<?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-1570471196384162434</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:09:35.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanning's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1570471196384162434.post-6665511121342092550</id><published>2010-01-31T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:32:19.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry blogger, I decided that you're a little screwed up, so I'm ditching you for livejournal. &lt;a href="http://sweet-stuffs.livejournal.com/"&gt;Moved.&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6665511121342092550?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6665511121342092550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6665511121342092550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6665511121342092550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6665511121342092550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-blogger-i-decided-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1597317008056953604</id><published>2010-01-29T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:02:56.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Day 2 of orientation, was better, and happier. The girls in my OG started mixing around, but the sad thing is, i tried finding people that are taking the same subject combi as me, but none. Only RJ lor, and some of his friends which I dont know. I decided on a crazy combi. Geog, Chem, Econs, Maths, all H2s. If you think I cannot make it, dont need to tell me, I think i will somehow die also. But I'm still taking it already anyway, my dad say should be okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we danced, played some games and I malu myself during charades, and went for the cca showcase. Did I mention that my initial interests were bowling, photography and guitar club. In the end, I wrote my names for bowling, photography and VOLLEYBALL (DONT LAUGH). I think I'm insane, and huiting, who is equally insane, tried to psycho me to join vball. I was damn freaked out and worried before the so called "trials". Turned out, there wasn't any trial or what. We just played against the wall for about an hour. And it seems like volleyball aint a very popular cca. The girls that went for the "trial" were pretty hesitant about joining and after the coach gave a demoralising speech, some were thinking of not joining already. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm putting Volleyball as my first choice. =x Same as huiting lor. But in my mind I'm like thinking, "serious or not vanessa?" lol. Ok yes, I decided already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1597317008056953604?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1597317008056953604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1597317008056953604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1597317008056953604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1597317008056953604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-day-2-of-orientation-was.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6053172855638762502</id><published>2010-01-28T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:06:36.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.am.not.looking.forward.to.tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was boring, and lonely la. ): Seems like everyone in my group has a partner already except me. I felt like dying before the break. The talk was so boring and I had no one to complain to. Luckily there's a pretty friendly girl that I could talk to, or rather she's the only one that seem friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the happiest thing of the day was lunchtime! :D:D:D With Darren, NickLam, NickLim, Vanessa.C, Heng. Like finally I can talk with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, then there's this teacher that look so like Mr Singh! My first reaction was, why is Mr Singh's picture there!??! Yea, then my slower-than-normal brain realised how stupid that reaction was, how can he be in AJ. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, then in the morning I was coincidentally sitting behind Vanessa.C. One of the OGL approached us and asked" Is there a Vanessa here?" Then both of us stared blankly and wondered who should answer her. Like since we are both Vanessa. lol. So while we were pondering, the girl got rather impatient and said nvm and walked away. And we burst out laughing. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I survived today! First time in my entire life I took public transport to school. Very tiring lei! I had to wake up at 5:30am, make breakfast myself, eat a lonely breakfast. I waited for that freaking 76 for freaking half an hour! The bus driver diarrhoea isit! So I was late, tgt with heng and char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, nothing much happened today. Really hope tmr will be better! *prays hard*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6053172855638762502?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6053172855638762502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6053172855638762502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6053172855638762502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6053172855638762502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4960557386524931828</id><published>2010-01-26T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:58:28.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KTC :D says:&lt;br /&gt;no la&lt;br /&gt;i think u shud go sleep&lt;br /&gt;its just pure fatigue&lt;br /&gt;dun anyhow say die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanning says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTC :D says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanning says:&lt;br /&gt;i die u will sad right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTC :D says:&lt;br /&gt;of course la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanning says:&lt;br /&gt;i know la&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTC :D says:&lt;br /&gt;who to write blog&lt;br /&gt;to entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanning says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL!!!! i'm gonna post this up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4960557386524931828?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4960557386524931828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4960557386524931828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4960557386524931828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4960557386524931828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/ktc-d-says-no-la-i-think-u-shud-go.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4024609310471690851</id><published>2010-01-26T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:02:39.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking tired now, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, joy and laughter at shiqin's! :D I felt xingfu. haha. I like the happy feeling. Watched them bowl and majhonged. And RJ going ajc too! I like it. haha. I decided to take the same subject combi as RJ. My neighbour say a B3 for physics equals to almost a flunk in JC. So, I shan't take the risk, although ktc can tuition me every sunday. hehe. And my neighbour say geog is the easiest to score compared to hist and physics. I shall trust him and hope for the best. :D Then maybe I can get into the same class as RJ! That is if I can get into AJ. I'M FREAKING NERVOUS. I'm gonna wake up at 7:55am tmr to check the posting result. I'm damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to collect testi and accompanied bestie to shop for CNY clothes. I'm honoured to see bestie in quite a number of dresses today. I realised I never seen her in dress before. &gt;&lt; And I think I'm becoming more piggish than ever. I felt hungry in less than 3 hours after lunch. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn tired, byebye. I shall go dl more ft island songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya! And one of the ft island members said that he wants a singaporean gf! Jaejin, if I'm not wrong. You think I got chance?! lol. Shiqin will kill me if she sees this, cos she almost died of happiness when she saw this. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4024609310471690851?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4024609310471690851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4024609310471690851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4024609310471690851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4024609310471690851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-freaking-tired-now-no-idea-why.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5003489566665173625</id><published>2010-01-24T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:20:03.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This shall be a happy post for ktc! :D He say blogs are for emo ppl, but apparently i'm not one okayeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday was gathering (clique outing?) at marcus house. :D Basketball, majhong, sinful dinner at chomp chomp. Then I was forced to watch this horror movie about dolls. I told myself I wont watch horror movies ever again, but fail. lol. Then at night I had to drag my dad to sleep with me la! &gt;&lt; Like always. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, saturday, I had a great workout with liwen! :D Went to distribute flyers around Sengkang. DAMN TIRING. But FUN. :D:D I love. Liwen is fast manzxz, so she had to wait for me. Haha. Lucky I never get chase by dog(a word that I'm terribly sensitive to). ohya, I think liwen's cute! haha. Liwen stop smiling at your comp screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today! Asked KTC and S to help me with the flyers (and I dont have to pay them :D:D:D)! Nice mates I have. Thanksyous people! &lt;333 If not for them, my feet will be aching even more crazayely today. (my no.1 fan, you can stare longer at this few sentences lol) Then visited the library and lunched there. I think this is one of the noisiest library trip. lol. I still cannot forget the shock+omigod+funniest expression that the girl made. SO FUNNY SO CUTE. I suddenly miss the kids at the childcare ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats about all! I gotta batheee. I stink. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more happy posts, no.1 fan :D No more sad endings to my posts. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5003489566665173625?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5003489566665173625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5003489566665173625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5003489566665173625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5003489566665173625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-shall-be-happy-post-for-ktc-d-he.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8392326342267867152</id><published>2010-01-21T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:29:43.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling healthy!!! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam with Lee yesterday, 10 laps! (: hehe. And chatted!, like the last time I had a proper chat with her was I cant rmb when. &lt;333 Then badminton with beijingers, jasmine, and some other guys. Halfway, went jogging with liwen. :DD I srsly gonna die for my 2.4 next year! Ran only 1.2 today and I felt like fainting already! goshy gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shoppang with toh tay kng and umme today! (all the people that I feel like meeting up with! yay) Then me and xinan were super determined to get our hula hoops today! So we went vivo's toys-r-us and tada!, got our wave hoops. :D We walked out feeling oh-so-embarrassed! I was like omg, and trying my best to hold my hoop in a way that wont hit others. &gt;&lt; Dear hoop, please dont spoil ok!, I dont wanna go through this embarrassing experience again =p Lucky I was with Tay! I swear I'm going to shake it at least 20 mins everyday so that my embarrassment wont be wasted! And I feel honoured to pei Miss Tay buy her heels (: Unknowingly, we walked for 7 hours! Now my legs and feet aching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dinner I ate a lot a lot! ): I ate my sis's share cos she too full. LOL. See lah, all her fault. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I realised this post contains a lot of exclaimation marks ! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8392326342267867152?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8392326342267867152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8392326342267867152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8392326342267867152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8392326342267867152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-feeling-healthy-swam-with-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7211426269253446674</id><published>2010-01-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:51:19.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading huiting's blog I got this urge to post about You're Beautiful though I finish watching long ago, but not too long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is the kissing-the-air thing that Taetae does that makes him super cute! And not as gross as how huiting described. Its cute okayexzxzx! All his expressions are so lovable. Be it shock/happy/sad/twitching his lips thingy. Me &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think one of the most memorable scene is the bus scene. The one that Jeremy sang a song specially for Gominam. The song title is sth like Very Good Words. That part really sweeeeet. And heard from S that their tears are for real. Because they were really devoting all their feelings during the acting, that the tears came naturally. Like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm beginning to like ft island because of this show. One of the male leads, jeremy(I still dont know his real name yet), happen to be the lead singer of ft island. He has a great voice! And their songs are nice, though i dont understand what they are singing, I got a feeling the lyrics are kinda sad. Yea, sad, I like sad songs. Since dont know when, I realised that most nice songs are sad songs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so go watch that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sorry ah, huiting! lol. I didn know you're so guillible xd first time i lied to you successfully, without much effort surprisingly. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7211426269253446674?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7211426269253446674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7211426269253446674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7211426269253446674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7211426269253446674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-reading-huitings-blog-i-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-373967577157085859</id><published>2010-01-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:07:07.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know what is so hard. But its hard. For me at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-373967577157085859?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/373967577157085859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=373967577157085859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/373967577157085859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/373967577157085859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-what-is-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1099931988722832152</id><published>2010-01-17T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:45:36.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through disputes, we quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;Through resolving disputes, our bond grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the preparation, we laughed, we cried, we worried, we had fun together.&lt;br /&gt;Through this marriage, we created miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a heartwarming sight. He finally called "pa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this few days were tiring and hectic. But I think everything was worthwhile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav girl, must takkaire wherever you go! I realised you are rather accident prone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going out with Tay Lee Toh Loh Kng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die die also want to get into AJC, please please pleaseeeee. Either that, or heng appeal to NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my most aunty day! You should have seen my hairstyle yesterday night, it was horrible plus terrible! You would have thought that you seen a woman in her forties. Imagine super short hair with curls. Not big curls, but small curls. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go download photos le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOY(BESTIE)!!!! Miss you and love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1099931988722832152?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1099931988722832152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1099931988722832152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1099931988722832152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1099931988722832152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/through-disputes-we-quarrel.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3950693214013383489</id><published>2010-01-15T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:44:58.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta start improving my english! I have daily reminders from my dad/mum/grandpa/relatives to ask me to read newspaper/listen to bbc news (like is there a radio station for it?)/read TIMES etc. The reminders are making me worried that I might fail my GP, because such reminders usually come with threatening words. I'm like totally sianed, I dont have the reading habit you know. But I'm really gonna start cultivating the reading habit, I will make sure I dont fail my promise this time. I hope! I shall start tmr! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got tummy already! Its bulging out abnormally. I'mdarnsad. This reminds me that I havent exercise for 178375237532342347 years. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3950693214013383489?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3950693214013383489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3950693214013383489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3950693214013383489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3950693214013383489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-start-improving-my-english-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1250383299891880701</id><published>2010-01-14T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:57:14.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HENG HAS DECIDED TO JOIN AJC WITH ME! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like darn happy! I'm really sorry lahhhhhhhhhhh, about my poor decision making. I cross my fingers and hope that I can get into AJC, no matter what, with heng. If I dont I'm gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know initially Huiting told me she made her decision already, she going TJ, then I was like REALLY SAD. Then I still say " I hope you are just joking." She replied, "you think i so free ar" Then I really :(!!! But after what seemed like a century, she sms me, " I go aj. I going to register." I SCREAMED LIKE MAD AND STARTED HOPPING AROUND LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion of this post? I'M FREAKING HAPPY NOW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks heng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, and i love my dad. i wanna be daddy's girl forever. (: he makes me feel that everything he says can be trusted. (: &amp;amp; he bought a Zen x-fi 2 for me today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1250383299891880701?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1250383299891880701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1250383299891880701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1250383299891880701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1250383299891880701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/heng-has-decided-to-join-ajc-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8954213501307668270</id><published>2010-01-13T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:15:30.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huiting is prolly cursing me now, I'm so sorry! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made my decision already, thanks to my dad. I hope hope hope I wont change again. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope for sth else....