<?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-7373672</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:04:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted **</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-113310041674786978</id><published>2005-11-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:06:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good day (it really is already evening) to all! I believe the majority of my loyal readers, and/or occasional visitors've already stopped coming back in hopes of a new entry because of an interminable wait for one. Some reckoned I switched to a different URL, others just settled on the notion that I've finally ended my blogging days with an irrational lack of a legitimate conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am to temporarily "close" this little site. I might move and start up a new blog, I might not. I might just end my blogging trends here once and for all, I might not. Or I might just take a hiatus, focus all 101% of my concentration on school, work, and friends (and that is, by the way, a hell lot to handle), and mayb get another site going when I get a hold of some free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so thank you for ever visiting this diary! I bid everyone a pleasant farewell and best of luck!! *huge wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, VAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-113310041674786978?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/113310041674786978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=113310041674786978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/113310041674786978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/113310041674786978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-day-it-really-is-already-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112931176162122804</id><published>2005-10-15T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:42:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this is hell stupid. My very own blog and I can't bloody open the comment box. Tried fixing it, but all my attempts were futile. AND, the one night my fingers're itching for a few good chats on msn, the damned programme refuses to sign me in!! "Sorry, we were unable to sign you in to the MSN Messenger at this time. Please try again later", and that's the best they can give me even when I do try again later. You fresh child poof shit of a messenger! TRY HARDER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm not computer savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sitting cross-legged, donned in my PJs, spectacle drooping down my nose, hair pulled back with a hairband, and munching on some flakes Jasmine left in my room after a round of movie marathon early this week... I'm really getting nowhere with all this descriptive writing, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kinda thought that I'd be better off by myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been so wrong before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made it impossible for me to ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I don't know what I left you for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See I thought that I could replace you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can't love me the way you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Till now I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm spoiled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By your love girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how I try to change my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the point it's just a waste of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm spoiled by your touch girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love you give is just too hard to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to live without you in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to tell myself that I'd be over you in a week or two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby that was 'bout a year ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never seen the word love so personified as I do with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that is why I just can't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I would only be fooling myself if I tried to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe there's room for someone else in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no way I'm getting over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I've been trying to prove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hopeless, helpless when it comes to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is all I wanna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it doesn't sound too cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But maybe I'm still in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of the century! Good night folks! Time to retreat to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112931176162122804?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112931176162122804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112931176162122804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112931176162122804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112931176162122804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-this-is-hell-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112923489334080094</id><published>2005-10-14T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T04:21:33.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah ha! Finally, a breath of fresh air! Reconstructed, reshaped, refashioned! Sick and tired of having that annoying little cross sign as my picture. I seriously think that villagephotos, my image host, has one helluva problem! Either that or they refuse to display my pictures once they realise I haven't logged in for God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news, good news! I've found a job, it works into school term, and Sel's my partner in crime. Respected company, high-end retail boutique, all black outfit. Though, once school starts, I hope I manage working, and studying, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; sourcing for time to hang out with my mates well enuf. Don't wanna slack off when it comes to school. Last sem's results were merely average-ish, of which I expected, however still am considerably disappointed. I don't wanna let my parents down and neither do I wanna just satisfy their pragmatic expectations of me. I hope to excel, though it seems I'm only voicing that notion. That's why, I've set my mind on working hard to produce results next semester, and well, lets hope I've got determination enuf to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighto, this entry'll b a short one. It is after all already 4am. There'll b more updates at the side in near future, so b sure to come back soon to check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112923489334080094?