rides. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I love Ferro Rocher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I kiss my mum goodnight before I sleep every night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Thinking &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Thinking doubly hard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Yes, still thinking! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Cracking my brain and searching for answer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Till the next time! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8537174584802824765?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8537174584802824765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8537174584802824765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8537174584802824765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8537174584802824765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-catch-breath-when-i-look-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5439260971342199827</id><published>2008-11-23T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:31:58.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sister's coming back to Singapore today! I can't wait I can't wait! Whooping 14 days of missing her and today's the day! I have this strong feeling she'll cry when she sees me at the arrival hall later, just like how I hugged my mum so tightly and cried like a baby. And I'm so gonna sleep with her tonight and tell her all the happenings during OCIP trip. :DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272772839505857186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SSym9hATCqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jHfi6G1Oj10/s320/Neoprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had our mini OCIP gang gathering yesterday at Orchard. So glad that our gang all turned up. :) But, I was feeling tired/drowsy/emo-y (Idk why) so that explains why I was kinda quiet/pissed when we kept going into shops/irritated. Sigh what a loser, Christina. Never mind, there's still Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Wednesday. Trg's resuming this Wednesday! Oh my gosh. I'm soooooo dead. Really. Serious. No kidding. I stopped doing my sets since 2 weeks before Promos. Damn. And I think (Actually, no need to think. It is definitely.) my stamina is in pooooooooooor condition. Gosh, coach's gonna kill/slaughter/throw ball at me/say 'Your parents everyday cry ah'! :( Oh noooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;And then there's OCIP barbeque on Wednesday too. Which means the four of us (Lynn, Xinyi, Meng Seng and I) would have to rush down to Valentine's place straight after trg. Okay, I guess there's like a high possibility that I wouldn't turn up for the barbeque though I really really want to join you guys for partying and tonning. 'Cause I think I would have died during trg and tooooooo dead to travel to Marine Parade. :( And I'm still down with sore throat and flu, that gives me even more valid reasons not to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sad life I've got. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5439260971342199827?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5439260971342199827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5439260971342199827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5439260971342199827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5439260971342199827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/sisters-coming-back-to-singapore-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SSym9hATCqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jHfi6G1Oj10/s72-c/Neoprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5564391423687299049</id><published>2008-11-22T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:00:23.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SSeDrkEk3kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-47FzZVjb74/s1600-h/OCIP+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271326673300938306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SSeDrkEk3kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-47FzZVjb74/s320/OCIP+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A continuation of OCIP2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cambodia. I miss the head banging and all the night parties (without mentioning the early curfew at 1030pm). It had been great to play the sickest truth or dare game with you guys and having you guys ringing the hotel room doorbell 5 times every visit.&lt;br /&gt;And "whatever happened in the room stays in the rooom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Seng, always the mastermind but ended up falling for the trap;&lt;br /&gt;Kun Wei, always violating Elaine's chipmunk and snores so loudly even if its a 20minute short nap, comes up with the lamest dare ever;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine, the one with the smoothest skin and her 7 year old looooook;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ni;&lt;br /&gt;Acasius, with a special nickname called Ah-Ca-Sus and the DAREST girl ever doing all the demos and explaining all the terms for me;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, the touchy girl but yet refuse to admit that she loves touching girls (Lol!);&lt;br /&gt;Chuan Chun, BCC the nicest angel who closes and lock the door everytime someone leaves/enters the room 202;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, you've got the sexay look la dude and have some kind of mature thoughts, I always remember your bestie -- Billy;&lt;br /&gt;Aly, the guy who is always funny, hyped up and never once fail to MSN his girlfriend;&lt;br /&gt;Najiy, with the headband on his head (I've no idea why he has that, its not like his hair is so long, hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice, my rooooooomie for 10 days and with her 'PLEASE LOCK THE DOOR' rule, lost her whole photo album in the camera and I came out from toilet after bathing only to realize shes crying and I had to cheer her up until I suddenly fall from the bed down to the floor and she started laughing (what a bitch ahahahah!), thought fireworks were bombs, and shared experiences with each other;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, the guy with his freaky pinky so hugeeeeeeee that its not A PINKY FINGER;&lt;br /&gt;Mel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Indian poker game. I miss the fortune thingy (Hilarious like mad!). I miss going gagaga with Eileen over the cute waiter, Lita. I miss the room raids when Eileen would be the one paving the way for us into the room, Casu Beat and I would dress up in our mat, sunglasses and jacket attire and then CHIONGED into the room. Once, we raided Kunwei's rooom. What the heck! It was sooooooooooo smelly!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way all of us snuggled into my small cosy room (like 4 people on each bed, and poor BCC have to take the flooor!).&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we all sang along to those songs we played on the bus. I miss the care and concern we showered for each other when we ALL fall sick together, had sore throat, flu and headache. I miss the way how Elaine passes the hand sanitizer during meals and we would all start spraying it like good kids. I miss how we joked about spraying the sanitizer all over and using it to attack each other (Yes, its Ben who sprayed me!) I miss calling all of your rooooms to plan night parties and morning call you guys. I miss Miss Wee knocking on our door and say, the noise level is tooo high! Lower down! I miss Mr Tan telling us his Cheemology theories and his reflections. I miss Miss Lee, our big sister, disciplining us. I miss having those stupid logic games we played during meals and on bus rides, I always took a superrrrr long time to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I have been to where I should be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5564391423687299049?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5564391423687299049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5564391423687299049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5564391423687299049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5564391423687299049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/continuation-of-ocip2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SSeDrkEk3kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-47FzZVjb74/s72-c/OCIP+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8061614174169207366</id><published>2008-11-20T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:11:31.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCIP2008!</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps! Yes, I'm back from Cambodia Siem Reap! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm currently down with flu and sore throat and I had to stay at home to recuperate, the trip was none otherwise worthwhile and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from own journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the lifestyles of the Cambodian villagers, I realize how fortunate I really am and how sheltered my life is -- to have have a stable roof above and good living conditions. But yet, I admire the way they look at things -- Like say, though their living conditions are bad, they still remained positive towards life. Their lives may be simple, with only their fishing boats, but they made their lives a much more meaningful one than all of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Nadiah: Singaporean kids are too bored being kids, while the Cambodian kids are too bored of being adults. How true.&lt;br /&gt;Also, with Candy not being able to join us for this long-anticipated trip, I've learnt the importance of being cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of the bus upon arriving Tatouk Pri Sch, my feet landed on the muddy ground, images on houses on stilts appeared before my eyes, and the first breathe I took consists of the dung smell. Flies were buzzing around, cows were ploughing the grounds, the first thought that came into my mind was, oh no, do I really have to do CIP here for 5 days?!&lt;br /&gt;As the entire day goes on, I sense that they are far more contented than Singaporeans. They do know how to appreciate the work we volunteer to them. And they are happy even if we give them just fruits for lunch. At the same time, I'm in search of the answer to this question: Are we really helping us or rather, they are helping us? At least in my opinion, I believe that they are helping me, in realizing things I never had the chance to discover.&lt;br /&gt;During the city tour, I witnessed the traffic situation, how bad it is. In the shopping mall, we noticed that the escalators that we have been so familiar with, are something new and a strange tool for them. They were all surprised and taken aback by the escalators. It stirred me to realize that we could be living in the same planet, same world, but yet the technology advancement is so so so different; with what we have in Singapore, they don't have and what they have in Cambodia, we don't have it in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3 Reflecting upon ownself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the Cambodian kids, I actually felt kind of embarrassed. Yeah sad to say that, but its true. It's just a small freaky lizard and dead bat, but yet, I'm screaming freaking loud while the kid can just pick it up with her bare hands. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I've learnt:&lt;br /&gt;1. How to paint. I never had the chance to paint something in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2. OCIP members are fun people to be with!&lt;br /&gt;3. I cannot teach young kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 interesting things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Their school lasts for 3 hours only, unlike typical Singapore primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;2. The kids here are rough and rowdy, too familiar with the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 difficulty:&lt;br /&gt;1. Making the lesson interesting and making them wait for us to prepare our teaching materials before we can get started on our lesson. But thank god, Benedict, Wanting and Shi Han made the lesson COOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 7 Appreciation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started with Sean down with fever, headache and sligh hangover. Then it continued with Benedict. A funny guy turned pale and sick in just an instant. Later that night, Yun Ni was down too. Watching her puke and vommitted all the contents in her stomach, I felt a pinch of heartache. Next was Shi Han, Jasmine, Aly and Miss Lee.