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8954213501307668270?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8954213501307668270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8954213501307668270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8954213501307668270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8954213501307668270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/huiting-is-prolly-cursing-me-now-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7048451471930588997</id><published>2010-01-12T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:49:02.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA EXPLODE ANYTIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7048451471930588997?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7048451471930588997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7048451471930588997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7048451471930588997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7048451471930588997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-im-gonna-explode-anytime.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3869479788407806340</id><published>2010-01-12T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:17:14.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so good to be back in my comfort zone again, my bed! I hope my muscles recover their energy quickly. Both my legs are aching like crazaye, seriously pain! I dont feel like moving them, not even a nano-milli-centi metre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CYCLING OUTING WAS FAB FAB FAB FABULOUS (: &lt;3 With Boonkiat, KTC, Bestie! Cycled from East coast park to the park connector place and then to changi village (I think). I'm not too sure of the places there, so I was a follower. (: Though tiring, all was worth it! Got kinda drenched on the way, which was, erm, a good experience I guess. haha. Cos I never tried before. Sang, laughed, screamed on the way. And there's this really embarrassing game that KTC taught us, really super paiseh to play in public! lol! I shan't elaborate it here, since I need to live up to my reputation, I didn do anything too embarrassing, really. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then we were talking about injuries/accidents that happened to each indivual in the past. I realised tengchuan got a super interesting life manzx. He's accident prone and he attracts insects/bugs/anything gross to me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during this time, I had nothing much to tell actually. So I just listened to their interesting and surprising stories. haha. It had never occured to me that I had been living in my comfort zone since I was born, and hardly ever touched anything dangerous, hardly took any risk, hardly wound/injured myself. Isit a good thing? Idk. lol. So I think I hardly get injured, since I'm always stuck in my little five room flat. And my parents are always there to guide me and monitor everything I do to make sure I'm like safe and sound. I think the scariest thing that happened to me was during my first ice skating trip, when my little finger was ran over by someone's skates, freaking pain! Yea and thats the worst ever thing that happened to me that still remains in my "superb" memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like damn tired now, so I wont talk about every single detail during the cycling trip which will prolly take the whole night. I shall go watch my taetae! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I will mourn for S's camera battery, that dropped and bounced into the vast sea &gt;&lt; Feel kinda sorry. Hope her aunt forgive her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight darlings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3869479788407806340?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3869479788407806340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3869479788407806340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3869479788407806340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3869479788407806340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-so-good-to-be-back-in-my-comfort.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3266510461986931569</id><published>2010-01-11T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:37:06.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most importantly! I didn disappoint my parents, grandparents, cousins, friends! (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I REALISED I TOOK SOMEONE'S REPORT BOOK SLIP. LOL. Sorry ah, that person. Cos I totally left the hall without taking my jae booklet, when I realised it, I rang up Shili and asked her to help me go to the hall and take. Then I think she grabbed the wrong book, and the report book slip was stuffed in there. Jeez. I feel so bad! lol. I didn even realised it until my dad told me. Sorry ah that person. &gt;&lt; Gonna ask my sista to pass it to G.O tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3266510461986931569?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3266510461986931569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3266510461986931569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3266510461986931569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3266510461986931569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-importantly-i-didn-disappoint-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4305680314712087257</id><published>2010-01-11T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:50:02.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scared, numb, nervous, anxious, happy, touched, sad. My feelings-timetable for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had really bad dreams last night. I dreamt that I was going to take O's science mcq today and I havent studied for it! No link to whats gonna happen today though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like suffering from severe headache now. lol. Must be the after effects of having too much feelings in a day. haha. My heart was palpitating like crazaye during mdm liew's speech. Then shili suddenly got a super big paper cut! Make me even more nervous. lol. But I remained rather calm until its time to take our results! Like I felt fear gushing in suddenly. Then I started crying for no good reason. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a satisfactory score of nine. I'm happy already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of some of my peers! Shili, Xiaoqi, Xinan, hsiaoching, Nickkhaw, WM, and so on... They did well, and I feel happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; SHILI'S REALLY SWEET. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 It shall be my diary! (: I cant bear to use it for a homework diary or sth, cos its so precious. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think its time for me to face it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;instead of running away from it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hoping like an idiot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll overcome it and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I dont know whether I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4305680314712087257?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4305680314712087257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4305680314712087257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4305680314712087257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4305680314712087257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/scared-numb-nervous-anxious-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7490276469274368422</id><published>2010-01-09T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:39:42.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this sudden urge to post about my cousins. The people who play important roles in my life, the people I love. Yesterday's visit to my popo's house was awesome. There was this taptaprevenge game which fascinated all of us. lol. Imagine 5 of us crowding around ONE iphone just to catch a view of the game. lol. Its really nice when we were all sharing one thing, taking turns to play, screaming like nobody's business, getting jumpy and excited. The warm feeling reminded me of how we used to get together since young. I rmb how we used to love playing at the playground and rushing back home before dinner time so that gonggong wont scold us, eating ice creams before dinner time and ended up getting scolded, studying hard for PSLE with Pervin in the afternoons ( he used to be my maths teacher =p), built this lego-like thingy and wait for it to tumble down while all of us ran away etc etc. I'm actually quite surprise that out of 52 saturdays every year, we meet up at least on 45 saturdays. Around there or more. I really hope we will continue to do so. I love them! x 100000000000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7490276469274368422?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7490276469274368422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7490276469274368422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7490276469274368422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7490276469274368422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-this-sudden-urge-to-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-9181554324558880216</id><published>2010-01-09T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:50:04.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to TJC's open house with peeps today. Now I'm seriously dreading JC's life. The moment I stepped into the lecture theatre, I felt like falling asleep already. You know, all the talks about how the economy works, price inflation, protectionism and stuff. I cant help but dread having to face all these facts everyday once school starts. In fact, I dont like anything that has got to do with studying. Huiting was like saying I have no aim in life. Not like I can do anything about not liking studying. Dont tell me interest can be develop and all those crap. Its just boring and stressful. There's perhaps only three subjects that I truly find meaning in. Maths, History, Physics. But out of the three, I can only take Maths. Since people has been saying history and physics are killers, since I already cant score very well in secondary sch, since I dont have the confidence to take it. Maybe I should consider MEP? It sounds interesting. A subject that I would prolly look forward to. Music notes, musical instuments, composers' names. Sounds lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still going to end off with, I dont know what subjects to take. This is troublesome lei. Maybe I will end up in some poly and learn childcare skills. lol. mafan mafan mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, my mum's accompanying me to take results lei! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-9181554324558880216?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9181554324558880216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=9181554324558880216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9181554324558880216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9181554324558880216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-tjcs-open-house-with-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6339153938086141950</id><published>2010-01-08T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:10:38.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taekyung is the cutest guy on earthhhhh! He actually performed a surgery to combine the pig and rabbit soft toys to give GoMiNam, because he calls her pig rabbit! And that pig rabbit is  the one and only one that ever exist! So sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! He's awesome! I wish I'm GoMiNam! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6339153938086141950?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6339153938086141950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6339153938086141950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6339153938086141950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6339153938086141950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/taekyung-is-cutest-guy-on-earthhhhh-he.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6703675724843489504</id><published>2010-01-04T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:20:06.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad fetched my sis to school, then came back, and my mum fetched my dad and I to work. Its the start of school days, but I'm going to work instead. Feels weird that things are a teeny bit different this year. Thankfully, first day of work was great. A kid's smile/laughter is worth much more than I thought. Looking forward to tmr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6703675724843489504?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6703675724843489504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6703675724843489504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6703675724843489504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6703675724843489504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dad-fetched-my-sis-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3735315772490934482</id><published>2010-01-02T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:23:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daryl's such a sweeeeeeeeeet friend! She totally owned everyone and wrote 18 pages on my autograph book. Thats like very very very very difficult to achieve (to me). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 402'09 class gathering yesterday was kind of awesome. Arcaded, Movied, Steamboat, Zhring's house. And I have to thank R for his jacket, if not my teeth would have chattered more vigorously after the movie. lol. Sherlock Holmes is nice! (ignores the part that I dont really get the story) Some parts are really exciting manzx! Like I was so afraid that someone will die and I was grabbing so hard onto R's jacket. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I suck at Bishi Bashi, like totally. I can barely survive half the game. EVEN WHEN LW AND HUITING WERE LETTING ME WIN. You know, the reaction part. Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lazy to blog le. You know CY has reached the 23 episode! Like omigod. She's gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and sorry huiting and liwen for making you two wear class tee and shorts! lol. But you hardly get a chance to wear it you know. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3735315772490934482?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3735315772490934482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3735315772490934482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3735315772490934482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3735315772490934482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/daryls-such-sweeeeeeeeeet-friend-she.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-2872363294922412961</id><published>2010-01-01T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:39:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring cleaning today was awesome! :D Like everyone do their part, and tada!, we completed most of the cleaning in a day. *shouts hooraye* And yesterday, I was saying, "I bet tmr we will all be too tired to do any cleaning." Then my mum totally gave a really good reply, "You all do lor, I supervise." Then me and my sista felt like bashing her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the main thing I wanted to post alr, sorry -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, I rmb alr. -.- lol. Yesterday I embarked on another drama, called You're Beautiful. The first episode is interesting enough to make me fall in love with it already. :D At first I like the white hair guy, but now I think the one that look like Prof Snape also quite cool. lol. Then Cy was like lol-ing at me. Lets race and see who watch faster! And yepp, I think I'm ditching Black and White and Mei chan no shitsuji for You're beautiful. I think I suck at watching dramas, lol, cos I always give up halfway. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-2872363294922412961?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2872363294922412961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=2872363294922412961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2872363294922412961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2872363294922412961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2010/01/spring-cleaning-today-was-awesome-d.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6057505811508831131</id><published>2009-12-30T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:47:02.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My muscles are aching! Credits to tennis and shopping yesterday. Tennis was quite okay, minus the part that I kept missing the ball, which was annoying. My eyes and hand couldn't coordinate, which pretty much sucks. &gt;&lt; Shopping was great, cos I managed to catch up with HC :D But we both thought that the shopping wasn't fruitful. At least I got my stuffs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I woke up to realise that its the last day of 2009 -.- Pardon my lag-ness. I find it rather unbelievable. Time past really fast this year. All the fun recesses, muggings, tiring syf trainings, and everything else, prolly kept me too busy to take note of time. Day by day flew past, and finally reach today. I shall do a bit of reflection about my 2009. One word to describe how I feel, satisfied. Mainly syf and O's I guess. I'd work hard enough, so no matter how my results turn out to be, no regrets. The only regret is...I shall not mention it, I'm not sure whether its a regret so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kinda sad that during my mugging period I had less time for my family. And now that O's over, I spend most of my days outside, which equals to less time for my family. I feel like saying I cant help it, but its not entirely like that, since I can choose to stay at home. But next week onwards I'll be a good girl, lol. Work starts, and I'll concentrate on working. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and 402! I'm glad that I have such a wonderful class. 402 is just wonderful, no doubt. I do miss lessons, recesses, studybreak etc. Memories that will stay in my heart even if we go separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope that I wont lose contact with friends that I'm closer with, but drifting is inevitable I think? I love swimming with cy, and there was one time we went crazy with ixora. I love getting high with xinan, anywhere anytime, and coming up with weird nicks for special people (lol), xn most pro at this. I love going out with HC, since thats the only time we can catch up!, and we always do silly things unintentionally, like missing several green mans, thought we missed the stop and started panicking but actually we havent (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my 2009. I will try to, with a positive attitude, embrace 2010, although results taking is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodebye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it was a mistake from the beginning, a mistake that landed me in confusion, and tears occasionally. Now, I'm learning to cope with it, meaning that things might not be the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6057505811508831131?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6057505811508831131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6057505811508831131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6057505811508831131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6057505811508831131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-muscles-are-aching-credits-to-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3927725147826653049</id><published>2009-12-28T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:07:34.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feliz Navidad! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;i your blog loyal fan leh&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehaho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3927725147826653049?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3927725147826653049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3927725147826653049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3927725147826653049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3927725147826653049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad-says-what-i-your-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4715980674840883233</id><published>2009-12-28T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:32:40.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy birthday dearest Popo! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with 6D'05 people yesterday! So glad that I went. (: I think we had a really long happy chat with Chen lao shi despite the warm weather (zeb was sweating like mad). But we hog the place for quite long, heheh. It felt nice to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope can go cycling with the usuals (Shiqin, Tengchuan...) soon! &lt;3 Kinda sad that I didn join them the previous time. Hope it will be fun. Time spent with them is always enjoyable, like I can play and laugh till I forget everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this will be a short post again cos I dont really know what to blog about. Will come up with a longer post when there are more interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love my family a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4715980674840883233?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4715980674840883233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4715980674840883233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4715980674840883233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4715980674840883233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-dearest-popo-3-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4827430050184151527</id><published>2009-12-25T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:10:41.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's Christmas party at Shiqin's was fun! Went cycling with Shiqin, Tengchuan, Renjun and Hongyeen :D It was the most exciting/thrilling cycling experience ever! The bike for two person is crazily scary! I totally screamed the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Tengchuan's laughing face is the most priceless expression! Its freaking FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4827430050184151527?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4827430050184151527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4827430050184151527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4827430050184151527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4827430050184151527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterdays-christmas-party-at-shiqins.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8630361911548377638</id><published>2009-12-22T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:05:20.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a job interview that Angelina arranged for me. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the interview, something damn dumb happened. I was in a super hurry because I was left with a few minutes to the interview time. Angelina warned me not to be late already. So when I saw the word Poney, I immediately entered the shop that was beside the big Poney word. I assumed that shop is poney and entered without looking at the shop name above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "I am here for the interview"&lt;br /&gt;That person stunned and replied, "HERE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could reply anything, my sista screamed from outside, "eh you enter wrong shop!!" I was like omg and apologised before running out of the shop in embarrassment. Like super lol! The Poney shop is actually the one beside the shop that I entered. &gt;&lt; Like someone said, "you got so many embarrassing moments already, one more shouldn't make a difference." haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8630361911548377638?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8630361911548377638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8630361911548377638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8630361911548377638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8630361911548377638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-for-job-interview-that-angelina.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8640468766019718239</id><published>2009-12-21T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:38:54.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Majhong-ed (Idc if the correct spelling is mahjong, according to some people, which made me waste 40 cents!! lol) at Shiqin's with Tengchuan and Hongyeen! &lt;3 Fun, joy and laughter made time flew. Looking forward to X'mas party! I still vexing over what to wear! I shall try to follow the dress code. (: Though red and green dont match at all! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya! You know yesterday my dad painted my nails for me!!! Its like really sweet! LOL. I think my dad has got the talent, cos he did really well for a first timer. (I think this is the only news that Tengchuan knew first before reading my blog HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks leling for booking the chalet! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8640468766019718239?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8640468766019718239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8640468766019718239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8640468766019718239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8640468766019718239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/majhong-ed-idc-if-correct-spelling-is.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5293678672698699143</id><published>2009-12-19T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:53:48.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally working hard to get a job!! :D Cos its something I'm interested in! I just searched over ten childcare centres which I am going to ring up tmr to see if they are hiring assistant teachers. I AM V EXCITED. :D My aunt told me that they will need people now, I really hope so! I dont mind bathing little kids, which my aunt warned me about, haha. Ok, I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; My sista and I are gonna be Santas! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5293678672698699143?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5293678672698699143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5293678672698699143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5293678672698699143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5293678672698699143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-finally-working-hard-to-get-job-d.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-9124497572787379684</id><published>2009-12-17T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:02:14.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Taiwan trip was the best I ever had. It was different from the usual tours because we were on our own! We planned our own itinerary and routes. My aunt kept on saying how clever we were. lol. It was really an awesome experience. I learnt that taking care of one another is very crucial when we travel on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/verrnessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Taiwantrip10-17dec2009917-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/verrnessa/Taiwantrip10-17dec2009917-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/verrnessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Taiwantrip10-17dec2009494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/verrnessa/Taiwantrip10-17dec2009494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt, Uncle, Mum, My cute aunt (she kept saying simiwagou during the whole trip, which is damn funny! nvm if you dont know what it means. lol), super-nice-daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/verrnessa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Taiwantrip10-17dec20091096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg307/verrnessa/Taiwantrip10-17dec20091096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's super adorable! I kept snapping shots of little kids whilst in the zoo, she's the only one that kept posing for me to take! LOL. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all! I am lazy to post more. Black and white here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I'm surprised I didn gain weight after the trip! We ate almost every hour, the food was simply delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-9124497572787379684?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9124497572787379684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=9124497572787379684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9124497572787379684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9124497572787379684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/taiwan-trip-was-best-i-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-653272458838421900</id><published>2009-12-15T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:49:42.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This is Ng Wan Ning Vanessa blogging from Taiwan. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weather here!&lt;br /&gt;I love the people here!&lt;br /&gt;I love the food here! &lt;333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-653272458838421900?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/653272458838421900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=653272458838421900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/653272458838421900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/653272458838421900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellooooooooooooooooo-this-is-ng-wan.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5360914232511511224</id><published>2009-12-09T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:25:43.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last post before my Taiwan trip! I really hope it will be fun! I'll be sharing the hotel room with my aunt for the entire trip &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another boring day. Wanted to go swimming but couldn't make it at the last minute. So I ended up doing housework the entire morning. &gt;&lt; Did I mention that the only way to get my mum to allow me to go out is by earning credit through doing housework? That's sad, aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I'm pretty much pissed off by my mum. Whatever I do she also bu shuang. Everything also must nag nag nag. Before I even spent a single cent of my salary, she have to drill me with constant reminders to not spend so much. Its not like I dont spend wisely right. And its my own money what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sometimes annoy me when she keeps sympatizing with herself. I'm aware that all the housework are tiring her, her work also takes up most of her time, she has some back problem and so she cant do heavy chores. I'm aware of everything and I really dont need her to keep harping on it. Aint I helping out with the housework? I help out by hanging the clothes(and you know the stupid bamboo is damn heavy a not) , mopping the floor, sweeping the floor. Isnt all these enough? What else she want! I believe if I go around asking my friends whether they do housework, most will say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I shall not continue anymore. It just dampens my mood, when right now, I should be all excited about tmr. I'm sorry if I sound like a spoilt kid, or some unfilial daughter. I dont really care. There's no other place for me to complain already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5360914232511511224?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5360914232511511224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5360914232511511224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5360914232511511224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5360914232511511224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-before-my-taiwan-trip-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7696920979918837696</id><published>2009-12-08T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:47:50.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day was fun filled due to lovely people (Bernice, Daryl, Jiayun, Shili)! Kbox-ed and shopped. Everything was awesome. Now I am just too tired to elaborate anything. Oh, and Shili is one funny girl. Escalator? Elevator? xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THC, you like totally disappear le leh! Can we meet up sooooooon? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some memories, worth more than anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The saddest thing is when you have no memory to rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7696920979918837696?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7696920979918837696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7696920979918837696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7696920979918837696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7696920979918837696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day-was-fun-filled-due-to-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-9101148445302449029</id><published>2009-12-07T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:58:38.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was :D:D:D! Cycled with Jiayun and Bernice! From serangoon north to sengkang, then within sengkang. Sengkang is damn big ok?! Took pretty pretty pictures! Cos got me as the model ma xd Just kidding. Jiayun's photography skill is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW MY BUTT HURTS! Like superrrrrrrrrrr. Cycled for about 4 hours, which seemed like 12344365456 hours. But I like. :D Its my first time cycling beside roads which was scary! Like many what ifs flooded my mind. What if my wheels skid and I fall? What if a drunk driver suddenly drive his car onto the pavement? I swear its damn hard to prevent these thoughts from marching into my mind. And I almost felt like turning the bike and ride back home. lol. Sorry la, I timid ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to cycle around Singapore! I wanto go again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-9101148445302449029?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9101148445302449029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=9101148445302449029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9101148445302449029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9101148445302449029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-ddd-cycled-with-jiayun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4517327578927405723</id><published>2009-12-05T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:01:38.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another help out at my uncle's! Three more bookshelves done :D Happy happy. I can really see the change in my uncle ever since he started preparing for his marriage. Which is gooood :D But something upsetting happened. Adults' affairs are complicated. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, I dont really know how to carry on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that it takes 17 muscles to smile but 43 muscles to frown? SO SMILE. CJY told me this, and it made me smiled. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4517327578927405723?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4517327578927405723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4517327578927405723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4517327578927405723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4517327578927405723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-another-help-out-at-my-uncles.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8643669660140665389</id><published>2009-12-04T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:43:56.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>animal totem: HORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motto:&lt;br /&gt;“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.” – John Quincy Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality:&lt;br /&gt;The horse is a natural powerhouse – respected, noble, and strong. People naturally look to you to lead the way because you are excellent with the guidance and unflappable to boot. You can also carry some pretty heavy loads, more so than the average Joe. Quick-witted and easily adaptable to change, you can cope under even the most difficult of circumstances. Oh, and you're pretty dang quick – both mentally and physically – and can often stay one hoof...I mean foot...ahead of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but an awesome factoid:&lt;br /&gt;Horses can sleep both standing up and lying down. They also can consume approximately 2 to 2.5% of their body weight in dry feed every freakin' day. Holy horses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but Famous:&lt;br /&gt;Buffy in Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Megan Fox in Transformers; Meredith in Gray's Anatomy but not as whiny; Jo in Little Women; most Julia Stiles characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but Grown Up:&lt;br /&gt;Politician, judge, firefighter, doctor, attorney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a color:&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a song:&lt;br /&gt;"Strength, Courage and Wisdom" by India.Arie; "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor; "Stand" by Rascal Flatts; "Army of Me" by Bjork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a department store:&lt;br /&gt;Nike Superstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a number:&lt;br /&gt;100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a movie quote:&lt;br /&gt;"First rule of leadership: everything is your fault." - A Bug's Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a city:&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a board game:&lt;br /&gt;Risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a sport:&lt;br /&gt;Pick a sport, any sport – you're the captain of the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a book:&lt;br /&gt;Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but a class subject:&lt;br /&gt;Government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, but on a desert island:&lt;br /&gt;You'll have a hut, pool and lounge area built before sundown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, as a partner in crime:&lt;br /&gt;Follow the leader is a popular game for a reason: people like to, well, follow a leader. So, naturally people like to follow you. You have no problems taking the reigns (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) and stepping up to the plate in even the most difficult situations. Your strength of character is compelling and your friends know that you will always be there, never buckling under pressure. However, while you like being the boss, be careful not to be too bossy.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your dominant personality, don't be surprised if deer flock to you and gaze at you under those long deer lashes for guidance. The ravens' intellectual strength is appealing to you and you often mesh along well since you both dominate different spheres. Dolphins might find your power a little overwhelming at times in which case they just glide away to play as they wish, but it's good for you to hang out with these carefree types to keep you from getting too far ahead of yourself. The biggest caution for you is to be wary of a tigress partnership. Two such strong personalities are likely tangle - watch out! And as for other equines, unbridled tempers (had to do it, had to!) have be watched carefully, but sometimes multiple headstrong fillies in the room can be lots of fun, or a dust-up disaster. All depends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, asshole. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8643669660140665389?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8643669660140665389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8643669660140665389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8643669660140665389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8643669660140665389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/motto-if-your-actions-inspire-others-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8616424296678682019</id><published>2009-12-04T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:49:42.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THINK FB IS DAMN LAME. Some people might know that I am a fb noob and I detest FB. I dont know how to play the games and comment ppl and other lame stuff. But recently I visited pet society and realised last time I created a pet. My pet is named softyprincess! I think it sounds damn retarded! I saw the name then I was like what kind of shit name is that, then I realise its me! LOL. The pro-est thing I can do in FB is to visit people's pet I think. lol. Then I visited Shiqin and I tried dancing with her. Which is SUPER LOL. Fb is so retarded, too retarded that it becomes funny to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my pet is filthy leh! Got two flies keep hovering around her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is gonna be exciting! I feel like dying already. Just one day at home makes me hate staying at home. I cant wait to swim with daddy tonight! Its like the most exciting thing of the day -.- Now you know how boring my life can get. &gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8616424296678682019?