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112923489334080094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112923489334080094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112923489334080094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112923489334080094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/10/ah-ha-finally-breath-of-fresh-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112862154045494894</id><published>2005-10-07T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:02:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE IMAGE HOSTING??!! *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello. Deepest apologies for the disappearing act. I've got this nasty little strange habit. Don't really like blogging or logging onto msn whenever I'm on holiday, and by holiday I mean the entire school break. Not the leave-town-vacation holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from Perth, my plane flew over a tropical storm. Cool huh! Light show was spectacular. Oh, and the West Coast Eagles[Google "west coast eagles" if u must] were on the same flight as I. They all look so cool, so hot. It's like they've got this superstar aura circling them no matter what they wear or where they go. They were on their first half of a connecting flight to London to play some friendly match, and they were seated in economy class. 2 of them were sitting in the row infront of me. I cldn't take my eyes off them. I knw peanuts abt them, and even lesser abt the mysterious man-handling sport called footy, yet I cldn't help getting all excited whenever one more walked pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, currently, I'm desperately looking for a temp, a temp which I don't seem to b having any luck finding. I need the cash. To get by school when the new semester starts, so I wldn't have to ask for more than what my Dad've been giving me. I feel like a complete leech whenever stick my grubby little hands out to ask for money. That's why I need to wrk. Oh so very desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to the gym for the first time in my 17 plus years living on this earth. Why? I needed to keep fit since I've stripped myself of all extra curricular activities AND, I'm striving to achieve a body much like the one Jessica Simpson confidently, and very scandalously, fluants on her video "These Boots Are Meant For Walking". However, I don't think I possess quite that much determination, and energy, to accomplish something which can only be fulfilled thru much strenuous exercise. My entire arm still aches like *toot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh sigh sigh. Not having a proper temp by now's making me feel terrible. Good night, pleasant dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previous comments: Think I've replied them already. Thru different forms of cos. If I haven't replied any, it will b soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112862154045494894?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112862154045494894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112862154045494894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112862154045494894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112862154045494894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-hell-is-wrong-with-image-hosting.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112697453090128690</id><published>2005-09-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:28:50.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again!! I have news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only flying back next month. Yes, next month. On the 2nd to b exact. I don't knw whether u feel like killing me or leaping for joy, but nonetheless, I WILL B BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confirmation of my extension was a race between the emotions ecstasy, and disappointment. I'm looking forward to a small fraction of my holiday without my parents, yet I wanna b in good company of my fellow friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this really awful dream just a few nights ago while I was on my road trip down South of the continent. It was a nightmare actually, more than a dream. Dreams're sweet visions coated with sugar and chocolate syrup, but this wasn't that. I dreamt, because of my extension, I lost everyone and everything, back in Singapore, I ever held dear to my heart. My dog, my friends, Sniff, BF. It was an unbelievable portion of pain and shock when it came to losing my bestfriend. Though, it was sort of queer in a way I can't put my finger to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wretched nightmare made me question and doubt my credibility to certain friends, but as always, with my will, I tried as quick as I cld to excise the qualm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was a day or 2 ago. Lets have a little bit on the road trip. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of us squeezed into a Terago and set off on our journey towards kidney failure, diabetes and obesity. It was a 4 to 5 hour drive to Magaret river and to the little Red House which we rented for a 2 night accomodation. The place was beautiful, a whole lot better than we expected. It was like a home, just uninhabited and for rent to tourists like ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outline of the trip. It got us a sweet tooth, a bloated tummy, muscular legs, and really tipsy. Ok, I'll attempt to follow in order. Sweet tooth, because we visited the chocolate factory and a candy factory. Sampled free chocolate, all white, milk, and dark. And soft, slightly melted honey comb, at the candy factory. We were such fans of that we even bought a packet and shared it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloated tummy, because Auntie Mary whipped up a wonderous spread. A feast fit for a King and all his 10000 servants. Of beef, pork, lamb, garlic bread, corn, bacon, lettuce and more. I didn't need to eat for 3 days after that dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscular legs, thanks to the thousands of steps that was required of us to overcome in the cave