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we took the necessary jabs and medication, how come we're still getting sick and even Yun Ni was hospitalised? After seeing so many of my teammates falling sick, I learn to appreciate the friends I've made, and also the importance of our health. Because being sick deprives us of our energy and really makes the people around us worried.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the education system and route our government and parents planned out for us. At least I wouldn't be one of the only few to enter university and learn english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just getting to know you guys better, but 3 more days left, and we have to part. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 8 Freedom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Cambodians have more freedom in the sense that they are not forced to study, and they seemed carefree with whatever they do. In fact, it is our own mindset that locks us in this dilemma and we're sick of life, thus unable to find joy within it. However, they find bliss in their ignorance as in, they don't know that we're actually more well-off than them, and see that everyone in their village lives the same way, thus they don't feel inferior or so.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Cambodians may not necessary be the ones who are free. We have the material means to buy whatever we want, whatever we desire, whatever we like, but they being not so well off have to consider twice before making the purchase. Also, perhaps some Cambodians do not really like people like us to help them, because they think that this is afterall their own country, they do not need an outsider's help, and the help we offered now seems like a forced one, like they are forced to accept the help we offer.&lt;br /&gt;So actually, I cannot come to a conclusion of who is actually more carefree, but I can say, we're all free in our own ways, and no matter what, we will always envy others for having what they have and we don't, and never appreciate what we already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea Hay, Khnhom Nuk Neak, Cambodia. (Goodbye, I miss you, Cambodia)&lt;br /&gt;Especially, Mopok, Luk, Gan, Ni and other kids who came to welcome us warmly every morning.&lt;br /&gt;OCIP2008! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8061614174169207366?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8061614174169207366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8061614174169207366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8061614174169207366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8061614174169207366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/ocip2008.html' title='OCIP2008!'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7859331721348100470</id><published>2008-11-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:21:02.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Cambodia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SReaPQGBhaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SFd5oQVFYH0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266847876042032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SReaPQGBhaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SFd5oQVFYH0/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helloooooooo there Cambodia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow morning's flight at 6am. Oh my oh my oh my, finally this day, I've been sooooo excited since erm, the first OCIP meeting! Looking forward, Siem Reap, wait for my arrival man! Yayyyy wooooohoooooooooos~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7859331721348100470?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7859331721348100470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7859331721348100470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7859331721348100470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7859331721348100470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-cambodia.html' title='Hello Cambodia!'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SReaPQGBhaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SFd5oQVFYH0/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5591820858280150981</id><published>2008-11-08T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:33:59.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Castle Personality Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecastlepersonalitytest/castle.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a bit tentative when it comes to new experiences. You have to push yourself to try new things, but once you do, you love the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to think that people see you as intellectual and wise. You consider yourself to be very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you feel very trapped in your life. You often feel like there is no way out of your rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your life is well managed and fulfilling. You enjoy every day, even if nothing out of the ordinary happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't optimistic about the future. You worry about what will happen to the world and if we'll be able to clean up the messes we've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Castle Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The True You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck is something you won't attain - you expect bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's" The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Feeling Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/heart-8.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have no idea where your love path leads, but you're looking forward to the journey.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love as an adventure. While you may get hurt, that's the risk you have to take.&lt;br /&gt;You are receptive to any love or relationship that may come your way. You can't predict love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, your heart is susceptible to: Anything... both good and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current outlook on love: Free spirited and flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life will improve if you: Protect yourself a little. You don't have to be open to every romantic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for: Treating love as a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Heart Feeling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Based on Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/friendship.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, chemistry doesn't really happen without compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;Companionship and openness are the most important parts of your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you love should be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;And falling in love with a good friend is never out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You only fall for people who you truly understand... and who truly understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: Sometimes you don't admit how important physical chemistry is to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Love Based On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Change Your Life, But It Won't Be Easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouchangeyourlifequiz/change-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You really, truly want to change. You're just not sure that you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;You need a solid plan, supportive friends, and a strong will.&lt;br /&gt;Think about times you've made hard changes, and what you did to get through them.&lt;br /&gt;A change is in your future - you just need a little help getting started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Can&lt;/a&gt; You Change Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Love of Gummi Bears Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecandysayaboutyouquiz/gummibears.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a total goofball. You can't help but be silly most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, life is way too short to be taken all that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love playing pranks and telling jokes. You live to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You the type most likely to play with your food before you eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Favorite Candy Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cute Monster Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecutemonstertest/monster-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a simply happy person. You still view the world with a childlike innocence.&lt;br /&gt;You have an easy going attitude, and you value harmony. You love freely and inspire others to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inner demon is frailty. You are easily beaten down by life.&lt;br /&gt;People think you're cute because you are optimistic. Your outlook on life is charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Cute Monster Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/sunday.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like this day of the week, you are ruled by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else, you are extremely bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but be a little self-centered and overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;After all, the world does seem to revolve around you at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the day of rest, and you love to take time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;And for you, nothing is more relaxing than having people wait on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Day of the Week Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Monkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatanimalareyouquiz/monkey.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very fascinating creature. People are interested in every little thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;You are smart, curious, and clever. You are naturally witty, and you have a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see things from many different angles, and you always have an interesting perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are likely agile and playful. You stay physically fit simply by staying active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Animal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hair Should Be Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/brown.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an intelligent, well respected person.&lt;br /&gt;You are very confident. You take yourself seriously, and other people take you seriously too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good leader, and you can be trusted with someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;You motivate people well, and you command respect easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are competent, successful, and organized. You can't stand chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Some people mistake you for being cold, calculating, or elitist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Hair Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Live in Wisconsin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstateshouldyouliveinquiz/wisconsin.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you don't want to live in Wisconsin, you might also consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; State Should You Live In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Socks Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesockspersonalitytest/socks-4.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quite cuddly&lt;br /&gt;- Downright adorable&lt;br /&gt;- Truly kind&lt;br /&gt;- Infinitely patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Socks Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfamilyroledoyouplayquiz/daughter.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You very keyed in to emotions. You care deeply and are quick to forgive others.