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8616424296678682019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8616424296678682019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8616424296678682019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8616424296678682019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-fb-is-damn-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5183339290206285256</id><published>2009-12-03T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:29:34.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalalalalalala. Today I found my love for lala! (: Gathering with 202 girls at Seoul Garden. I totally took i-forgot-how-many servings of lala. And we (actually only me) were trying to build a mountain of lala shells! Sunshine girl (SSG) also contributed to the mountain ok! I ate a bit only la, a bit xd Then the person was like, "I help to clear this?" Then we say "dont need dont need, we wanto collect", then he shot us this lol look. He still ask whether need plastic bag to bring home! Damn lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daryl very niceeeee! She helped me cook many stuff, cos I scared the flying hot hot thingy. lol. I rmb last time I went to Seoul Garden, I also sat beside her and she also helped me cook! lol. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we change our plan to movie-ing instead of kbox. The movie is like super wth!! My first NC16 movie totally failed. Dont ever watch &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The informant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!! Unless you are a super genius like liya. lol. I totally didn get the story and the funny parts at all. Throughout the whole session, I was whispering to SSG and messaging bernice (who is sitting behind me ). lolll. Then SSG tried to bite off my finger!! I wanted to poke her face (but i wasnt looking at her), then suddenly I felt something slimy and watery touching my finger! THEN I TOTALLY LET OUT A SILENT SCREAM. I was like !!!!!! LOL. Her saliva!!! but this whole thing was an accident la, in case you think SSG is a bian tai. lol. xd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, then arcaded (sounds cool) a while. the motorcycle thingy very exciting!!!! I swear its the most exciting game in the whole arcade. Me and SSG were screaming at the top of our voices. Its damn exciting! I like. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went shopping with grandmaster and SSG and home sweet home. I love the neoprints! (: Reminds me of lower sec life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired. Shall go sleep soon! Now CY got short hair too xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5183339290206285256?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5183339290206285256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5183339290206285256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5183339290206285256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5183339290206285256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8478932572735070297</id><published>2009-12-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:19:08.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I blogging way too often? A post daily seems a little too much, and usually I blog about boring stuffs. Cant help it anyway, my life's boring. Hardly anyone will bother to read my posts, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lost now. After working for a mere four days, I realised that I really dont suit working. Or perhaps I can only do simple jobs. Unplucking staples is not easy ok! =p So I'm currently enjoying my jobless days which are pretty much relaxing. But it sucks to know that I'm enjoying the time that I'm wasting. Like I always say (when I'm hurrying people), verbally, time is precious. Yet now I'm wasting my time away. Watching dramas, reading blogs, sometimes bridging. I really enjoy doing these stuffs but too much of these will really waste a lot of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start to channel some of my time to reading. I borrowed four books from the library a few days ago. Up till now, I've yet to touch one! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you have read my crap, thanks. I'm going to watch my drama now! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my favourite girl!, I hope you will put on a sunshine smile everyday, to chase away the stormy days. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8478932572735070297?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8478932572735070297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8478932572735070297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8478932572735070297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8478932572735070297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-blogging-way-too-often-post-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7977699462408950392</id><published>2009-12-01T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:42:37.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was cleaning and clearing day! A few of my cousins, my sis, daddy and me went to help my uncle clean and clear his room that is full of bookshelves and books and lots of antiques. The room has been untouched for over ten years!! The lumps of dust that we saw were stunning. We had to wear masks :D And every book on average cost 15bucks, and there were thousands of books there! All the books are worth at least $30000 I think! At the end of the day everybody was tired but happy, though we only cleared half the room. lol. I love the family spirit we have! &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7977699462408950392?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7977699462408950392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7977699462408950392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7977699462408950392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7977699462408950392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-cleaning-and-clearing-day-few.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5196095555996457868</id><published>2009-11-30T02:54:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:06:01.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NG SEE HUI, CHARISSA! &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry for belated card. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei-chan no Shitsuji! &lt;3333 If a guy treats me as nice as how Rihito treats Mei, my heart will melt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, and I'm fired ! heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5196095555996457868?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5196095555996457868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5196095555996457868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5196095555996457868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5196095555996457868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-ng-see-hui-charissa.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-2134144291284016936</id><published>2009-11-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:41:52.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visit &lt;a href="http://pervins.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://pervins.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; (my cousin's), and support if you can! (: I will really appreciate it! Thanks! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-2134144291284016936?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2134144291284016936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=2134144291284016936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2134144291284016936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2134144291284016936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/pleast-visit-httppervins.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-760658455745077577</id><published>2009-11-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:18:51.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading Shili's blog, and I realise I suffer the same plight as her! Just that I unpluck staples instead of her dont-know-what job. lol. You know sitting for 8 hours in the same position is like super ouch la. Back pain, hand tired, eyes sleepy. At least she got her friend to pei her, while I am all alone. ): That day during lunchtime, my colleagues were talking about how to prevent white hair! THIS KIND OF TOPIC HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO JOIN IN! I dont have a single strand of white hair, currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was shopping day :D with Daryl, Leling and HC. Walk walk walk, then went to meet my family for dinner. I love my family, a lot! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-760658455745077577?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/760658455745077577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=760658455745077577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/760658455745077577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/760658455745077577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-reading-shilis-blog-and-i-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4536591192649337788</id><published>2009-11-26T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:24:16.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I got lost amongst many industrial buildings after I knock off. I took a wrong turn and ended up at some kuku place which I dont know. So I took a random bus and got down at a random stop where there is a mrt station. I ended up at aljunied mrt when I wanted to go potong pasir. Then I just anyhow walk. And after a century, I finally reached Serangoon mrt! I think its quite nice to walk around and trying to figure your way out. LOL. Because what you see everyday is what you see everyday, sometimes a little different surrounding gives you a sense of curiosity and amazement. And I realise the importance of Feng yi, if she cant send me to the mrt station then how! I get lost everyday ah. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, that day me and HC were waiting for the green man. Then I pressed the button thingy and started talking to HC. We seemed to have travelled to another world, oblivious to our surrounding. Then suddenly I remembered we have to cross the road! Then when I look, the traffic light turned red man. So we missed the entire green man! Which is rather alaf. This is not the first time sth like this happen. I find it rather amazing. Whenever I talk to HC we will get v engross, which is I dont know a good thing or bad thing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired ah. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4536591192649337788?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4536591192649337788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4536591192649337788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4536591192649337788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4536591192649337788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-got-lost-amongst-many.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7397236604334701582</id><published>2009-11-25T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:56:03.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew! Be proud of me! I survived the second day. Which was horribleeee. Today seems even longer than ytd. MY JOB IS REALLY BORING. But I dont wanto quit yet, I must do my best. :D I still find it rather amazing that there is such a department in the company. Everyone in my department just unpluck staples and do scanning stuffs. Its like all the rubbish work. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today something rather drama happened. Everybody will chat while we work ma, then suddenly the boss came in. Then YOU CAN SEE THE MAJOR DIFFERENCE. The orginally noisy room became so silent. Then my colleague told me, "Boss come already, must be more hardworking hor, cannot slack le, if not he will fire you." This whole scene appeared pretty drama to me. Because thats what I usually see on tv. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is my last day of work (for this week la)! Cant wait for friday, sat and sunday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7397236604334701582?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7397236604334701582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7397236604334701582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7397236604334701582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7397236604334701582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/phew-be-proud-of-me-i-survived-second.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8989509098492646003</id><published>2009-11-24T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:17:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of work was wow. It was super tiring and tedious! My job is just to unpluck staples and arrange documents. Like damn simple and boring. I almost died when I first asked for the time, and it was only 9:53am. Then lunch time seems to take forever to come. I felt like I wasn't gonna make it to 6pm. But after that people around me started talking to me then it was better. Then everyone lunched together, (:. Oh ya, you know all my colleagues are aunties and uncles? LOL. So I'm the youngest, and being the youngest, I cannot join in their conversation, generation gap. As usual, I was the listener. (: In the end, I gave up at 5:30pm and signed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like super proud of myself ! ^.^ LOL. Cos I survived the first day! My parents were evil. They say I might not be able to survive even the first day! But that was my motivation, to prove them wrong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a new friend today, :D I call her Feng yi. She's very nice!! She walked me to the mrt station and chat with me on the way. I like my working partners :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8989509098492646003?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8989509098492646003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8989509098492646003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8989509098492646003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8989509098492646003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-of-work-was-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7267833676412256764</id><published>2009-11-22T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:19:57.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ytd was fun :D Except that we took superrrrrr long to decide what to do next. Too many people, too many comments. lol. So we played wii, werewolves (with poker cards), go playground, gossipped and I forgot what already. And I realised the best thing in playgrounds is the swing! :D:D Everyone was like running to grab one swing. I love gatherings :D I love talking to friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, went to HC's aunt company to look for job with HC. So I agreed to start working first, whilst HC will be waiting for Ms wendy's call next week. I really hope she will call, though HC doubt she will. If HC dont work with me, then I have no one to go toilet with me! See the link? lol. Cos the toilet is horrible and scary, and its really scary to go alone. Yucks! And I dont want to work alone! Later lunch time I am the only lonely soul sitting in one corner with my lunchbox how! *depressing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my mum is more worried than I am. She started bombarding me with lots of questions and advice. Such as...You must bring your own mug then can make your own drinks. If you dont know anything better ask your supervisor, dont anyhow do. Must remember to put moisturizer cos the aircon will make your skin dry! (0.0) And so on...I also never think so much. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my throat hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously regret eating spicy and heaty food on the first day when I had sore throat, I thought it was mild so I didn care. Its so uncomfortable that I cant sleep. Ytd night I had less than four hours of sleep! *arghs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7267833676412256764?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7267833676412256764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7267833676412256764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7267833676412256764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7267833676412256764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ytd-was-fun-d-except-that-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-2580119342666115070</id><published>2009-11-21T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:27:00.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope I am not suffering from eating disorder. Ytd I ate a mega lunch and a mega dinner that made me so bloated. And today I havent eaten anything since I woke up, and I dont feel hungry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the O's ended, I had been eating fried/spicy stuffs, now my pimples all come out alr la! ): During the O's period my mum was praising my skin complexion, and she say its due to my diet. I eat those plain plain stuffs so that I wont fall sick. Then now I never control then liddat ):):):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to xinan's hse later for birthday celebration. And I think I cant eat much, cos me currently got sore throat! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I earned ten bucks this morning for helping my dad wash his car :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-2580119342666115070?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2580119342666115070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=2580119342666115070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2580119342666115070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2580119342666115070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hope-i-am-not-suffering-from-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7698806334335804738</id><published>2009-11-20T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:07:31.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention I want to work in the Make-your-own-teddy-bear shop at PS? Ytd me and HC went to random shops to ask whether they want to hire ppl. Randommm. Then we went to the teddy bear shop! And they are hiring students! But they want long term workers ): Kinda sad. Both of us think that shop is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, I think the interview ytd very fail! lol. It was damn stressful la. I hate job interviews. Luckily I was paired with HC during the interview, so not so nervous. Now I find job hunting very troublesome. LOL. But must persevere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to everyone finding jobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7698806334335804738?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7698806334335804738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7698806334335804738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7698806334335804738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7698806334335804738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-i-mention-i-want-to-work-in-make.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1083923654437052686</id><published>2009-11-19T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:28:01.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! Being a health conscious person, this morning I jogged three rounds and walked three rounds. Liwen, next time then ask you ok! (if you are reading this) I know the strategy already. Last time jog 5 rounds then will make my thighs fat, so now i jog 3 rounds so that I wont have muscles that are way fatter than fats. :D wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently making cards for my beloved peers! And I still need to make a card for my gong gong, and maybe get a belated present. I love doing presents/cards for ppl! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For once, I felt brave. But very embarrassing laaaa. I dont think I will ever do the same thing the second time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just didn't consider so much at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1083923654437052686?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1083923654437052686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1083923654437052686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1083923654437052686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1083923654437052686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-being-health-conscious-person-this.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-696152284394328461</id><published>2009-11-19T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:12:49.