we visited. The winding and inconsistently big flights of steps took much effort and stability. And according to my big wussy[HEHE] brother, it was the first time he sweat since end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and really tipsy, through much alcoholism on all our parts. There were endless pit stops at wineries and vineyards just to taste sips of their most exquisite wines and probably purchase a bottle or 2. But sips accumulated into almost a bottle each. I swear, that was the first time I made my poor kidneys work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u might ask, why do I have so much time for such a lengthy update. Well, that's because I'm only 17, and everyone else has gone to Burswood, the casino, leaving pathetic little me at home. Facing the computer, waiting for my brother's girlfriend to finish packing the kitchen before she joins me in watching Cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she doesn't seem to b finishing anytime soon, I'll just contribute even more to the entry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, again, my brother was surfing the net, as he always does, and he was browsing thru the Channel News Asia web page. There was an article on 3 individuals, and mind u, they're of my age, who have been charged for contents they have posted in their blogs. To b exact, racist remarks and opinions. They would each b subjected to a $5000 fine, at the least, or a jail term of quite a period of time which for the life of me I can't remember now, at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big red light to all bloggers. A blog may b ur online diary, it may b ur freedom of speech, but still blog with caution, with self censorship, cos ppl are reading. Blog&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; smart&lt;/span&gt;. Don't have that it's-my-blog-so-I-can-say-whatever-the-fuck-I-want attitude. It will, someday, leave u in a very sad position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may b freedom of speech, but that freedom doesn't apply to after that speech has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112697453090128690?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112697453090128690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112697453090128690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112697453090128690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112697453090128690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-again-i-have-news-im-only-flying.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112653948931490743</id><published>2005-09-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:38:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening, from down under!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for Perth, I was over the phone with my genius of a brother, and he told me that I didn't need no thick woolen sweatshirts. All I required was a jacket and some normal tees and I'd b fine. So cleverly, I listened to him. I even brought my skirt and a tank top. Thinking that my parents were just exaggerating with all that extra material, winter-ish clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I was, very clearly, deceived the moment I stepped out of the airport! It was freeeezing! The wind was frigging chilly! And just 2 nights ago, we were all sitting pretty on 3 degrees celsius! There was one day, the weather forced me to don on 4 layers of my summer-ish clothing. Bloody uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother just read what I wrote, and he isn't very pleased. SO, just to compensate, THANKS BRO-ZO FOR SAVING ME FROM DADDY'S DEAFENING SNORES AND HOUSING ME IN UR COMFY LITTLE ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all the time I have for now. A whole ton more to update next time!! Much love to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wo xiang ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112653948931490743?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112653948931490743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112653948931490743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112653948931490743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112653948931490743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-evening-from-down-under-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112602067213814892</id><published>2005-09-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:12:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spendid! My sore throat's seemingly incurable. My nose wants to start running. And I feel feverish everytime I leave the air conditioning. When am I leaving for Aussie? Hmmm, TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why u see, I was horribly good today. I stayed in the entire day, except for a while because I was forced outta the house to go author my pants, and put all might into nursing myself back to health. Seriously, I downed so many different kinds of liquid and so much of it, I feel like a water bag of concoctions now. Green tea, green beans with salt [Ewww..], plain water, 100 plus, and several others I just can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, u can tell how desperate I am. I need to get well so badly, I restraint myself from devouring those bars of Time Out and Crunchie laying oh-so-cooly in my refrigerator. It's a huge achievement ok! I'm a sucker for Crunchie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after finding out about my nasty little illness last night, Dad got pretty furious with me. He kept blaming me for this inevitable misfortune, like it's completely my fault and that I had total control over whether I shld fall sick or not. Which is rather ridiculous! Just because of this dang-ed vacation which, quite honestly, I'm not very psyched abt. The only few reasons to why I wanna get well so quickly's because I'm afraid that the change of weather'll make me feel worse, I wanna get rid of Dad breathing down my neck about falling sick to begin with, and I really hate being ill. It makes me feel like curling up under the blanket and sleeping my day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, so enough of this incoherent rambling. My face still stings from the over exposure ytd [went tanning by the way], I need to rip my throat out, and I still need to go check what else I've forgotten to stash into my luggage. I knw, this entry's ALL about complaining and nth else but that. But it's like that when I'm sick and I hope u come to find it enduring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll b leaving for a week odd, if my brother doesn't insist on extending my trip of cos. So till I'm back, all of u! Please b good! Don't have too much fun without me!! =/ And miss me, cos I'll definitely miss u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISING: PARTY ON THE 20TH. NEWSROOM BAR. MORE DETAILS SOON. Come to me for tickets! =) [I knw, I lament not being able to make it for Black's prelude.