&lt;br /&gt;You often get lost in your own thoughts and daydreams. You find it difficult to stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are sweet, sensitive, and innocent. You bring joy to people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;You are open and expressive. You love sharing your optimistic, dreamy vision of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you feel powerless and like a victim. Your fear can paralyze you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to complain and whine. Whether your complaints are legitimate or not, you're not one to solve your own problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Family Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Likely a First Born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/first-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when you're researching.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You See The World Through Red Colored Glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorglassesdoyouseetheworldthroughquiz/red.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You live your life with intensity. You have strong emotions and experience everything vividly.&lt;br /&gt;You judge all interactions through the lens of power. You determine who has the most power and how to improve your position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You face challenges with courage and strength. You can will your way through any problem.&lt;br /&gt;You see love as the utmost expression of your passions and desires. Your romantic life is very passionate and overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are easily angered and quick to fight. You will go to war with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You are happiest when you are expending a lot of energy. And you love the feeling of danger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Glasses Do You See the World Through?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Live in the Present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouliveinthepastpresentorfuturequiz/present.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take things one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out, that's a pretty great way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't consumed by the past, and you're aren't obsessed with the future.&lt;br /&gt;You live in the now, and you enjoy each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people don't live in the present enough, make sure you don't live in it too much.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a mistake to forget your past or neglect to plan for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Do&lt;/a&gt; You Live in the Past, Present, or Future?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the House Test Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thehousetest/house.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You consider yourself important, but no more important than anyone else. You love attention, but you don't feel like you deserve more of it than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't against being community oriented, but it's not really your thing. You tend to prefer to focus on your family and not the neighborhood around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a playful, charming, and seductive person. People feel instantly close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take good care of your physical appearance. You dress well, stay in shape, and do your best to look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moved by romance and love. You are optimistic about people, and you love hearing about happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; House Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Okay Listener&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodlistnerquiz/listener-2.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You try to be a good listener, and usually you are.&lt;br /&gt;But some people are just so boring and difficult to listen to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind tends to wander during some conversations.&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to space out a little or try to change the subject to something more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Listener?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5591820858280150981?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5591820858280150981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5591820858280150981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5591820858280150981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5591820858280150981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/castle-personality-test-you-are-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6708959043281625280</id><published>2008-11-08T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:17:02.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If every drop of rain was a thought of you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd have every storming cloud in the the world inside my head and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd still miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6708959043281625280?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6708959043281625280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6708959043281625280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6708959043281625280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6708959043281625280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-every-drop-of-rain-was-thought-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8797982983558748286</id><published>2008-11-03T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:03:09.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos up! Credits to Eugin Wee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SV3SVp_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/E2X3wrfoP1c/s1600-h/tpjc.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264446656246818802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SV3SVp_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/E2X3wrfoP1c/s320/tpjc.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SVO5qGtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VQp3fG3G0pA/s1600-h/iwish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264446645405883090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SVO5qGtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VQp3fG3G0pA/s320/iwish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SU2DFcEI/AAAAAAAAAps/UsNtmsbifXs/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264446638734536770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SU2DFcEI/AAAAAAAAAps/UsNtmsbifXs/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264446666371529026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SWdAQeUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/AxmlBX1UFi4/s320/happybdaychrist.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand, take a breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull me close, and take one step &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your eyes locked on mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let the music be your guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral Presentation was awesome! Okay, I did stumble like once or twice but overall, I guess our group did fairly well, better improvement than those other dry-runs. :) Not too bad! I was sooooo excited after my part, and was like telling Jon before Q&amp;amp;A, "Omg, Jon, it's gonna be over in another 4 min!" And when it came to Q&amp;amp;A, I guessed I answered pretty well too, I mean, I am confident my answer suits the question and it kinda convinced the accessors. Well done, TP007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentations, I caught HSM3 together with Yuz. It was great. I don't want this to be the last movie. :(&lt;br /&gt;Jason, you should save up money and watch it man! They sang the 'We're all in this together' in a slow version! :D Anyway, thanks for the blog entry! Geex, I kinda miss CampUnity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The movie kinda made me wanna go for proms. Can you believe that my secondary school didnt organize a prom for the graduating classes? Sucky. I heard they put it on the claim that, some couple once kissed in the middle of the dancefloor, and since then, they cancelled the idea of having a prom. But whatever it is, the good thing is, I'm in JC, and yeah, there might be a prom, like what the J2s are having. Oh my, I'm feeling so excited for them! Hah! Hey, come on, it's a girl's dream to attend prom alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like catching lightening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chances of of finding, someone like you (Oooh like you) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's one in a million &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chances of feeling the way we do (The way we do) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with every step together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just keep on getting better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 8 more days to the OCIP Cambodia trip! Oh yes, I'm looking forward to it thought it might seem like a free labour concentration camp. Hahahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8797982983558748286?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8797982983558748286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8797982983558748286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8797982983558748286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8797982983558748286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-my-hand-take-breath-pull-me-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SQ8SV3SVp_I/AAAAAAAAAp8/E2X3wrfoP1c/s72-c/tpjc.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8499759835215377079</id><published>2008-10-31T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:21:47.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you sing me my birthday song?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a while more to go before I turn 17 officially. So technically, it's still my small bitchy sister's 15th birthday. But whatever it is, Happy Birthday! And hey, I'm really sorry I busted you in the morning. &amp;amp; In case you don't know why her birthday is just a day before mine, I'll have to get started on a long long story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I can say, maybe it was good family planning by my parents. It could also be by incidence.It happened when many relatives and friends of my parents turned up for my 2nd birthday party. So coincidentally that my Mum's waterbag broke, and yeah, guess what? My sister made her first glance in this world, and it was dramatic, with many people crowding in the hospital. I was eating my own birthday cake in the hospital. (How pathetic) My birthday song wasn't even sang yet! After a few hours of waiting, we decided to heck it, and just go home instead. When Dad and I just reached home, his phone rang and a voice said "Hi Mr Choy, your wife has given birth to a girl!" What the hell, he was overwhelmed with joy. And then for the next few years, I'm always celebrating my birthday in advance, sharing a cake with her, blowing the candles out together. Especially after my Mum told me another crazy story like, your sister wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, so she came out. She wanted to eat your ice-cream cake and blah blah. [Omg, how retarded I was back then to believe her idiotic story!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Joz, there's where the sisterly love came in. &gt;.&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anw, this continued till about I was in primary 5 when I started telling my parents how unfair they were. And yes, for a period of time, I really kind of dislike my sister. Come on, I was my parents' girl, until she came along and popped up, turning into the main character in my childhood. Who can possibly bear with it man!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually I grew up knowing I ought to dote on her, so I started getting her presents, which she really wanted but refuse to get it for herself. She's those kind of person who eyes for something yet scrimps and save, then unwilling to spend it on herself. So unlike me, who believes in a good and luxurious lifestyle, and thats why I tend to splurge. (&amp;amp; I'll die easily, cause I'm always spending away money, with no savings for rainy days.) So this year, I got her this S.H.E CD, yes, so cheena, but can't help it what, her idols. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so you see how she's the main character in my life, given that I wrote a long entry on her, and nothing about my own 17th advance birthday celebration yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I woke up as per normal day, rushed to get to school for OCIP dance. Ended up waiting there for an hour, no dance steps learnt. Then off for OP practice. Ended OP practice, when Syl called me and told me to meet her in the canteen. Oh, how dumb, I didn't even sense anything was amiss. Then I was brought to the cafe, and got to know they're plotting some kind of surprise party for me. The whole class, except hmm, let me see, who was late? Hahah! First birthday spent in JC, and yeah you guys totally made it a memorable one! Because, I was tricked by my whole PW group (Thanks ah guys!). I was asking them anyone wanna go to canteen and grab a quick snack, but they just replied, oh we're going to the cafe. So I thought, alright then I'll just meet that troublesome Syl at the canteen. After that, I saw them preparing for the party thing, and was about to sing the birthday song with the whole class there! Omg, I was totally set up! Zzzzz. &amp;amp; Weixing, don't try to smash the CHOCOLATE cake in my face okay! Haha! Luckily I was strong enough to block that tiny piece of cake away from my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we boarded the bus, and headed for Internal Security Dept. The bus ride was hilarious, but thank god, I wasn't sabotaged! Definitely I don't want to do a forfeit like Puiwah's. HAHAHAHA!After the ISD tour which lasted for freaking 3 hours, we (PW, Joz, Jon and E) went to Plaza Sing to have our dinner at Pastamania.And then rushed home for Sister's birthday cake cutting. Spent $2.80 for that Express Bus, damn. I saw the cake and I was shrieking, what the hell! It was a Hello Kitty cake! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEY MUM, THAT CAKE WAS MEANT FOR ME RIGHT! NOT HER! GRRRRRRRRRR. I DEMAND A BETTER ONE TOMORROW NIGHT, PERHAPS AN ICE-CREAM CAKE FROM SWENSENS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, since I'm about to be a year older, I should mend my ways. I need to stop acting like 7 but rather 17. Like say, I should be more quick-witted (&amp;amp; avoid being wols); speak softer and more ladylike. No way you can get me to kick my addiction on Hello Kitty! Oh yes, like what Sandu says, I should stop whining! Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. This is so hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I should start thinking what I should wish for tomorrow. Yeah, I need to finalise on threeeeeeeeeee! Hah! Another 45 Minutes! :D Geex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, the best birthday present will come from you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ecause, you're the precious gift.&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/12782551-8499759835215377079?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8499759835215377079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8499759835215377079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8499759835215377079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8499759835215377079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/10/17th-birthday.html' title='17th Birthday'/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8302738067707267777</id><published>2008-10-28T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:11:20.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets? Lol! I guess so, but most of them are no longer in the secret list, cause I go around telling people. How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you? No, I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to sch?Hmm, its a waste of time to go back to school now, so yeah, you've got the answer.&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars? I'll tour the whole world, buy a big house, and a big car, and a big yatch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend? Hmmmmm, as for now, such things did not occur for me yet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone? Erm, I'm greedy okay.&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs:(IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER)&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, 15 favourite songs?! I thought there's only 1 favourite? Well, I don't really have favourite songs, but as for now, this song really matches my mood: Cause I believe, the song of Hot Shot.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do? Erm, I'll make up a super dramatic scene like in those television shows, but not those bitchy kind. Rather it'd be like those crying and walking in streets. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy? Hmmmm, chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry? Ughhhhhhh this is hard. Maybe, smokers? Yeah, I'm also refering to my dad when he smokes.&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time? If everything goes well, I'm hoping to get myself an internship at some overseas hospital. Happily engaged with my gorgeous fiancee. :)&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you? I realise the sentence grammar is wrong! Okay, my Mum. :)&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life? Belief. With belief, I find the strength from within.&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor? Same sentiments, Jason! Single and rich. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour? White, Red (Omgosh, Singapore flag!?)&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship? I'd prefer not to give it my all, because I would be hurt the most. But still, when it comes to reality, I will.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick? Obviously, not both of them.&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done? No, I'm a scorpio, I remember grudges.&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the someone you like? Erm, its all written all over my blog entries. :O&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged: Ugh, 5 only? Hahaha! P, Syl, Moo, Eugin, &amp;amp; Jan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8302738067707267777?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8302738067707267777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8302738067707267777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8302738067707267777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8302738067707267777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/10/rule-1-people-who-have-been-tagged-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5239557487535812809</id><published>2008-10-19T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:25:29.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can we be more than just friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srly, life has been hectic these few weeks. First, Project Work. We're done with Written Report, and the cutting down of words process was irritating -- From 5.8K to 2.9K. So now we're just left with Oral Presentation and Insights and Reflections. Just endure awhile more, and PW is over! But then, the thought of being the first group in the whole level presenting is scary. And this would mean I'm the very first presenter of the whole level because I'm the first speaker of the first group of the whole level. Get what I mean? Haha. That means I'd be the first one to be shot dead in the Question and Answer part. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OCIP. Had 4 separate jabs for Hep A, Influenza, Tetantus and Typhoid on Wed. The pain of the needles going is shiok, haha, I totally enjoy the process, especially when I see the blood oozing out. Geex. The aftermath of the jabs were horrible. Numb, stiff, dizzy, headache, and weak. So I rested at home on Thurs, skipping the important lecture for Chem. I doubt its easy to catch up again, given that I've skipped the phenols lecture as well. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help for Math Vectors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I think my blog's boring and it contains mundane stuff. I wonder who still reads it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5239557487535812809?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5239557487535812809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5239557487535812809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5239557487535812809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5239557487535812809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-we-be-more-than-just-friends-srly.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3159402010300505741</id><published>2008-10-09T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:14:36.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unlocking your soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know then how little I actually understands you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet I'm still trying to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pretending we could talk about everything and anything under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Realising how feeble you could be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a sudden urge rise within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want so much to be there for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even if you don't need me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;open up your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let me in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;allow me to embrace your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I'll be there to catch you when you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3159402010300505741?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3159402010300505741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3159402010300505741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3159402010300505741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3159402010300505741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/10/unlocking-your-soul-i-know-then-how.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5185776861533987427</id><published>2008-10-03T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:25:23.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, I apologize for the disappearance for 2 weeks away from this blog. Either I'm too busy or I don't really have the zest and mood to blog. Especially when I'm still unable to accept my pathetic promos results which might retain me as a J1 next year.&lt;br /&gt;My constant As for all the Econs tests are not going to help me in any way, because this time round, I scored a freaking U and its going to take up 70% of the overall results.&lt;br /&gt;So what if all my H2s are pretty well done? So what if I've got an A for Bio, B for Math, and B for Chem? Would they even look at my previous results for Econs and at least let me promote to J2? Even if its that case, the fact that I flunked both my H1s would still be reflected in the report card and I would still deem myself as a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried and I'm troubled. For the last two weeks, I was constantly plagued with the fact that I might retain or advance. To me, these two options do not differ from each other much. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only thing I could do is to ace PW, look forward to OCIP trip, and perhaps the family trip to Genting trip in the early Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I totally lost the momentum to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in bits and pieces. I can't seem to piece them together so that they go in a flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye. It's pretty rare you see me online at such time on a Fri evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5185776861533987427?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5185776861533987427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5185776861533987427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5185776861533987427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5185776861533987427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/10/woah-i-apologize-for-disappearance-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5137269431583119446</id><published>2008-09-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:46:22.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not really as carefree as a bird now even though Promos are over. Because, we've still got PW and yeah, who ask me to act clever, go join OCIP. Lol. But I seriously think OCIP would be a fruitful and meaningful experience with all the great and fun people in there. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I need a reflection book, ask the teachers and the other 33 people to come to my blog and read my weekly reflections here. I think it would be far more accessible. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking don't know how many people out there is reading my blog, it's scary to have someone know you better through your own personal blog. I should lock my blog up, Yeah, I should. Lol. I've always thought my blog is so whatever &amp;amp; no one reads it or only read it occasionally. But then those that I seldom talk to, only said hi and bye in school, reads my entries as well. So, now that I know they're reading my blog, I should say a big Hellooooo and Welcome. Lol! This is for you, Christabel. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's really fun to have such a bitchy friend like Beatrice Tan to be in OCIP. Weird, your bitchiness is coool, I mean like, it doesn't make someone feel like I hate you, and I wanna KILL you (Like the girl who stares at you, Hahaha). I'm really excited for that trip so we can party in the 3 star hotel. Lol, of course, no potato chips, no coke or what since that teacher said we're not supposed to bring those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, do I really have to write my weekly reflections in the notebook? I'm never good at penning down my thoughts. This is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5137269431583119446?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5137269431583119446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5137269431583119446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5137269431583119446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5137269431583119446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-im-not-really-as-carefree-as-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7493815201824132448</id><published>2008-09-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:54:36.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's such a bore. Attending such activities are a waste of time. I'd rather prefer the school to grant us two marking days so we get to enjoy another 2 days of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the security talk by LTC Chia is the only entertaining one. Especially the part where he asked Joshua (the 135 guy) for his name 'cause he went up to the mic for some Q&amp;amp;A and some guy from nowhere shouted 135! Hahahahah, it was super hilarious, I was practically rolling on the floor. Okay I din't, all I did was laughing so loudly like nobody's business since I'm already sitting on the steps and my whole nice image is already gone. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Super duper. &amp;amp; Craving for the xiao long bao that we (Syl, Joz, Sandu &amp;amp; Moo) ate at Din Tai Fung. DROOLING. I know E and Jon's craving for that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'M TAKING OUT MY BRACES THE NEXT APPOINTMENT, WHICH IS ON 29TH OCT! :D Yeahhhhhhhhh like finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7493815201824132448?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7493815201824132448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7493815201824132448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7493815201824132448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7493815201824132448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/schools-such-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6265499560647756223</id><published>2008-09-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:30:21.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SNEOKVjys2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ymnl2yg-P8E/s1600-h/E.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246990611612087138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SNEOKVjys2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ymnl2yg-P8E/s320/E.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice right nice right, this blogskin? A production of Eugin Wee. His designs are woahhhhh, nice like erm, Ferro Rocher. Lol, okay whatever. But thats the only chocolate I like, so I'm using it as an example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, Cherie accompanied me for a haircut today at Marina Sq Chapter 2 again. Tried requesting for Fion (She cut my hair twice already) but its her off-day today. And, I dint want to travel all the way down there tomorrow either, so I settled with another female hairdresser. I was like, uhmmmmmmmm, (took quite long to say) can I have a female hairdresser? Lol, I never liked some male hairdresser to cut my hair or wash it. The previous time I had some guy washing my hair, and I was freaking stiff throughout the washing. I was messaging Cam loves and she was saying, I trust guys more. Come on la, you're such a flirt, thats why. Haahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh, my ugly fringe. So bangs. So straight. Whatever, laugh your asses off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we had lunch at Pizzahut and Joel joined us halfway. Then, started roaming about in Marina Sq and Suntec City 'cause I was looking for Kevan's and Cam's birthday presents. So hard, so tough to get a present for a guy, even though Joel's giving some constructive ideas. Cherie's not being any help there, Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow's school. Grrrrrrrrr. Just for some stupid PW 1 hr lesson. Miss Young would go on blabbering on and on for Written Report and we'll all put our heads on the table. Then, some security talk in Audi, waste of time. House meeting, ugh, what can I do there? Sports sale! Weeeeeee. :D Then, dental appointment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shucks, I think my doctor's gonna say something bad. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6265499560647756223?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6265499560647756223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6265499560647756223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6265499560647756223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6265499560647756223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/nice-right-nice-right-this-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SNEOKVjys2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ymnl2yg-P8E/s72-c/E.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6075933968926660166</id><published>2008-09-15T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:59:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freedommmmmmmmm at last. :D&lt;br /&gt;Throw all the notes and books aside, and let's PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Promos have ended! Oh, I survived Promos.&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see, my results would be horrible, atrocious, and whatever words I can describe bad.&lt;br /&gt;But still, all that arrives, I shall embark on my adventurous journey,&lt;br /&gt;and stretch myself fully for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's scream &lt;strong&gt;WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6075933968926660166?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6075933968926660166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6075933968926660166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6075933968926660166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6075933968926660166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedommmmmmmmm-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3043947072654724910</id><published>2008-09-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:11:49.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is coooooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm going for OCIP Cambodia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sister's going for her Europe trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Both trips set off on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, Daddy and Mummy would be home all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;How lonely. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3043947072654724910?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3043947072654724910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3043947072654724910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3043947072654724910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3043947072654724910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-coooooooooooool.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-5652213374421379078</id><published>2008-09-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:06:34.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fingers are feeling lost right now on the keyboard, because I was kind of on a study retreat for the last two weeks. You can call it so since I spent around 18hours a day at the study desk, studying and practising questions over and over again, skipped breakfast and only having a light lunch and dinner. The very first day Promos started, I put on my uniform skirt, and realise my skirt was FREAKING loose. I had to pin it with a safety pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've at least lost 2kg or so in these two weeks. Maybe Yvonne should do the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm just left with one more paper to go. And despite being on the study retreat plan, I still screwed up my Math paper. I bet I've lost around 20 marks, say Bye Bye to my A &amp;amp; B grade, and Hello to maybe a C grade or even a worser grade like say S. Oh no, I don't want to get a S for Math.&lt;br /&gt;GP essay was alright, at least I knew what to write, and able to come up with points and substainate it. On the contrary, GP Compre sucked. What stupid industralisation, I was already stucked at the first question, and I din't really bother much to continue doing. I just anyhow scribbled some answers down.&lt;br /&gt;Econs was hmmmmmmm, should I say I was prepared fully but just a lack of time to write all the points I had in my head. If everything goes well, without a single mishap, I should be able to secure a safe nice B? I don't know, my predictions are always wrong, which means that I might end up with a C. :(&lt;br /&gt;Biology, the most stressful paper and preparation I've ever had. I cried at least 3 times while studying, 'cause it was really alot of memory work. Slept at 11.30pm the night before, woke up at 1.30am to study, slept again at 3am, woke up at 5.30pm and then had another short nap at 9.30pm (for an hour) before going for the exam itself. I still couldn't do Mitosis and Meiosis, fucking stupid cell division.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper 2 was nicefully done, as in, the only one which I had much confidence for. So, all I need to do now is ace paper 1 and a B should be on my way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before going on another 2 day study retreat for Chemistry paper 1, I need a breather. I need to watch a movie, eat some fastfood, watch youtube and SLEEP. My mind's like freaking tired and it needs to replenish the brain cells by the Mitosis and Meiosis process, whereby chromosomes coil and spiralisation occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ignore those crap. Bye people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-5652213374421379078?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5652213374421379078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=5652213374421379078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5652213374421379078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/5652213374421379078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fingers-are-feeling-lost-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7828945941776686929</id><published>2008-08-27T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:15:00.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Syl, please please stop calling me a mugger. I know I am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Sometimes I think I'm so much of a mugger material that I forego many other opportunities which are far more important than just pure mugging.&lt;/strong&gt; Like, I always think that going out with parents for meals are a total waste of time. I would always get them to buy food home for me, and I can read notes while eating. Then, I only spend time with them during the 30 minutes of mealtime. The rest of the time I'm always in my room, sitting at the study desk.&lt;br /&gt;I should, or rather, I need to stop that. Wait, I'll do that only after promos.