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a happy day! Turned out that I worry for nothing. Cos the interview was a breeze! Like I was asked really simple questions. But now, I dont think I want the job leh. LOL. Lazy to elaborate why. So tmr I will most prolly be going for another interview with Xinan, HC, huiting, umme, angelina! Very excited to work with them. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HC accompanied me to the interview and we had a hard time finding the place and I reached on the dot. *phew* After the interview we went shoppang! (: It was awesome! Except that my legs are aching now. I bought a pair of shoes, a dress, and a tee. And HC sponsored me twenty bucks :D Cos she lost the bet. Waha! And also kinda caught up with her a little, which makes me happier! Love her loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I sound like a bimbo here. But oh wells, I am not admitting I am a bimbo! Because bimbo means pretty but dumb. And I'm not pretty, and I'm not dumb. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-696152284394328461?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/696152284394328461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=696152284394328461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/696152284394328461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/696152284394328461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-happy-day-turned-out-that-i-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8746349095355466467</id><published>2009-11-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:05:59.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom was fun! Overall it was filled with picture taking and the fun on the stage. And I just realised I look REALLY FAT in many pictures, hence, no pictures for you. Or maybe some that I look skinnier in will be up in the next post. I took like the most pictures with Dodo, he should feel honoured! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently too occupied in feeling nervous for my job interview. My first job interview, and I'm going alone. How sad. Hc laaaaah. She dont dare to go for interview! ): She ought to pei me go there at least. I shall ask her. Wabiang, ytd also not so nervous. To add on to my worries, the location is at ORCHARD. And now the entire orchard looks the same to me, every road, every building. How you expect me to look for a place that I havent been to, and I only got a pathetic piece of paper to allow me to ask around for directions. Gosh. So although my interview is at 1:30pm, I think I'm going out at 11 plus. Being such a road idiot, I think there will be a high chance that I cant find the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm really glad I told you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8746349095355466467?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8746349095355466467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8746349095355466467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8746349095355466467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8746349095355466467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-was-fun-overall-it-was-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1444298802547175205</id><published>2009-11-17T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:42:52.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet was pretty fun! Minus away some parts when I was not needed anywhere, and when I was not interested in any games going on, so I just stroll around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, the more significant games should be the rockband thingy and the werewolve game I think. The werewolve game totally taught me how to deceive people through my facial expression and words and actions. But I think I havent achieved the pro-est level yet. Like duh. Its super difficult to hide something that you know and other people dont know and that they are trying to know. Then people will be observing your every motion to get some clues. VERY SCARY. So for most of the time I am not the werewolve and the peeping girl (thank god, cos I dont know how to peep). There was this time when the game master called for the werewolves to open their eyes, and three person open their eyes. One of them was me. But I'm not the werewolf, I'm the peeping girl. And somehow, I dont know why I dont know what is PEEPING, and my eyes were wide opened. So the game master, I forgot who, went like "why got three person open their eyes?!"  And somehow everyone knew it was me. =S The game is quite fun luh, except when at the beginning when you hardly get the game at all, and you just keep following the majority in the voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ytd, the weather was a little hot. So I asked Shili whether she want to go to the pool to soak in the pool. We went to the pool and got ourselves wet till our necks. Then Shili realised that she cant float in the pool. Which was hilarious. Then halfway, the dont-know-who suddenly asked us to get out of the pool, cos we were wearing our tees and shorts and not swimming costume. And he is super unfriendly. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, and teachers who came were, Ms yeo, Mr chan and Ms Tan. We got this tiny little ceremony for the teachers and the scholars where they have to give speeches and were given little presents. I think our class is great. But I was pretty tired at that time so I didn pay much attention to the speeches. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly dont feel like graduating. I feel like having lessons with 402 and once in a while being able to say hi to some good friends from other classes. ): Suddenly I feel quite bonded to our class even though I'm usually a silent listener sitting somewhere not very visible. I think I will miss the rantings and laughter during lessons/recesses. And I'll miss observing my classmates during recess. (btw, i'm not a pervert, and I'm not stalking anyone) I just like to look at my surroundings. And usually observe the stuffs that people will prolly find insignificant. lol. So actually, I am a quiet girl, and contributing the least to the noise that our class always makes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, I forgot to tell you why I am here so early, which is 9:35am. The damn construction has decided to play more "music" for me after I come back from the chalet. They prolly think that I miss their "music" So at freaking 8 plus, they started drilling NON STOP. And it was louder than usual and continuous. Even the piggiest pig will be awoken. And I was like super pissed. Cos I dont intend to wake up so early after missing one night of sleep on monday night. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my post, I really hope that the scholars will remember us. And I doubt I will forget them either. I hope they will have fun back in their hometown. Since they can finally go back after so freaking long. Like Lizhu who was the most excited to go back. lol. Like every single time I see him at the chalet he will tell me that. Yepp, so yi lu shun feng! (a bit late, but I dont know what words to use already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alrights, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1444298802547175205?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1444298802547175205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1444298802547175205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1444298802547175205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1444298802547175205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/chalet-was-pretty-fun-minus-away-some.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3430171904070874271</id><published>2009-11-15T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:18:02.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. Okaye, I'm feeling a little dont-know-what-to-do. Its like today is a chalet day, so i'm pretty much in the chalet mood. But the checking in is at 3pm so I got like many hours to stare into space. My dad asked me to read newspaper, my mum asked me to tidy my wardrobe. But no mood leh! lol. I said I will try to read newspaper since million years ago, but up till now, I only touch the newspaper like once a week? LOL. I know thats pathetic, since I'm already sixteen. Again, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall go read newspaper now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya! I forgot to mention, my sista and WM said that my new hairstyle makes me look like a teacher!! That makes me happy happy. In case you still dont know, my ambition is to be a kindergarten teacher. And previously, my sista kept saying I dont look like a teacher. Now I do (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3430171904070874271?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3430171904070874271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3430171904070874271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3430171904070874271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3430171904070874271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-135629269001184819</id><published>2009-11-15T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:26:08.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom preparation is tiring me out! I totally walked for 7 hours today. My whole body is aching. And I only bought a bracelet. Then after meeting my family, we went to shop for more accessories. So we walked past this jewellery shop which I will usually just admire from the outside, and my mum stopped and asked me to pick one. I was like huh!! Okayee, so I pick a rather simple and nice necklace that is very bling. Not like the usual fake bling-blings. Cos the price is like a combination of my dress and my heels, which is !!!. But i like. lol. Then my dad was like lol-ing, cos this morning when I told her I wanted to buy shoes then she complaining that I wasting money. And now the necklace she bought even more power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, so I got almost all my prom stuffs alr. Except for some hair accessories, which I'm not sure whether I will get. And now I find my hair irritating leh. It keeps poking my neck cos of the weird length. I should have cut shorter laaaa. Gah. Then now I very tired alr, but haven pack chalet stuffs. *lazy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-135629269001184819?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/135629269001184819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=135629269001184819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/135629269001184819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/135629269001184819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-preparation-is-tiring-me-out-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-9212795436459792381</id><published>2009-11-14T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:21:24.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty tiring. My legs are calling for massage, my lower back is calling for massage too. Shopped for Prom stuffs with Huiting and Liwen today! We totally shopped for 4.5 hours, hardly stopped. Now my legs are on the verge of breaking. And in the end only me and liwen got our dresses, Huiting havent. Plus shoes also havent get yet. &gt;&lt; The result of being indecisive and fussy. But I still think its fun to shop with friends :D Esp for an occasion that we are all attending :D Oh and we saw a lot of familiar faces. Haha. So most prolly tmr going to shop for shoes, and perhaps bags. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and I can put my hair accessories aside alr! Today I totally took a huge risk by snipping off more than half of my hair. Now my hair is pretty short, bouncy, light. I like the change. haha. I was telling Huiting if my hair cut fails, I will not attend prom. Plus my last short hair was in primary school which is sooooo long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall go rest and recharge energy for tmr's shopping :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-9212795436459792381?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9212795436459792381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=9212795436459792381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9212795436459792381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9212795436459792381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-pretty-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1538399701506562900</id><published>2009-11-13T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:43:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superrrrrrrrrrrr happy and exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kbox was fun! Went with HC, XN, Heng, Cy, Angelina, Umme. Like super long never go out with them alr. So kinda happy. Haha. And heng said that MY SINGING IS NICE. Whoo~ She is finally telling the truth, so all theses while she have been lying. (: Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these few days very exciting! Tmr gonna buy prom dress with some people. Sunday maybe going Zhiling house? Then Monday CLASS CHALET. (I only realise it today LOL) Then tues chalet, wed prom. Cant wait cant wait! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall plan a list of things to do during my holidays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn Photography/Organ&lt;br /&gt;Work (i think with HC, but duno where yet)&lt;br /&gt;TAIWAN TRIP!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Do CIP stuffs with SQ, TC and Xhui&lt;br /&gt;Design pencil holders (for my interest)&lt;br /&gt;Learn cooking from my popo!&lt;br /&gt;Shop Shop Shop&lt;br /&gt;Do some leftover other school papers (to prevent my brain from rotting, but whether I will really do a not, i'm not sure. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Kbox with some 402 people? ( Like Shili, who wants to here my beautiful voice)&lt;br /&gt;Outings with HC, XN, CY, LLL and some regulars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Notice that I didn include any online games like audition/maple/neopets? LOL. I shall try not to get addicted to those games that will waste a lot of time. THE WORST THING IS I DONT EVEN BECOME PRO IN THE END. (actually this is the main reason! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm happy. GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JIAYOU to scholars taking CL lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I love bestfriend, macs, asshole, grandmaster and deer and my fav girl and LW and some closer friends. These are the people that made an impact on my life, brought joy and fun and sorrow to my life, and make me love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1538399701506562900?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1538399701506562900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1538399701506562900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1538399701506562900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1538399701506562900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/superrrrrrrrrrrr-happy-and-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3191147956935235462</id><published>2009-11-12T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:53:30.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps I'm holding on to certain things a little too hard, things that dont totally belong to me, things that will slip through my fingers no matter how hard I try to hold on to. But all these because I treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3191147956935235462?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3191147956935235462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3191147956935235462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3191147956935235462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3191147956935235462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/perhaps-im-holding-on-to-certain-things.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7155817251978702581</id><published>2009-11-10T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:00:07.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, 2 MINS TO 11 NOV, SO I'M NOT TOO LATE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUA JIA YUN! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7155817251978702581?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7155817251978702581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7155817251978702581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7155817251978702581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7155817251978702581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-2-mins-to-11-nov-so-im-not-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1869323689553226356</id><published>2009-11-10T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:20:21.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to blog so many times in a day. But it just helps to kill time you see. Not like I am very free, but chem paper 1 is two days away so I have plentiful time to mug for it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know that day the most horrifying, terrible thing happened while I was shopping at Orchard. My family and I were standing at the traffic light, waiting to cross the road. Obviously, it was people-mountain-people-see( translate to chinese, lol) so even if something is crawling on the ground you wouldn't have noticed. AND THE MOST HORRIFYING CREEPY BEAST CAME. I felt a slide brush, actually more like a cold touch on my foot. I thought a huge drop of water fell on my foot. So I looked down to see if my foot is wet. To my utmost surprise, I saw a RAT. A RAT. Yes, a rat! It was crawling at a rapid speed, crawling in all directions. I totally screamed like I'm oblivious to everyone around me, ignoring the fact that I was at a public place. I was too engross in what-the-hell-ing. So I accidentally scared the woman beside me and made her jump. LOL. So I continued screaming for 1237284705624675 seconds. "Rat at orchard" sounds ridiculous to me. Like seriously. I thought Singapore got very very very little rats, and I must be the suay one to meet one. Rats are gross ! If they dare to touch me again I'll sue them. I mean it. And Dodo is willing to be my lawyer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day, a grotesque reptile was in my room. I asked daddy to use rubber band to shoot it. (its a tradition that runs in our family haha) Then daddy super zhun. He shot the lizard and with so much force that it dropped ON MY BED. Goodness! Thats oh so gross. But nobody was willing to change my bedsheet for me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I attract all those gross stuffs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1869323689553226356?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1869323689553226356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1869323689553226356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1869323689553226356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1869323689553226356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-to-blog-so-many-times-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4911092547803808124</id><published>2009-11-10T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:16:24.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What more can I say? What is done cannot be undone. *pray* I think I am starting to like the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4911092547803808124?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4911092547803808124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4911092547803808124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4911092547803808124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4911092547803808124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-more-can-i-say-what-is-done-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1888622806117379868</id><published>2009-11-10T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:06:33.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIYA. Physics MCQ was a bit hard leh. Apparently when I told HC and Umme that they were like giving me the I-thought-damn-easy kind of look. After counting, I got 5 or more wrongs. Yucks Yucks. Pls give me an A2 at least leh, if not I no confidence of taking physics in JC(if applicable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is currently enjoying her buffet after her Chi O's, I still have to wait till Friday. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I haven talked to HC for damn long leh. ): Since study break started I hardly saw her other than one study date. Sianzxzxzx. After O's must catch up k! &lt;3 (though you wont be reading this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1888622806117379868?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1888622806117379868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1888622806117379868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1888622806117379868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1888622806117379868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiya.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3797984952483831254</id><published>2009-11-08T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:28:09.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you know the climograph! Got two sides, one side is the reading for temperature, the the reading for rainfall. Then I only look at one side. I forgot got the other side!! So my annual rainfall for the banana plantation is only 100 plus! LOL. Then I stunned, and the silliest thing is, I dont even have the common sense to look at the other side of the graph. How can annual rainfall be so little! I still go and type on the calculator sth like 3+4+4+10.5...blahblah then equals! *dang* So I didn write anything about the rainfall. &gt;&lt; And qn 4 very difficult! I anyhow describe the map. Sighs sighs sighs. Anyway, ITS OVER (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy now. Later shall practice physics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3797984952483831254?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3797984952483831254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3797984952483831254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3797984952483831254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3797984952483831254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-you-know-climograph-got-two.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7182110258759149999</id><published>2009-11-07T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:45:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked me not to make card for her then in the end she ask me where's her card. Then she say I ask you dont make you really dont make! I'm like LOL. Act act act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LIWEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to post about my popo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Popo is the woman I admire the most. I just realised this. She's not only a great grandmother, she's also a great mother. I can hardly find any flaws on her, really. She is the nicest person on earth, tolerating anything under the sun that she hardly complains. She is always putting others' interest before hers, worrying and thinking for others. She works hard for the family without uttering a single complain even if she is tired. She is really pro at washing clothes. lol. Like last time she have to wash 8 person's clothes using her hands! Imagine that. I know this kinda thing should be quite common at that time but I still think she is noble. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever at her place, I wont get to feel hungry, wont get to feel bored even without computers because I can chat with her, and I can play badminton with her too( but never try before luh)! I love chatting with her because we will gossip about the hilarious habits that my gonggong has, her old but interesting stories, how she miss those past times at her old house etc etc. She told me about her matchmaking session, how she was treated when she was young and many things. And her one sentence to ask me to work hard really makes me want to work hard, i dont know why either. Perhaps because she is a person that I respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she cooks great food! You know all her recipes are self discovered, like she dont even refer to recipe books when she first learnt how to cook. Beyond pro. She say she just mix and match different ingredients to make soups and other stuffs. So that day I asked her what soup is this, she said no name for it. Because she invented it herself and did not give it a name. I'm like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of praising my Popo. She wont be reading my praises anyway. haha. Anyway, Iloveher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Human geog can link here link there link to many where, a bit fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7182110258759149999?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7182110258759149999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7182110258759149999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7182110258759149999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7182110258759149999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-popo-is-woman-i-admire-most.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5891972902789215357</id><published>2009-11-06T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T04:01:05.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think most of my peers, other than those that share the same combi as me, should be rather relieve now. Since next week they are only left with slacky papers, other than HMT which I cant really empathize with. lol. Yea, after reading Huiting's blog I can totally sense her excitement. Sry ah, actually ytd wanted to wish you goodluck but due to limited messages that I can send...So yea, I hope you understand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you know there's this cat that keeps loitering around my block. He is totally a stalker I tell you. Once he spots you you better escape fast. That day me and mum became his victims for the first time, we took great effort to walk passed him cos both of us are scared of cats. After heaving sighs of relief, we realised that the cat is following us. We ran for the lift like maddies. Then today, I witnessed the most heart-palpitating scene. The cat was following a group of girls. Then they tried to shake it off but they cant. So they started running up the stairs at lightning speed. I was like thinking, "Aiya the cat lose already la, they run so fast." Instead, the cat didn give up and chased after the three girls. Surprisingly, the cat ran REALLY FAST. His bell was tinkling like crazy. I was like WHAT THE HELL. I thought cats aren't as scary as dogs cos they dont chase after you, but today I realised I was wrong. How!!! From today onwards I must keep a lookout before I walk towards the lift liao. If he chase after me into the lift I can just faint on the spot. Oh wait, maybe thats not a good choice. What if the cat tries to lick me? I think I will run up the stairs, till the thirteenth floor, the highest floor, if necessary. I must go train my stamina for my own safety. The cat is mad! I never seen such scary cats before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5891972902789215357?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5891972902789215357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5891972902789215357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5891972902789215357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5891972902789215357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-most-of-my-peers-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3489981353201102043</id><published>2009-11-05T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:44:38.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HUMAN GEOG IS DAMN BORING. I CAN CRY JUST STUDYING ONE THEME IN ONE DAY. ITS BORING ME , DRIVING ME INSANE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Tourism! x3 Actually I dont think I can do well for tourism, due to the lack of language capability to deliver certain chim chim terms. But another choice would be to study Industries, which is pretty much an insane choice because I havent studied that for any exam before. Haish. I feel damn pathetic. Why did I even take geog in the first place. I guess my results for geog have been so demoralising all the while that even the little bit of initial interest I had in human geog has dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I will still try my best on next monday, which will prolly be the last bit of connection I have with geog. I dont want to take geog anymore, because I dont know how to score, leading to further erosion of my interest in geog. I am considering taking history in JC if possible. Still in the midst of deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Pink chips are hilarious!! They make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3489981353201102043?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3489981353201102043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3489981353201102043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3489981353201102043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3489981353201102043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-geog-is-damn-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-2459131892895780571</id><published>2009-11-04T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:35:46.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YA, then the rivers and coast 7 marks question, I wrote less than half a page. Excellent Vanessa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-2459131892895780571?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2459131892895780571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=2459131892895780571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2459131892895780571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2459131892895780571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-ya-then-rivers-and-coast-7-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6998582228935895230</id><published>2009-11-04T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:05:30.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SCREWED UP PHYSICS PAPER 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper totally demoralised me. I had a hard time focusing on my revision for geog.&lt;strong&gt; YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY GOT THE ANSWER FOR QN 9, BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS WRONG SO I DIDN WRITE IT IN THE BLANK. AND CONSEQUENTLY I DIDN DO THE NEXT PART OF THE QN WHICH HAS LINK TO THE PREVIOUS PART. LIKE WABIANGS. WHO AS DUMB AS ME. THEN SHILI SAY GOT SUCH THING AS ERROR CARRY FORWARD. I THOUGHT ONLY MATHS HAVE. WABIANGS!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian la. I die already lor. Today is a very bad day. Geog was difficult, but I tried my best and I didn study for it as much as physics so its okay. I was forced to do the qn 3 which contains a part on rivers and coast that I NEVER EVEN TOUCH FOR MY REVISION. I havent revised rivers and coast since MYE i think. So I anyhow bomb the hard engineering methods. Throw in the keywords and my elaboration like crap. I listen to Zhiling's elaboration I was like "okay, I'm dead meat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot get into the same JC as huiting and Shili I will cry like mad. Luckily huiting assured me she wont leave me alone in some ulu JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that this week's papers are over. WHOOO. JIAYOU FOR NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I dont like the fat turtle lei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6998582228935895230?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6998582228935895230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6998582228935895230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6998582228935895230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6998582228935895230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-screwed-up-physics-paper-2.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6395973189863192831</id><published>2009-10-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:07:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! I'm here to praise myself cos I studied SS for the entire morning without sidetracking. *smiles widely* And now I'm doing history! *claps for myself* I'm starting to like history, I think I mentioned before. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my whole family, except me, is on their way for a big lunch treat to celebrate my sista's excellent results. They better not go to some nice nice restaurant that I havent been to. lol. And you know my sista's results are pretty good. She got a freaking position of 38 in the entire level. Compared to mine, last EOY, way way way better. I forgot mine already. She ought to thank me lor. Today I read a note she wrote for me, it states "I'm so not going to be like you, bad example, I'll start studying this holiday" If dont have a bad example she wouldn't have witness the sufferings of last minute mugging, and would not have the thought to make good use of her holiday. See my importance? I bet you do. (: I'm not a bad sista afterall. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6395973189863192831?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6395973189863192831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6395973189863192831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6395973189863192831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6395973189863192831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-im-here-to-praise-myself-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-223053085825179836</id><published>2009-10-30T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:52:49.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a-bit-less-than-good day. (I'm using positive words ^^) I freaking lost TEN MARKS in my AM paper 2. Ten precious marks! The stupid binomial fault la. Wabiangs! I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIND N. YUCKS. I very sad! If I cannot get an A for AM I'm going to cry for 3 days 3 nights. Haish. HC message me "Oei, dont be such a perfectionist la." Maybe lor. I should not moan and groan about it since I cant do anything about it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to die leh. I dont know whether I looking forward to next week or not. Shili was like saying I should focus on geog since my combine humans like not very good. BUT MY GEOG IS C5 leh, two grades worse than my combine humans. What to do?? Both also very lousy. Haish x 10000000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any brain expansion pills to allow my brain to remember more stuffs? &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-223053085825179836?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/223053085825179836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=223053085825179836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/223053085825179836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/223053085825179836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-bit-less-than-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1625922482426207182</id><published>2009-10-29T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:57:51.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haish, I forgot to label my graph.&lt;br /&gt;Haish, I go and eliminate one of my ans for trigo solving which I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Haish, I never read one qn carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all 3 marks gone, not bad la. I dont want to know anymore mistakes alr. If not I'm going to sit in one corner and cry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll use three words to describe how I feel now, "well done vanessa!" x3 But I dont think i will be so happy next week. All the humans gonna bomb me like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya ohya, and JIAYOUS EVERYBODY! Esp Hsiaoching, Shili and Huiting!! Shili you owe me one lei, today i teach u sth!! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1625922482426207182?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1625922482426207182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1625922482426207182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1625922482426207182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1625922482426207182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/haish-i-forgot-to-label-my-graph.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4631140268774743379</id><published>2009-10-28T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:06:36.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a random post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd I just happened to stare at myself (wearing uniform) in the mirror for a few seconds more, and I recalled the first day of school. I tried on my uniform for the first time and my mum said, "You look smart!" A typical line, but how many of us really think so. After wearing my uniform for almost 4 years, it has become a thing that I take for granted. And it suddenly daunt on me how lucky I am to have uniform to wear, need not fret about such basic necessities. And how some people in other countries worry about not having uniform and school shoes to wear. I overlooked this luckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 subjects down! JIAYOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4631140268774743379?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4631140268774743379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4631140268774743379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4631140268774743379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4631140268774743379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-random-post-ytd-i-just-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6811011058092444161</id><published>2009-10-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:04:10.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hellooooo! I'm freaking out because tmr is the O's. The reason I'm blogging is because I'm scared. Get the link??!!! I'm freaking out like seriously. I dont know what to blog other than typing I'm freaking out. Like freaking out freaking out freaking out freaking out. The worse thing is nobody is blogging one day before O's other than me. Yucks, I'm freaking out. I really dont know what to do now. Dont feel like touching any revision. I'm just waiting for tmr to come. Like wth. Rah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6811011058092444161?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6811011058092444161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6811011058092444161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6811011058092444161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6811011058092444161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellooooo-im-freaking-out-because-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1589410653432938284</id><published>2009-10-23T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:51:28.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two and a half day to O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very scaryyyy leiiiiii! The thought of it makes me feel like sleeping. LOL. (sry a bit no link) I think I very hardworking so I feel sleepy very often. Cos I make full use of my brain! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the chances of me failing my geog is not zero, not negative, but positive! ): I'm not working hard for it because I havent even settle my combine humans which I'm betting on. ;_; SQ said that some of her friends pon-ing the geog exam because they would rather see an absent on their cert than a fail. I wont do that luh. But I dont want to see a fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou van! And everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S People, sorry if I dont reply your message because I cant afford to. (sorry shili!) If my bills burst another time I am dead meat. Last month my bill was 137.80. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1589410653432938284?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1589410653432938284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1589410653432938284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1589410653432938284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1589410653432938284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-and-half-day-to-os.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8835212391784575535</id><published>2009-10-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:19:02.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ytd night while waiting for the lift, I looked to the other end of the corridor. It was pitch dark because the lights were faulty. Then I saw this lady in white, whom immediately gave me the impression that she was a female ghost. I totally freaked out for a few seconds. Then it daunt on me that she is a human. But she look very scary!!! So I shouted to my family," eh she look like a ghost!" Then my mum went " dont anyhow say." So we didn thought much about it and entered the lift. The lift was on its way to the first floor. Then halfway, the lift stop moving!!! And when we look out of the lift window we could only see brick walls. The lift broke down! First time in my entire life. Now I know what will be my reaction when the lift breaks down. I'll cover my ears and shut my eyes. At least I'll know that its quiet because I cover my ears, and its dark because I shut my eyes, and not because the lift broke down! lol. LUCKILY, the lift started moving back to the 17th floor after a while. Everybody rushed out like mad. Then after that my mum was like "see la, say wrong things" Then I realised how eerie it was!!! Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8835212391784575535?