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be dreaming you're by my side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holding my hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And kissing me goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112602067213814892?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112602067213814892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112602067213814892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112602067213814892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112602067213814892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/09/spendid-my-sore-throats-seemingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112585035671518128</id><published>2005-09-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:12:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Momo was fantabulous. In my opinion, a notch above every party/clubbing session I've been to. Music was awesome, crowd was mature, company was more than great. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's finally over, the 2 months break, finally here. I'll b departing our sunny little island to the land below on Wed. Yes, again. Perth. For the second time this year. But this trip's gonna b different. This time, I'll b flying with Mum and Dad, sadly (cos I really do love flying alone), and it'll b for my brother's convocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lets move on. I'd like to thank all whom I've worked with during my first semester in poly. For tolerating me. My incompetence, bossy-ness, forgetfullnes, what have you. Especially, Eunice (Speech and Radio), Lucas (Writt Comm), Danial and Kristy (Soc Psy ppt), JJ, and Sel, and Kristy and Nat (IAC). *nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's tanning, meet ups, and tonns more to do before I leave. So I'll b off, and worry not. There will b one final update before I catch that plane. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112585035671518128?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112585035671518128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112585035671518128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112585035671518128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112585035671518128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/09/momo-was-fantabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112512742380085907</id><published>2005-08-27T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:25:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think all my classmates would agree with me that ytd's soc psy tutoral left an impression that would last for as long as God knows. It was about the women brought up in cultures which required them to go thru circumcision, in other words, genital manipulation. Where they would get their clit cut and sewed up at a tender age, just so the men knows she's still a virgin and that she's qualified for marriage. What's worse is that it's never the women's freedom to choose whether she wants this excruciating procedure to be performed on her, and trust me, judging from the video we watched and the screams from a little girl, it's not a practice quite as pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, honour killings. Women in those very cultures're not viewed as human beings worthy of the same rights as the men. They are viewed as objects, property to b bought and sold and ill treated in any manner the men feels appropriate. I mean, seriously, would u shoot ur very own sister in the head just because she ran away from an unhappy arranged marriage just to uphold ur pride, because such an act of her's was seen as dishonourable and would bring immense shame to the family? It's a life of a human being we're talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.. I shall stop here, if not it will never cease. The injustice u feel for women who have to succumb to such cultures make you wanna kill all men! Though, it really is the culture that ought to get pulverized, smothered and flushed down the dirtiest toilet bowl in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to my dearest Ashlee who left the family and joined another due to my mother's incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember how she'd climb up my chest and sniff at my cheeks, tickling me with her little tongue. I'll always remember how she'd nestle urself in my lap, urging me to pat her to sleep. I'll always remember how excited she'd b, when I come home after a long day's work, stretching at my feet, greeting me with that wagging tail and the cutest overwhelmed look a chihuahua could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her whimpering. I can feel her loneliness, her pain. Her desire to be here at home, where she really belongs. I'll miss her presence, I'll miss her licks, I'll miss her falling asleep in my lap, I'll miss Ashlee. My beautiful dark brown, short coat, female chihuahua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112512742380085907?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112512742380085907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112512742380085907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112512742380085907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112512742380085907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-all-my-classmates-would-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112472459026597404</id><published>2005-08-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:41:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal 2, Proposal essay, final Assessed Speech, Radio capsule, IS project, Soc psy project. Everything that has to b completed by next week, before the much anticipated 2 months break. I honestly, genuinely, cannot wait for this vacation, but the thought of the amount of wrk needed to b done and submitted before this holiday even arrives is enuf to suck the life outta my entire being!! Help, help, someone HELP! I guess I gotta start. Begin, plunge, embark, LAUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, IAC grpmates and I were trying [note the word "trying"] to complete our presentation and report today when we drifted off to many other obscene things, one of which was a situation Kristy encountered in the toilet. And it was this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/2 other girls from Mass Comm were in the same toilet as Kristy and one of them was hogging a mirror, putting on make up. One other then asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Why are u putting on make up now? In school? [or smth along that line]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up girl: Cos I wanna complete my look! [GOSH, vanity in full 361 degrees]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: But u're dressed like a I-don't-knw-what-sport-player today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up girl: No! I'm dressed up as a tennis player! [Cue to laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, I wonder why ppl from other courses loathe ppl from the course I'm a part of. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wld feel the same way! Ok, I don't mean to make fun of anyone or offend any individual or be an oxymoron for that matter, but like.. WHAT THE HELL right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sincerely hope that ppl from the other courses wld give Mass Comm students a chance and not stereotype all of them under a single catergory, because it's plain and simple, unfair. Esp for those who barely look like Mass Commers [in terms of dressing].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess today's entry's long and entertaining in it's way. I shall take cue and exit to compile those statistics which, I believe, Nat's waiting for. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts're wrapped up in you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my will stands against.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me how,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will we make it thru the odds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will we weave the most beautiful story?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will u endure me, as I will endure u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will we, will we, will we..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'll leave such mysteries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave them for time to unfold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-s&amp;amp;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112472459026597404?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112472459026597404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112472459026597404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112472459026597404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112472459026597404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-2-proposal-essay-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112438224165717609</id><published>2005-08-19T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:24:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To clear any misinterpretations, the previous entry wasn't indited by me. It was by a special someone who cleverly signed off as Sniffy, her embarrassingly adorable nickname, thinking that people will know who that is!! Haha, no la. The very sweet, sugar frosted post was meant only for me to discern, so there u go. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black chicken soup was skillfully brewed by the masters of the hawker, bought with sweat money, and delivered to me with utmost love by the 2 people I've known for my entire life, Dad and Mum. My soup meal was the most scrumptious yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was consultation for writtASScomm again. I seriously do not like going to school and spending a pathetic 10 mins just looking thru the outline of the proposal essay with my lecturer. Thats why, I always look forward to the after school activities, usually still a mystery until I step into class, but with the classmates, it's always very promising. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Sel and I went to school together and she brought her cam. So as expected, we did a hell lot of cam whoring! Haha. However, the files're taking a lifetime to come over and I'm sick of facing this page, so I'll upload them another day yes? =) Meantime, Good night everyone! Keep studying! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112438224165717609?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112438224165717609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112438224165717609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112438224165717609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112438224165717609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-clear-any-misinterpretations.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112428122987839699</id><published>2005-08-17T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:13:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;invasion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall do the entry for you.&lt;br /&gt;well,nothing much to talk bout&lt;br /&gt;cos youre with me now.&lt;br /&gt;and although i have you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still missing you so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always being around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sniffy LOVES YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//you're beautiful, its true&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dont peep pleaseeee.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112428122987839699?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112428122987839699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112428122987839699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112428122987839699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112428122987839699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/invasion-so-i-shall-do-entry-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112411448740647633</id><published>2005-08-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:50:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, and &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;o I've come back to bring to u guys an entry. Smt&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't done in slightly ov&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;r a week. Really sorry for the la&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;k in updates, but I really haven't had the time or mood to blog for the p&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;st few days. Anywho, with reguards to the comments, it's ki&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;da