&lt;br /&gt;If I can rewrite a list of new year resolutions, I would add this in, on the top of the list -- &lt;strong&gt;Spend more time with family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ewwwwwwwww, I'm watching Niptuck now. Gross!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the point. The reason why I'm thinking about all that is, because Mum was telling me about her doctor's appointment. &amp;amp; I think I really really need to treasure the times with her before something grave happens, like say, her health report or so whatever. New addition to the list-- &lt;strong&gt;Accompany Mum for every doctor appointment she has.&lt;/strong&gt; Just like how she always accompanied me for my dental appointments for the first few sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Daddy, he seems tired and so worn out when he's back from work. Plus, he has to wake up early just to wake me up in time for school. I know he wants massages from both of us, like before. But, Yvonne's always refusing to give him those massages. And yes, I'm busy mugging. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I'm felt like I've always been a unfilial daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've failed again, trying to be a better elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a friend as well. Sorry Jan, I realise I've totally ignored you for the whole week. Reason being, I don't really think you should skip lessons so often. Maybe because I hate the idea of skipping classes, and that's why I think my friends should have the same thinking as well. Sorry. I intend to write you a letter yesterday, our usual way of confiding with each other, but then, this time round, I din't know how to start the letter. Should I start it off with a sorry, or something light? and Hey Moo, thanks for the letter and that verse. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, elearning tomorrow again. I had a bad experience once in sec 4 and I definitely wouldn't want to replay that whole scene again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7828945941776686929?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7828945941776686929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7828945941776686929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7828945941776686929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7828945941776686929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/syl-please-please-stop-calling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4740068539196115699</id><published>2008-08-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:48:58.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downslope</title><content type='html'>Friday was a &lt;strong&gt;bad bad&lt;/strong&gt; day, with the fact of flunking my Alevels Chem SPA exam plaguing my mind for the rest of the afternoon. Ended up having a headache, and overwhelmed with fatigue, I texted Maddy I'm not going for self-training in the evening. Went home and tried mugging for Econs, but before I could reach the second question, I dozed off at the study table. When I woke up, I was comfortably laid down on my bed, &amp;amp; I have no idea how come I land up there. Maybe I walked to the bed in a sub-conscious state. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, a stay-in home full-day, zooming at a full mugging speed. Done with Introductory Chem, Alkanes and Alkenes. Did half of the DNA &amp;amp; Genomics chapter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, another typical mugging session yet, it feels so good to be nuzzled up in bed 'cause of the rain. Was down with a runny nose, and sore throat. "Great and timely" period to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I should get started on the last econs essay macro 123 question 7. I'm not gonna care what Amantha wants for question 5 and 6. First, she says do essay outline. Now, we have to do a whole essay. What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands and feet are cold, what is happening? Come on, don't do this to me. Tomorrow is a long day with lots of tutorials. I need to be in perfect condition, so that I would be able to concentrate in tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great for Olympics to end today? This means, I'm able to lock up the television. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4740068539196115699?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4740068539196115699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4740068539196115699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4740068539196115699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4740068539196115699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/downslope.html' title='Downslope'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-4305285218654808296</id><published>2008-08-18T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:24:00.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phelps Olympics 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Misplaced and found</title><content type='html'>Okay, S02, please be mentally prepared when you guys read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvester is joining our class next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;, How to! Shit, damn it, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, I want to scold the F word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why! Of all people, he's joining us for year 2. I seriously don't mind the other malay guy joining us 'cause with him around, at least, there's 4 and a half guys. Obviously, you know who's the half guy la. Then now with him around, oh my god, we definitely get to see the PCD dance he performed during dancefest. &amp;amp; Of course, some Ewwwwwwwwww scandal going on between him and one of our girls. The thought of it is &lt;strong&gt;Scary&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Wx was imitating his dance silently during Econs and it was hilarious, not disgusting. Different people with different styles. At least, wx's was cool. And then, Sylvester started spraying some powdery spray, and my nose totally itched like crazy &amp;amp; I nudged Pw everytime he turns his head. &lt;em&gt;I make sure one day, I will twist your neck off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we were teasing Sylvia about having the same three letters as Sylvester. Hahahaha! Anw people, please bear in mind, Syl is for Sylvia, not Sylvester. Come on, I wouldn't even want to talk to him. Why would I even post about him? Okay, I might just talk about his stupid nonsensical disgusting revolting new dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, Monday blues again. I hate Mondays, and that's why I seem moody every Monday. We've got lessons until 5pm straight. &lt;strong&gt;PE 1hr, Math tutorial 1hr, Chem tutorial 1hr, break 30 min, Econs tutorial 1hr, break 30 min, GP 1hr30min, Bio SPA 2hr.&lt;/strong&gt; That explains why I have to mug so hard every weekend. Especially the last week's. With crazy 4 essays (with sub-parts A and B) to write, SPA exams (Alevels) today and Friday respectively for Bio and Chem, Alkenes tutorial, Apps of Integration tutorial &amp;amp; Integration Techniques assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I can't wait for Elearning day next Thurs. But then, it would only be less than 2 weeks to Promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Beatrice, I soo want you to be in Ocip, together with me luh. I was still thinking with you around, we can crap like crazy. Hahaha, because you're such a crappy person! But then, there's still hope for you getting in Ocip! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; My mum said this, "Eh girl, are you kind of too stressed these few weeks? How come you're like dropping hair?! I bring you go Beijing 101 want?" What the fuck. I don't want to go to some Chinese hair blahblah. And I'm so not dropping hair! Really, I am not. &amp;amp; Even so, I refuse to admit it. I have no idea where she got her stupid assumption from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phelps now with his 8 Beijing Olympics golds, and a career 16 medals (another 6 golds and 2 bronzes in Athens). Amazing, the greatest Olympian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-4305285218654808296?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4305285218654808296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=4305285218654808296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4305285218654808296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/4305285218654808296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-s02-please-be-mentally-prepared.html' title='Misplaced and found'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7795245907828988608</id><published>2008-08-16T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:58:04.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phelps Olympics 2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shit oh shit, how did my blogger dashboard format change?! It was never this format. Hmmmmmm. Did Jason change it? For now, I would cancel out that possibility. 'Cause though he has my password and er, co-owner of this blog, I don't think he has the blogger rights to do that.Whatever, it looks quite organised like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Cherie and I are playing the shoot shag marry game now online. Lol, I'm laughing like an idiot off infront of my screen. &amp;amp; I'm super kind enough to give her the better guys. Then she gave me Phelps and some other two random guys. I'd marry Phelps 'cause can ____ for all I want. Then shoot the two other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the five of us were playing truth or dare, and had some bet in Macs just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I've been doing stupid stuff recently, like how I made Mr Wong faint onto the floor literally during Chem tutorial. He was talking about the intermediate step in the free radical subsitution of Chlorine atoms for 5 whole minutes. &amp;amp; Then when he stopped, I raised my hand and asked "So Mr Wong, what is the intermediate?" &amp;amp; He dropped to the ground while the whole class was laughing damn loudly. &amp;amp; I explained, "Because, Mr Wong, you talk like bullet train, I couldn't process all out at such speed!" Then, Veronika gave me an example. Like say, Sylvester is the intermediate between a guy and a girl. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ocip interview was easy I guess. It's not so terrifying as I thought it would be, like with a whole row of teachers staring at me. Maybe Helen Choo would be one of the interviewers. But then, my interview was done at the study benches! Hahaha. It lasted less than 5 minutes but I think I kind of utilised every minute of it and hopefully impressed the interviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do that well for the Differentiation Math test, scored only 31 put of 50. I mean I could had done better and jump up to an A grade. But I guess I was too reliant on Bird for the last few months, so much so that I couldn't ace in such a easy test. I shall stop sleeping/messaging/stoning/writing small notes/daydream during lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say I ran my 2.4km run in 13.56min? Woah, I broke my own record! Lol. The last fastest time I ran was 15min in Sec 3. Not bad not bad, thanks to Jan &amp;amp; my dumbo partner, Maddy Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ending here, till the next post! Day 8 of Olympics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7795245907828988608?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7795245907828988608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7795245907828988608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7795245907828988608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7795245907828988608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-shit-oh-shit-how-did-my-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-3933856083718989951</id><published>2008-08-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:56:18.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phelps Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Come on Phelps, just another 3 more golds to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200m individual medley, 100m butterfly, and 4x100m medley relay to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest Olympian. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why Syl kept emphasizing he's on drugs. Come on la Syl, he's my&lt;strong&gt; idol&lt;/strong&gt; okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-3933856083718989951?