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8835212391784575535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8835212391784575535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8835212391784575535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8835212391784575535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ytd-night-while-waiting-for-lift-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8513514397734771318</id><published>2009-10-20T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:27:01.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be here, especially for the second time of the day. &gt;&lt; But I was distracted by James' post. Sry I a bit lag...but still not too late to comment on his post. Whats with the "Vanessa: teacher, but..."!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a kindergarten teacher okay! Not some primary or secondary school teacher. So that isn't very tough right. hehheh. Plus today I walk past my ex-kindergarten and I was attracted to the on-going class. I was so fascinated by the cute kids!! They are really adorable and innocent. I like. lol. I felt like joining the class at that moment. So this reassured me that I want to be a teacher. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8513514397734771318?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8513514397734771318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8513514397734771318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8513514397734771318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8513514397734771318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-here-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-2781215699328875833</id><published>2009-10-20T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:59:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone once told me that words can be hurting. I have no doubts about it right now. Your words just pierced through my heart (this phrase is from xinan's blog, because I currently cant think of any other words to describe how I feel) and it was so overwhelming that I could only feel the numbness after a few seconds. I dont really want you to know that I'm refering to you because thats just the way you are. Not a bad way, but perhaps a little insensitive I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-2781215699328875833?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2781215699328875833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=2781215699328875833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2781215699328875833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2781215699328875833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/someone-once-told-me-that-words-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7301494577358479171</id><published>2009-10-19T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:58:25.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never felt so happy studying history before. lol. Actually I think I like hist. xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my popo house to study today because my house is not conducive. I think today is productive! And I got to enjoy good food too. My popo house is like the best restaurant. After my exams I shall go learn cooking from her. Dont tell me you are thinking "omg, vanessa gonna cook? oh no. the kitchen might explode." No way! I'm actually a good cook okay. Hidden potential. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random encouragement to my peers: Dont fear O's too much! Just take it as a test of your ability. Even though its gonna be difficult to take it easy, but whats the use of stressing yourself? Dont let stress defeat you. (: This doesn't mean that I'm not stress hor. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7301494577358479171?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7301494577358479171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7301494577358479171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7301494577358479171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7301494577358479171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-never-felt-so-happy-studying-history.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8139575611017931593</id><published>2009-10-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:51:33.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humanities, can you be more likeable? Maybe because you make me stress so i dont like you. I very scared for geog hist and ss lehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wabiangsss. But my dad's little note was rather comforting,it says "stress yourself but know your limit" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Shili! I didn mean to reject you. Paiseh makan hoseh peng satay? ( is there sth liddat?) LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8139575611017931593?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8139575611017931593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8139575611017931593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8139575611017931593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8139575611017931593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/humanities-can-you-be-more-likeable.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-935134524786883657</id><published>2009-10-15T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:22:12.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If shili sees this post she'll prolly go "see? I knew vanessa cannot resist coming online."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that it rain! So the workers doing the drilling will stop working and allow my ear to have some peace. The infinity decibels can really drive ppl mad. I wish I can give them 10 dollars and ask them to go drink coffee. Like what Mr chan suggested. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I hate humanities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-935134524786883657?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/935134524786883657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=935134524786883657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/935134524786883657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/935134524786883657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-shili-sees-this-post-shell-prolly-go.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-2368118070500568418</id><published>2009-10-11T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:35:09.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohya, HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY NICKKHAW! (in advance) I wont stay up till 12am just to wish you. Who ask you keep stealing my things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-2368118070500568418?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2368118070500568418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=2368118070500568418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2368118070500568418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/2368118070500568418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohya-happy-16th-birthday-nickkhaw-in.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4866758496410668362</id><published>2009-10-11T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:20:47.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that I'm very bad at handling relationships, socializing and communicating with people. Sometimes I dont know what I am suppose to say and what I am not suppose to. And after I know I just blurted out something that I shouldn't have, I'll feel guilty or regretful to the power of infinity. But also cannot turn back the clock. Another thing is, I dont really know how to show concern for someone. I recently realised. I may unknowingly neglect or hurt someone, and I am still ignorant of the fact of that. I always thought that certain people are really people that I treasure a lot. But I realised that they might not feel so. Perhaps my actions and words dont show. I really dont know how to show love and concern for someone, other than saying stuffs that may seem superficial. Why human mind so complicated uh? Isn't it better if everyone just think simple? Then words such as jealousy, sad, and many more wont be that harmful to human. Like in primary school, when you say you're sad, you get over it the next day. Now leh? Not so easy and simple anymore. Now I'm thinking a lot too. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4866758496410668362?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4866758496410668362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4866758496410668362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4866758496410668362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4866758496410668362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-that-im-very-bad-at-handling.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-744560562929374563</id><published>2009-10-09T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:36:01.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently suffering from severe headache after playing captain ball under the noon sun for rather long. But its was fun! and tiring. Though not all the 402 ppl were there, the 402 spirit was still there. Does it make sense? Oh well, somehow. You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post shall be dedicated to my beloved 402'09. I shall start off by describing what I remember about each and every single 402 member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling- She got loads of questions to bombard teachers! Esp during geog tests. And she's a hyper girl during every PE session. Her artistic talent always bring much joy and laughter to our class.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayun- She loves to crap. When she's around, noise will be around. I never have to think of topic when talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;Daryl- My 4 years friend! She always scold me. But I still love her. lol. And she got loads of complains every morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Huiting- She's an asshole. If we dont quarrel for a day, pigs will fly. And she always help me take utensils during recess. And her infamous laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Shili- Always first to render aid to girls who fall down during PE! She's important. lol. And her loud roaring voice. And her so-vulnerable-to-cramp legs.&lt;br /&gt;Yiming- Smart. And her palm is unique!&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoqi- Her ever-ready-to-cheer spirit! Always bring fun to the class. And my never-to-be-forgotten chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-continue from my afternoon drafted post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene- She got a horrible laughter. lol. And perhaps really smooth skin because she fell off the chair without much sound made today.&lt;br /&gt;MengYue- Cute and smart. And friendly!&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa- She's fast and clever!&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla- She is motherly friend. She remind me to bring important things. And she makes me laugh when she laughs at super unfunny things.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- She's a CHINESE. And she is a good player for almost every sports. She loves to whineee.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea- She's always very calm (i feel). Her face turns red very easily.&lt;br /&gt;Liwen- She hate taking pictures. But she is always asked to. And today I finally took a picture with her! And she is very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Tangyang- She is friendly and talkative.&lt;br /&gt;SiewLian- She is very on in everything! (I just realised) She also cheer quite often, which makes class times fun.&lt;br /&gt;WangJing- She remind me of the JingXiang in Doraemon! Really. And she's smart, well mannered and cute and blur.&lt;br /&gt;Fenghua- Mengyue's partner. A good captain ball player. Very intelligent also.&lt;br /&gt;ZhangLei- A good captain ball player. Jiayang's beloved. Hope they can last long!&lt;br /&gt;JunYong- I think he is a funny bear. His actions and words are actually quite funny if you noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel- Likes to disturb Huiting. Always talk about weird stuffs with DarrenT and Jeff. (sometimes i eavedrop lol)&lt;br /&gt;DarrenL- A very very very nice person. And he is no diff from a pig. lol.&lt;br /&gt;DarrenT- Likes to ask teachers questions.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond- I think his drawing very nice!&lt;br /&gt;Zhenglin- A very tall yet always get bullied. (i think)&lt;br /&gt;Sonal- He remind me of a baby. (not his height) He is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;James- Pris's beloved. He's a caring boyfriend, and a hist pro.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff- He is always frowning. I think he should smile more, that will make him look more cheerful and nice.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Lam- I think he is very cute! He laughs very quietly (if i'm not wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Dabo- A very unique scholar. Can catch the ball very well with one hand. (actttt!)&lt;br /&gt;Jiayang- Smart. (i'm sorry if this sounds very superficial)&lt;br /&gt;Lizhu- A friendly guy. Who say my singing is niceee! (whooo)&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Lim- He loves to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Maoziyuan- He is always sleeping in class. And his laughter is loud.&lt;br /&gt;NK- He is always roaming around the class. Always make noises at weird timings. And a hilarious joker!&lt;br /&gt;Randolph- Act cutee! And he is friendly la. But i more friendly. =p&lt;br /&gt;Weikang- A good actor. A very drama and funny person.&lt;br /&gt;Liangxing- He got liang xing. (uh? not funny?) He is also quite funny, like JunYong.&lt;br /&gt;Weiming- A very helpful and nice person. With no artistic sense. (sry ah LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Chongjian- He laugh no sound de. Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;Zhangzhen- He wave to people in a very cool way.&lt;br /&gt;Vivath- Just observing the the way he talk and what he talk can make me laugh like crazy. He is super funny!!! And He should stop beating me. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, this is tiring. Finally I'm done. (: I shall also take this chance to apologise for any trouble I caused, or wrong things that I said. Sorry!! I love every single one of you. (hope this doesn't sound fake).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-744560562929374563?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/744560562929374563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=744560562929374563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/744560562929374563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/744560562929374563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-currently-suffering-from-severe.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8000554292195101362</id><published>2009-10-07T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:40:31.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its scary to come online and realise that nobody in my class is online. Or maybe they are appearing offline.v(which I hope so =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that a minority that had written in my autograph book mentioned that being slow is not exactly a bad thing. *smiles gratefully* I hope they are not just comforting me. lol. Actually I didn thought that I'm a slow person. Until people started telling me. I remember one faithful recess, while I was busy eating, I suddenly heard some gigglings. Then I look up to find out what was the noise about. To my utmost surprise, Xq and Liwen were laughing at me! My slow motion. They demo to me how I took like infinity seconds to put the spoon into my mouth. I found it ridiculously slow and accused them of exaggerating things. But they kept insisting that they were not. So I guess, ya, maybe I'm really slow. Sadly, that is my normal speed. But I think my speed is average luh. Hor hor? Please say yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life cant get any better than this, sitting in front of the computer and eating yummy yoghurt. Simply the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8000554292195101362?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8000554292195101362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8000554292195101362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8000554292195101362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8000554292195101362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-scary-to-come-online-and-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8424604864130860544</id><published>2009-10-03T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:16:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wonder that your comments might upset me? No you never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever notice the small little things I like or dislike? No you never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever tried asking me before you make a decision for me? No you never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever tried talking about the topics that I like to talk about? No you never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told myself to be more understanding and tolerate whatever I feel upset about. Now I'm still doing the same, but each time I do, I feel more miserable. I'm slowly shutting you out of my life. Not that I want to. But I dont know what else can I do to prevent myself from being so affected by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8424604864130860544?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8424604864130860544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8424604864130860544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8424604864130860544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8424604864130860544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-you-ever-wonder-that-your-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6910422933665764375</id><published>2009-10-02T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:08:50.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I love Asshole,CrazyBestfriend,Grand Master and Macdonalds! (in alphabetical order)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6910422933665764375?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6910422933665764375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6910422933665764375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6910422933665764375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6910422933665764375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-i-love-assholecrazybestfriendgrand.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-1395260748787632008</id><published>2009-10-02T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:22:54.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke my record of bathing in 7 mins. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently feeling very exhausted. Maybe because I just ate kekou mian, so it makes me feel bloated and sleepy. (I sound like a pig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm rather excited for prom. Like we are most prolly going xinan's house to prepare! Doesnt that sound exciting! Definitely worth looking forward to. And the class chalet, and the Taiwan trip. All these fun stuffs are flooding my mind instead of the big O. Cant help it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, and I was freaking out when I learned that ytd was our last history lesson. LIKE OMIGOD. My history is not even half a pail (translate into chinese), and I feel super unprepared. I want to cry. Even though crying doesnt help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-1395260748787632008?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/1395260748787632008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=1395260748787632008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1395260748787632008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/1395260748787632008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-broke-my-record-of-bathing-in-7-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-6330196900998619616</id><published>2009-09-30T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:19:39.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bus Drivers Are A Nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was without an Ezlink card when I bought the bus today. And the bus driver totally grabbed the chance to cheat my money. I ended up paying more than the adult price while attempting to pay the student price without my ezlink as a proof that I'm a student. I felt like screaming at the bus driver right in his face, "like hello?! Cant you see that I'm wearing a secondary school uniform?!" But being a friendly member of the society, I decided not to. Plus the driver refuse to drive unless I paid the full amount, and I was worried that some impatient commuters may flare up at me. So I end up paying $1.30. I hope I dont sound like a stingy and you-scam-me-one-cent-i-go-complain auntie. Not that I'm very upset and pissed that I paid extra few cents, its about the the the I dont know what. Bus drivers ought to have integrity. This is not the first time that such things happen to me. And its not because I look old ok! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-6330196900998619616?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/6330196900998619616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=6330196900998619616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6330196900998619616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/6330196900998619616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/bus-drivers-are-nuisance.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-402501900320325879</id><published>2009-09-29T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:38:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take it as I did not mention that I'm not blogging anymore. (:  I'm afraid some people will be depress if they dont read my lovely posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I visited the library twice. The first time, I borrowed two books and I completed one out of the two, WHICH IS AMAZING. I think that was the first book I completed this year. I usually cant finish reading a book before the due date and end up paying fines. I'm currently embarking on my second book of the year. LOL. I need to improve my english and hence my attempt to develop a reading habit. Books are quite nice actually, like they bring you to another world. But not when you're reading in class, which is a bit noisy at times. lol. Oh ya, that day CY say my english improve. *grins happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy news. The Taiwan trip with my family is confirmed! Whoooooooohoooo! I'm more excited than excited. And I think my mum is going too despite her numerous health problems. That makes a family trip plus my two of my aunts and uncle. I cant wait to gooo! It will be damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I shall end here, BBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-402501900320325879?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/402501900320325879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=402501900320325879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/402501900320325879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/402501900320325879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-it-as-i-did-not-mention-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-515680545878659352</id><published>2009-09-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:48:40.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I really dont know what to do. All these seem so unrealistic. I feel that I'm living in a bubble of happiness that I self indulge in, it may burst anytime. Sometimes I would be very happy, sometimes I would be very sad. I dont know why am I like this, but its just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-515680545878659352?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/515680545878659352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=515680545878659352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/515680545878659352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/515680545878659352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4156258084457431800</id><published>2009-09-23T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:45:36.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I decided to blog about my fear of the big O. Time flies, and currently, it is 32 days to O levels. As I see the number on the whiteboard in my class decreasing, the stress and fear building in me keeps increasing. I'm not sure why I get so panicky whenever I hear the number of days left. Isit because I'm not prepared? Or because I dont have the confidence. Whenever I say that I dread the results, my parents will advice me to build up my confidence. "If you put in effort and hardwork, you dont have to fear the results." These are their exact words. But I dont dare to say that I have worked my hardest, even if i have, I choose not to believe it. If this is my best, I can forget about getting into the same JC with Huiting and Shili. Oh btw, I think JC will be a better choice for me. That is if I can get into one. My humanities is making me worried mad. I should have decided which humanities to focus on a century ago, yet till now, I still cannot decide. Both my geog and combine humans results are equally not satisfactory. And my english, which HAVE TO be my L1, is making up almost half of my L1R5 score. This sucks, and I'm very scared that I wont even get a border line pass for my Eng. And then there will be no place that I can fit into. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a strong feeling that my L1R5 is not going to hit my expectations, because I'm getting just-nice A1s. So if my luck is not good on that day, I can forget about the few pathetic A1s that I'm getting now. I'm afraid that I will disappoint my parents, though they just want me to try my best, I'm sure in their hearts they already have expectations. I'm afraid I wont be able to put a smile on their faces when I get my results. And most importantly, I'll disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this post, which will also be my last post, I will forget about all my fears which I'd already dumped on this blog and strive my very best. I will work very hard, this shall be a promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to everyone taking O's this year! (even if I duno you, but I doubt anyone that I dont know will be reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm very impressed by Xq's Chinese poem! She make my name look so artistic. LOL. So nice of her. Although I duno what her poem means, but I like poems. I think they are rich in meaning and inspiration. Especially chinese poems, which can express certain thoughts better than Eng poems. Back to my main point, Xq's chinese is good. lol. She was my teacher before I took my chi O's. Many thanks to her, and liwen. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4156258084457431800?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4156258084457431800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4156258084457431800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4156258084457431800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4156258084457431800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-i-decided-to-blog-about-my-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-4311653450409448798</id><published>2009-09-19T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T05:43:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel happyyyyyyyyy! Today is one of my happiest day in the past few months. I'm so glad that tayxinan invited me to her house to study. We spent about 5 hours studying, close to 2 hours chatting and the rest of the time playing Wiiiiii. I think the chat can make up for the phone calls that I owe her. It was nice. And I was going to own her bro in the tennis game but my dad came. ): All grass's fault la. Then we ordered Macs for dinner, and the delivery man came in a car! o.o I thought usually is motorbike. lol. I hope I can go her house again, to play! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-4311653450409448798?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/4311653450409448798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=4311653450409448798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4311653450409448798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/4311653450409448798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-happyyyyyyyyy-today-is-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-596003280687566841</id><published>2009-09-17T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:41:02.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently very happy about my results. Some A1s that I got really surprised me too. But I cant deny that there is also some disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths- C5&lt;br /&gt;Emaths- A1&lt;br /&gt;Geog- C5&lt;br /&gt;Chem- A1&lt;br /&gt;Physics- A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades are a bit extreme. Only consist of A1s and C5s. I am really happy that my physics can get an A1. Since sec 3 I'd been failing physics and I only passed physics this MYE if I'm not wrong. Sry la, let me happy a bit, I'm not showing off. So miracles do exist. Chelsea said I am her motivation because I can make such big improvement, so can she. Jiayou! I'm glad that my hardwork can motivate someone too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all As are not solely base on luck, if not I can just die during O's. As I make improvements, my hopes for O's are getting increasingly higher. My confidence level gets higher. I'm afraid that I get too satisfied and remain stagnant, then my hopes will just come crashing down on me. A bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou peoples! Hardwork creates miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;The sweet misery shall come to an end. I hope all the happenings, that are perhaps insignificant, will not affect us. Or maybe I'm the only one that is bothered by such nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-596003280687566841?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/596003280687566841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=596003280687566841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/596003280687566841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/596003280687566841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-currently-very-happy-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-9034576975698517084</id><published>2009-09-16T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:49:56.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Champions Day, and I think the plaque is very pretty! Made from some crystal which is very colourful and beautiful. I like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the most heelarious embarrassing thing happened to me ytd. I wanted to scare Huiting from the back while she refilled her water bottle. *very excited* I ran "quietly" up to her. Then suddenly there's this sharp pain near my ankle, I dont know why! Before I knew it, I was in an awkward position. My body, due to inertia, continued to move forward while my leg COULDN'T MOVE. I was balancing on one leg, kinda like unstable equilibrium. I thought I was flying for that moment. "WTH", I thought to myself. Never had I felt so much desire to disappear on the spot. Somemore I was in that ugly position for so long (like 10s), I felt like I'm acting in some slow animated movie. When I finally wanted to fall over, my leg suddenly recovered and save me from a terrible fall in time. The only lucky thing was that NOBODY WAS THERE TO WITNESS THIS UGLY SIGHT. Other than Huiting. She had a good time laughing at me for I forgot how long. But its really quite funny la, cos I also laugh until I couldn't stand properly. This whole thing happened outside 403 and I think they heard our laughter. According to Wendy I think, Mr pah say must be because of stress. We are not mad okay. (: Now I have phobia running along that corridor. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I felt embarrassed again. Apparently, the all-along-stingy (jk) DarrenL sent me a message during AM to ask me for lunch and HE TREAT. I was a bit surprised by that message. So I started thinking what is the date today. What is the occasion today. Why he suddenly so good. So I believed that he was going to give me a treat (once in a life time). But I was having lunch with Kelly and Vanessa alr. So AM, I walked up to him and said that I cant have lunch with him. You know what he say?! He said he never asked me to lunch!!! I was like stunned. I couldn't rmb what other things he said to embarrass me, cos I was too shock at that moment. Then the truth came out, it was R who sent the message. I felt like teleporting to another place at that moment. Like ppl never even ask me for lunch then I say I cant lunch with you, sorry. Like so bhb laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident also like that. I received an exceptionally funny message that doesn't seem to be the style of that person I'm messaging. So I laughed for a good 5-10 mins. But it didn occur to me that I should doubt the content first. -.- And I only realised it MANY DAYS LATER. Maybe I should practice to be more doubtful of unsual stuffs. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all, my mum's rushing me cos she wants to use the notebook. BYEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-9034576975698517084?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/9034576975698517084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=9034576975698517084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9034576975698517084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/9034576975698517084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-came-back-from-champions-day-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-7852345495534908441</id><published>2009-09-14T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:57:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If having patience is considered a virtue, I definitely have all the virtues except patience. Not unless I'm doing something that interest me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-7852345495534908441?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/7852345495534908441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=7852345495534908441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7852345495534908441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/7852345495534908441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-having-patience-is-considered-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-3733678257730901862</id><published>2009-09-12T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:47:51.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I feel kind of uncomfortable if I dont come online today. I think if I dont read people's blog for a few days I can die. This is how kpo I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ytd was a fruitful day. I finally accumulate enough will to dig out my history textbook which has been buried for a century. I'm not exactly a fan of history you see, so I usually dont get stuck at history for more than an hour. But I actually spent my whole day doing history ytd. Which is like WOW. Well done vanessa. (: I shall not tell you what I accomplished if not you stress ah. lol. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I dont like some of my aunts. Thank god my mum isn't like any of them. They are seriously annoying. Like one of them, she always doesn't speak at the right time and she talks way to much than she should. She even had her comments when a gust of wind came. She exclaimed, "Wa, today very windy hor. I think this room very windy leh....And this room very neat hor. Not like me house..blahblah." She repeated the same old sentence over and over again. All this time everyone in the room was busy doing their own stuffs and nobody cared about her. Best thing is with everybody ignoring her, she can still blah so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-3733678257730901862?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/3733678257730901862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=3733678257730901862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3733678257730901862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/3733678257730901862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-i-feel-kind-of-uncomfortable-if.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5791586450664229014</id><published>2009-09-10T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:49:42.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY 44th BIRTHDAY DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy is someone that is closest to me, and I love him a lot! I made him a card, and folded 160 stars for him. I'm so proud of myself cos I folded the stars within 3 hours plus. (: And my sista and I wrote many messages for him, he is suppose to open one each morning. The message will decide his fate for that day. I shall disclose one of the message, it says no junk food for today. loll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So studied with my sista and michelle this morning, then went to some karaoke with my family. Although its my dad's birthday, my mum, sista and I sang for most of the time. LOL. Then dinnered and homed, cos all of us are tired out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd decided to go on diet. (again) I shall not say that I'm serious this time, because I say that everytime. When school reopens, I am gonna munch on bread every recess and avoid the unhealthy canteen food. I think my mum play a huge role in making me make this decision. She is annoying me everyday with her health facts, which she is totally obssessed with. Seriously, like everyday, she is constantly reminding me that I'm fat. Out of ten times I walk in front of her, nine times she will say that I look fat and point out my fats. Its is greatly annoying okay. If she dont keep mentioning it I dont really care. If you have this kind of mum you'll grow to be cautious about your weight. And its a super irritating thing. Sometimes the food she cooks doesn't have a single bit of salt. And I'll ask her if she forgot to put. And she'll say that its good to eat healthy. Like what the hell. I rather enjoy a meal and gain some fats than torture myself with some gross plain food, not suitable for human consumption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5791586450664229014?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5791586450664229014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5791586450664229014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5791586450664229014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5791586450664229014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-44th-birthday-daddy-daddy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-5009977049406761032</id><published>2009-09-08T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:14:46.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The damn drilling two floors down is driving me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-5009977049406761032?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/5009977049406761032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=5009977049406761032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5009977049406761032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/5009977049406761032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-drilling-two-floors-down-is.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</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-1570471196384162434.post-8735680201878304315</id><published>2009-09-08T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:09:02.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a cheery day! I'm in high spirits for some reason. When the mood comes, it is hard to chase it away. lol. I'm excited about daddy's birthday. I always hope that on special occasions we'll do unusual thrilling stuffs. Such as planning a surprise, going to some ulu ulu exquisite restaurant to dine, go speeding at night (but not like damn fast those kind). But out of ten times that I hope, usually only 7 times we really do it. Actually I think my parents are not that keen on these kinda stuffs, normally my sister and I are the very excited ones. LOL. We act like its out birthday or our day. And we will have crazy ideas to stay out late. Once in a while must have fun ma. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, studied with HC, Daryl and Shili at amk library today. Quite fruitful thanks to my earpiece. Once I pluck it in, I am oblivious to my surrounding. Had a mini debate with HC over a AM question which I'm obviously right from the start. lol. Heng ah, if I'm not right I'll feel so malu cos I was so insistent on my stand. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1570471196384162434-8735680201878304315?l=sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8735680201878304315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1570471196384162434&amp;postID=8735680201878304315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8735680201878304315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1570471196384162434/posts/default/8735680201878304315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-stuffs.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-cheery-day-im-in-high-spirits.html' title=''/><author><name>WANNING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856959203659888237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