unapt to reply several questions u guys've asked now, and well, I'm just feeling a tad lazy today. So I'&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt; gonna do a Mass Reply, and it goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF U GUYS!! Th&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;nks for the comments, and yes, I hate Writt Comm as much as u classmates do. Lol. As for the go outs I owe, I'll try to make it up to u guys next wee&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt; or smth aiight? And yes, Johnny D&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;pp was good, Choc Factory was a helluva experience, not to b &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;issed. To all those I met at Gotham, it was great seeing u gu&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;s, and yes, we'll go out soon. AND TO ALL I HAVEN'T SEEN IN EONS! I MISS U! Oh, and a big fat sweaty &lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;ug to everyone who comment&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;d! *HHHUUUGGGSSS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how now? T&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;lk about school? Mundane. Family? Like that lo&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;. Friends? I miss alot of u, really do [my 3-0s, BF, Geor, Jia, OUR OUTINGS!] ! Love life? Ah, a lil secret saved only for &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;hose close to my heart. That's what makes it extra special right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh! So that a&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;ide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna give u guys a tasteful entry, a post that'll tic&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;le ur funny bone so hard u'll cry laughing [cos I wanna laugh like that r&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ght now. *shrugs] . But I'm totally spent, tired. So I &lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;romise u a hee-leh-ri-yers entry the next time around. For now, I'm just gonna try to do WORK. Yes, WORK. Alot of bloody WORK to b done. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] I miss you. U make nights like these alot easier to get by. When I've seen, heard or went thru things I wld rather not have. I knw u'll listen, I knw u'll care. I knw u'll share my burden, I knw u'll make me smile. Cos I really miss having ur company at night. The songs u used to sing me to sleep, I now sing to myself in the lonely dark whenever I think of u. I miss ur smile, ur laughter, ur irritating attitude, ur presence, ur comfort. So won't u come back and visit home again? Cos I miss u. I miss u.. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112411448740647633?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112411448740647633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112411448740647633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112411448740647633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112411448740647633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-and-so-ive-come-back-to-bring-to-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112326047627525800</id><published>2005-08-06T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:52:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I make buys over $10, save food, I can't help but feel extremely guilty. Like as though I've just made my entire family 5K poorer [even if it is my own cash] . =/ I think it's time I kept my card under lock and key, and perish any thought of using it from now till the holidays. Yes, exactly what I shld do. And I'll get a job during the vacation and put back what I impetuously took out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally met up with Tissue today! After yonks and yonks and yonks!! It was fun, esp when we tried to burn erm.. tissue. Lol. Ya! We basically strolled aimlessly around town, going ahead with any plan which we conjured right on the spot, though sadly, we were able to proceed with none. =/ Nvm! There's always next Friday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, headed to town with the classmates after school for "Charlie And The Chocolate Factory". It was gooood! Johnny Depp was mind blowing. But then again, whenever is he not? However, do expect a tad of sadism delivered in a gothic fashion. With Tim Burton as director, u knw for sure he'll never fail to add that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUGESIGH. Phonetics journal, done and submitted. Writt Comm essay however, still untouched. There's PLENTY to do. PLENTY. And what am I doing right now? Diddling away in front of the com, chatting with mates on MSN. Tmr? Going out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn anxious, but I just completely lack the will to start. It's probably a good idea to shut myself out for the night, and at least have an introduction, and get very well-acquainted with my research. Perhaps I shld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she warms my heart .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112326047627525800?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112326047627525800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112326047627525800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112326047627525800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112326047627525800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/everytime-i-make-buys-over-10-save.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112306862433843264</id><published>2005-08-03T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:30:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Because..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my laptop to school for a 30 mins lesson which I was 10 mins late for! Grrr.. Only Jiun will b able to understand my pain. Our laptops're just the heaviest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, company was great. Sel mercilessly embarrassed me! My phone rang see, and I stuck my hand into my bag's pocket, shuffling around, trying to grab hold of it. It wasn't there because it was in the other pocket which Sel just put her hand in and fished out effortlessly, putting both of us into fits of laughter! Hee-leh-ree-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing radio, I helped Sel create some soundeffects 6000 series lacked. It was uber funny! Even I didn't know I cld animate my voice like that. Lol. So the featured voice for her and Jiun's assignment! Mine! Haha. Don't need to credit already la, Sel. I did it for u. HEHE! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon Eunice and I are pretty much done with our radio. Can't wait to nip and tuck, and take a listen to our final product. Anywho, I finally got my determination set on completing my phonetics. So that's what I'll b doing! After my bath of cos. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile.  =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112306862433843264?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112306862433843264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112306862433843264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112306862433843264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112306862433843264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/because.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112301067752307139</id><published>2005-08-03T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T03:24:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm incredibly hopeless. Everyday, I switch my computer on the moment I get home. Play the music, logon to MSN, open an Explorer window, and last but not least, sift out my phonetics assignment word document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's open everytime my computer's on, but my idleness and procrastination has this incredulous ability of overpowering any sort of will! And I'll end up closing the file before I turn the com off, without having even made a single alteration or addition to my journal. Note: This has been going on for more than 2 days. I'm so lazy it's getting on my nerves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I've got 15 freaking research cards I need to finish and hand in together with my essay on Monday! WTF. My weekend's gonna b packed full with wrk. So much incomplete work's stirring up an unsettlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm being chased to bed by a very decent person. Believe me, I wld very much like to contribute to the length of this sad entry, but circumstances oppose. So I bid all a very good night, and the sweetest of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pray for me! Ask God to bless me with the concentration I desperately need to finish up my phonetics journal!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112301067752307139?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112301067752307139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112301067752307139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112301067752307139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112301067752307139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-incredibly-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112279738511553726</id><published>2005-07-31T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:02:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything I can recall since the last time I wrote an entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my maid; with Claire and Grace at far east; Jols and I at Lido munching on subway; waking up late for school on Friday and taking a cab which cost me 13 freaking dollars; survivor game during Soc Psy; terrifying 5 min speech; fun with company in school; Jas, Crystal, Spencer, and The Island [Grace darl! I'm sorry I caught it first! =/] ; our hugs =) ; town with Jols; The Truth About Love is bloody nice, a must-watch; her curling up into a ball [LOL] ; waking up only around 2ish/3ish for the past 2 days. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good to me for the past few days. So good that I've completely forgotten about the work load that's waiting to b done. The phonetics journal, the essay. Pfft. Thinking about wrk causes dizzy spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to tennis for 3 straight weeks, and not seeing Mr Coach with that cute neon coloured tight shorts for that long's making me very unhealthy. As much as I love training, I hate it. There're never enuf courts, the guys dominate them. Drills're effing exhuasting. And we have to play breath-wise because there're just too many of us! *sigh. Hmm, private training mayb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've got intentions of finishing up my phonetics journal by today, so I had better go on and get it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112279738511553726?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112279738511553726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112279738511553726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112279738511553726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112279738511553726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-i-can-recall-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112247807212744579</id><published>2005-07-27T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T03:19:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utterly lament not being able to see her off at the airport. Not being able to walk with her thru the last mile, all the way to the gate. From the moment I woke up, I cldn't help but cry. I felt like some 3 year old who lost her favourite rag doll, I felt like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at the porch, watching her van turn out of the corner and drive off. I felt really lost for a moment. She was going and never coming back. The thought of not seeing her again killed me. The sight of her diminishing into the distance was even worse. I miss her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always remember how u used to sing me to sleep. U always sang "Eternal Flame".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our 3 hour break, Sel, Kristy, Jas and I were just sitting at the lifestyle section of the library when a couple of year 2s/3s were openly bad mouthing Mass Comm students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cldn't help but to eavesdrop cos they were talking at a very audible level. It was more interesting really, rather than offending. Cos I knw I'm not like how they stereotype me to b. They're the ones being self righteous, unsophisticated, and categorizing and classifying way too much. But to find out what people from other courses think of people from ur course, just because u speak good english which sometimes seem to b done with a fake accent [only because &lt;em&gt;they(some)&lt;/em&gt; can't even get their phonetics right], is quite an eye opener, or ear for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAY OFF MY BESTFRIEND U ASSWIPE. I hate it when guys insult. Be it whether they're playing or not. I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh. Alright, it's time to do speech. It's informative, it must last 5 mins, an outline needs to be done, and I haven't done ANYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112247807212744579?