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3933856083718989951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=3933856083718989951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3933856083718989951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/3933856083718989951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-on-phelps-just-another-3-more.html' title='The Phelps Phenomenon'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-9172410455533720905</id><published>2008-08-11T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:37:05.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phelps Olympics 2008'/><title type='text'>The race against time</title><content type='html'>Oh well. Things that are meant to be will come no matter what. That means, no way I can escape from my Ocip interview tomorrow at 10am, halfway through my Bio lecture. Unlesss I withdraw from the whole trip. I'm so not considering that option 'cause I'm not a weakling who backs out just because of a little peasy weasy interview. Come on Christina, believe in yourself, believe that you can breeze through the 5 minutes of interview (I suppose so, 'cause the next interviewee's timeslot is at 10.05am). Just like what Syl says, its the genuineness that matters. So I will CONVINCE them I should be in. Yea, now I do agree with myself that I should be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched the Dark Knight on Sunday. We're supposed to watch the softball women's league but it rained heavily before that so it was cancelled. Slacked 3 hours away there yet doing mole concept at a real slow pace. Hmm. Whatever, the plot of the movie doesn't seem to go in a flow for me. Lol. Then, went to Nick's place to play mahjong and recoup my losses for Friday. Cabbed home after that at 10pm, 'cause Mum was nagging at me &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 7.30am. I have no idea why I woke up that early, but I guess it's my sister's dumb habit--- sleep as early as 8pm, wake up at 7am, study till 9.30am, watch tv &amp;amp; slack for the rest of the day. However, as for me, I sleep as late as 1am, wake up at 11am, study till 12midnight again. Totally different routine. Okay, but that's not the whole point. So I started studying Redox and Chem Bonding until 11.45am when all the stupid renovations started. Got real frustrated and distracted, so I joined Maddy and Nick at the school library. Mugged till 2pm, went for lunch, back to library to continue al the way until 5.10pm when we left. Switched venue to Tmart Macs, and finished up Chem. :) So, I'm all upped for Chem fac test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summing up, Chem test Ocip interview tomorrow. GP Timed Compre Assignment, in short, fac test on Friday. Guess this week I'll need lots of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, looking at the horoscopes would make me feel better and secure since it's some kind of premonition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your feelings about your career path have been fairly ambivalent lately, but when you get a small taste of power early on today, you will finally see where you want things to go. Your ambition is waking up, and it's going to be hungry for new challenges and opportunities! When you see a chance to get out there and start making things happen, you should put everything else aside and hop to it. Reschedule social plans if need be -- your friends will understand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now even more prepared for the test and interview. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Phelps!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-9172410455533720905?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/9172410455533720905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=9172410455533720905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9172410455533720905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9172410455533720905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-well.html' title='The race against time'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-9209859289850062716</id><published>2008-08-10T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:28:56.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th August 2006, two years back</title><content type='html'>Somehow or rather, it felt just like Singapore's 41st birthday was just today, because I was reminiscing the moment standing in the National Stadium two years ago and being part of the whole contingent. That was when I met great people like Ng Kaiting, Luting, Alson, Arif, Priscilla (Not you Priscilla Lim Zhi Hui), Ben, Jinghan (that hunk), Jingkai &amp;amp; more more. At the same time, Zhi Qi, Calvin &amp;amp; I got really close together. So much so that I still talk to Cal whenever I'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience was more than just that. I may seem so insignificant in that big contingent, consisting of at least a few hundred people, but the feeling of being part of it was amazing. That zealousness was so intense before the whole parade that we just kept hugging each other (The thing is, we don't care whether it's a guy or not) and cheered like crazy in the holding area. During the parade, though we had to stand there for a whole hour, but then, with our nicely ironed uniforms, our minds never say we're tired because we felt honoured and proud to be there. After the whole parade, we were running towards our buses as fast as our legs could carry us, screaming at the top of our lungs, and even then we continued hugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, then here comes the part where we had our own mini farewell party. Yea yea whatever, I cried like a baby, Joel sir had to offer me tissue, and the rest had to console me. It was hard to part with you guys, because it was a long period of 5 months. Every saturday, each and every one of us sacrificed our free time, sleep, shopping time &amp;amp; homework time just to make it a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of glad now that I still have those ugly scars on my kneecaps (when I fell down right infront of the main door of RC HQ) to actually prove that all those weren't just a dream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted for having to clean up the cake mess after we had the cake war in front of the RC HQ. I never regretted being the last few whom did badly in Emath, Amath, Phy, and Chem. I never regretted having to take MRT with you all back to Seng Kang and then cab home from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I regretted was I wasn't there in the contigent right from the start. I wished I had joined you all for all rehearsals and practices even if its not at the national stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never, never, never forget you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, of course I still remember that handsome dude Jing han, owes me a Nike bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-9209859289850062716?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/9209859289850062716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=9209859289850062716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9209859289850062716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9209859289850062716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/somehow-or-rather-it-felt-just-like.html' title='9th August 2006, two years back'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6652482274208362375</id><published>2008-08-07T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:41:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much for thinking I've actually forgotten how the past felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;afterall, I still do have that butterflies fluttering feeling within me when I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just having him standing right before me, crushes all my hard-work and efforts to&lt;br /&gt;nothing significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;before I could realise I can never salvage,&lt;br /&gt;I've already given my heart away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6652482274208362375?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6652482274208362375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6652482274208362375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6652482274208362375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6652482274208362375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-for-thinking-ive-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6549077532481014514</id><published>2008-08-07T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:41:44.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SJsCo0e3B3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/D4uShIQmr_U/s1600-h/journeytothecenteroftheearth_l200805091553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231778292427065202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SJsCo0e3B3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/D4uShIQmr_U/s320/journeytothecenteroftheearth_l200805091553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt like I just had an awesome adventure down to the center of the Earth together with Yuzhou, with the rollercoaster effect, gruesome dinosaurs and unexpected carnivorous plants. We were totally like giving the squeaking sounds, &amp;amp; then start laughing at our silly reactions. It seemed like ages I last watched a movie like this. All the while, adrenline was rushing through, and I sat there grabbing my bag (which was on my lap) so tightly. I just couldn't lift my eyes off the screen and have a bite of my cheesy hotdog. &amp;amp; Of course, it all have to depends on who your companion is. Obviously, a fun friend like Yuzhou can add more to the excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, thanks sweetie, for your cuteeeeeee notebook. This is the second time you got me something from the Artbox, &amp;amp; it was surprising 'cause I thought I was choosing it for your church friend, but ended up, I was receiving the gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Then I'm starting to realise my classmates aren't really a bunch of bores. We could actually do alot things together. Like say, get hyped up with moo, jan, syl, e, wx and jon. Study together with jocelyn, silan. Bitching sessions with veronika, cherylette, joz. Grace &amp;amp; yuz can share my silly moments with me. I can always find sandu's small palm to hold. The others like liting, lisa, bimbo, of course, and definitely spice up everything in the class. &amp;amp; Perhaps, I would enjoy and treasure these 2 years afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, are you coming back to school tomorrow? I'm missing the usual pokings at your stomach. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horoscope for Scorpio tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;One of your newest relationships is suddenly getting very intense -- you two are starting to look like you're joined at the hip! This is a crucial time -- you want to keep the momentum going with this person, but you could be in danger of losing sight of your own identity and your own goals. So you need to use today or tomorrow as a vacation from them. It's not that you need to have less time with them, it's just that you need to have some more time alone with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6549077532481014514?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6549077532481014514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6549077532481014514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6549077532481014514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6549077532481014514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0cVJL87tZfw/SJsCo0e3B3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/D4uShIQmr_U/s72-c/journeytothecenteroftheearth_l200805091553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-9147034156993712624</id><published>2008-08-06T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:09:34.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 94:19 When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;E, this is for you:&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:9 Don't get tired of doing what is good. Dont get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio horoscope for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;Having a specific vision of what you want the next year of your life to look like is good, but don't fall into the trap of being inflexible about it. You can't move forward in your life on railroad tracks -- the path of life is much more fluid than that. You're going to encounter a few bumps in your road today, and you need to react more flexibly. Don't just focus on how your plans are getting messed up -- work around the problem, and you'll end up in an even better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-9147034156993712624?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/9147034156993712624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=9147034156993712624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9147034156993712624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/9147034156993712624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/psalm-9419-when-doubts-filled-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-8852817310177388124</id><published>2008-08-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:44:32.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>Our hearts will guide us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Today's PW lesson was really a stress-reliever! Came at right time cause the next hour is our Math test! The few of us (of which Veronika is the main speaker) were talking about cum - a topic which I shall not further elaborate in my PG blog, and also Veron bitching lol!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eugin's blog, 5th Aug, 9pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was under quite stressed conditions lately, with the Bio &amp;amp; Math fac test, and GP essay timed assignment. Bio and Math was still alright, but oh my, GP. As expected, it was terribly screwed up and killed like a trillon brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Not to mention, Ocip interview coming this week (just that I don't know when, 'cause it's rescheduled due to Bio fac test on Mon). The interview and resume skill workshop doesn't seem to take effect. I'm still pretty nervous and uptight. Hopefully, its not that nerve-wrecking and I don't end up screwing it up, since it's only a once-in-a-schooltime opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Young one was hospitalised on Mon, due to some infection I guess. That explains why the sudden relief from the always-so-heavy GP &amp;amp; PW workload. But again, when she's back in sch, we'll all be drowned in her work again 'cause she would just starts flooding and flooding us. But still, I'm not such a heartless freak, so I'm still hoping she would get well soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's General Knowledge something something. Phew, I wasnt selected despite the fact that I was shortlisted as the top 5 in my class. Hmm, I think we'll still need to attend the thing from 2.45pm to 4.30pm anyway. A total waste of time. Hey wait, I think Moo and Syl's representing us. So, okay, let me edit it. It would be a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; time in Audi, enjoying the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! &lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Sandu!&lt;/strong&gt; :D Though you're a little tiny weeny shorter than me, but can you believe it, you're OLDER than me! I should had prepared you the hormonal injection to make you grow taller or perhaps, send you for some bone-pulling as your birthday present. Okay, that's obviously my selfish birthday wish. Loving you, little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, checking out the daily horoscope for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio - You can mix it up socially some other day -- for now, you feel like you've got a lot to think about. It's a good time to take a long walk or work out or do something else that sets your mind free.&lt;br /&gt;(Yahoo Astrology)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-8852817310177388124?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8852817310177388124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=8852817310177388124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8852817310177388124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/8852817310177388124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-pw-lesson-was-really-stress.html' title='Our hearts will guide us'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-6957432596584495261</id><published>2008-08-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:40:15.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La;la;la'/><title type='text'>Burn burn burn!</title><content type='html'>Grooooooooooooans.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just burn my lecture notes/tutorials/assignments away like how those people burning their incense paper down at my void deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreadful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio Fac test tomorrow, 5-6pm&lt;br /&gt;Math Fac test Tue, 5-6pm&lt;br /&gt;GP Fac test next Tue/Wed&lt;br /&gt;Chem Fac test next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can look forward is National Day eve and next Mon, a public holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-6957432596584495261?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6957432596584495261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=6957432596584495261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6957432596584495261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/6957432596584495261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/grooooooooooooans.html' title='Burn burn burn!'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12782551.post-7324371553645033234</id><published>2008-08-01T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:39:35.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogthings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily horoscope'/><title type='text'>If only I could rewind time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Scorpio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something small turns weird and ugly today -- and you might start to doubt yourself as a result! There is good news, though: This crisis ought to provoke some seriously positive change in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only do such blogthings when I'm really feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the Beach Test Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thebeachtest/beach.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You like people, but you're careful about who you get close to. Friendship is important to you... so important that you aren't just friends with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love with ease and confidence. Even if you've had bad experiences in the past, each new love is a reason to start completely over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a deep and contemplative person. You are as passionate as everyone else, but your passion is not always apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of humor is goofy and silly. You are good at making almost anyone laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Beach Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ice Cream Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/icecream.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are not a particularly modest person. You're proud of who you are, and you don't care who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who likes to throw caution to the wind. You only live once, so you're going to live as large as possible. You are definitely a wild one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a somewhat open minded person, but deep down you're fairly conservative. You don't like trying new things very much. And if you do find something new you like, you stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural multitasker. You feel alive when you're doing more than one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a big dramatic and over the top sometimes. You are bold in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Ice Cream Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Agnostic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanatheistagnosticorabelieverquiz/agnostic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God? Religion? Maybe... you're just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out your spiritual path... or figuring out you really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that no one really can know the true story about religion or God.&lt;br /&gt;So you might as well relax a little. You'll go crazy trying make sense of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You an Atheist, Agnostic or a Believer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your Emotions in Check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyoukeepyouremotionsincheckquiz/emotions-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an incredibly stable and happy person.&lt;br /&gt;Ever consider being a therapist?&lt;br /&gt;You have figured out how to keep a positive outlook, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have an easier life than anyone else. You just have figured things out a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Can&lt;/a&gt; You Keep Your Emotions in Check?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Intro-Extrovert!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanextrovertedgirlorintrovertedgirlquiz/intro-extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes you're social - sometimes you're shy&lt;br /&gt;You've got a bit of an Introvert / Extrovert split going on&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all sorts of situations. Parties, small groups, and alone time.&lt;br /&gt;Too much of one, and you'll long for the other. You need variety!&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you've got both serious and fun friends - and they don't get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You An Extroverted or Introverted Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mood is a 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoesyourmoodratequiz/1.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can't imagine really feeling worse than you do right now. You're definitely going through a rough time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Mood Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Flip Flops Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theflipfloptest/8.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an outdoorsy person. You feel most comfortable in nature.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scenery and good weather always brighten up your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being outside allows you to feel calm and connected to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Problems don't seem so big when you realize how small you are in the scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal warm weather place: Costa Rica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Flip Flop Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thekeystoyourlife/animals.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anything good in your life comes from your ability to play and be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way for you to solve a problem is to let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything bad in your life comes from sinking to the level of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to lift people up, and refuse to participate in anything petty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Keys To Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your City Walk Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecitywalkpersonalitytest/city.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are thoughtful and contemplative. You enjoy spending time alone with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is fairly important to you. You aren't super greedy, but you enjoy spending money on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy the world around you, and you thrive on new environments. You can be easily surrounded by natural or man made beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; City Walk Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Christina Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12782551-7324371553645033234?l=defacedbonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7324371553645033234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12782551&amp;postID=7324371553645033234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7324371553645033234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12782551/posts/default/7324371553645033234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defacedbonds.blogspot.com/2008/08/scorpio-something-small-turns-weird-and.html' title='If only I could rewind time'/><author><name>MISSYtinaz !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