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112247807212744579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112247807212744579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112247807212744579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112247807212744579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-she-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112231055897544083</id><published>2005-07-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:16:20.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I managed to get the cammio wrking again and I'm super delighted cos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. It means I can snap as many pictures as I like of my maid before she leaves, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I can snap as many pictures as I like with my classmates. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about narcissim. I thought I was over it, but it found it's way hither today. So now, lets allow pictures to do the talking instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Some of my pictures got deleted in the process of being transferred into my com, so those that I don't have up're mainly the ones which went missing [either that or I look really horrid in them that's why they're not up]. The one Kristy and I took, sucha pity it's gone! That was nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during Soc Psy, the first lesson of the week. *shudder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="276" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/vintagedoll/GOODMORNING.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Soc Psy, we usually have Writt Comm, but Writt Comm was cancelled, so we had a 4 hour break. Pfft. Wasting time ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="933" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/vintagedoll/HAPPYBREAK.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Radio and Speech Comm after, and me and Jiun were making a fools outta ourselves the entire time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="552" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/vintagedoll/RADIOSPEECH.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so school ends. Eunice had time to spare before her tuition, so she accompanied me to the salon. I cldn't stand it la. Long hair totally doesn't suit me. I finally got my hair cut, and the back's the shortest it's ever been! It feels like I've got no hair. Lol. Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="335" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/vintagedoll/HAIRCHANGE.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, think today's entry's pretty fruitful. Shall exit stage "BED" now. Hope u guys enjoyed the pictures! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112231055897544083?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112231055897544083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112231055897544083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112231055897544083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112231055897544083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-managed-to-get-cammio-wrking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112221488663037340</id><published>2005-07-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:05:13.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You girls made the night rock socks and shake earths! Love u all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from an overflowing dance floor packed with extremely sweaty people, the company remained splendid. Clubbing was followed by an awesome stayover at my place with Sel, Jiun, Jas and Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news reached my door step this afternoon. The maid returns. =) She'll b back till Wed, then she'll b flying back. I dread her impending departure, yet I'm looking forward to spending time with her. Every mintue I can spare. I wonder how it'll b like at the airport on Wed. The thought of it makes my heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm digressing upon request. My Aunt's standing right beside me, breathing down my neck, so I'm pretty much compelled to type whatever it is she wants me to. Which is, "I LOVE EE EE". Ee Ee, in other words, wld mean small Aunt. Though in reality, small is definitely not a quality she possesses. But I still love her all the same. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to school tmr! *sigh. 8 freaking am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112221488663037340?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112221488663037340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112221488663037340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112221488663037340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112221488663037340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-girls-made-night-rock-socks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112205435926402234</id><published>2005-07-23T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T02:17:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The Lord Of The Rings" once again devours me [Been watching re-runs and reading the books].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how can one not b fascinated by an entire history so rich and spellbounding? And the best part is, it's all made up. 3 ages Tolkien wrote, languages and dialects he composed, history and events described as though they actually took place a million years before. Bloodlines he drew. Battles he plotted. Every mystical creature he conjured. They feel real when u read the books. Tolkien's magic is divine. I wish he still lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was beautiful [Today wld refer to Friday]. 2 hours of Soc Psy passed faster than 2 shakes of a lamb's tail. And before u knw it, a number of us were at the plaza poking our faithful balls. Which in normal human english terms mean, pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft pool, only a lonely number of 3 headed down to town. Jasmine, Crystal and me. We settled ourselves down at Lido after our ice cream treat, and started brainstorming on commonly mispronounced words. That's half of the phonetics journal battle done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near 6pm, Crystal left for her erm.. Grand Aunt's [I think] birthday dinner, and Jasmine and I took a bus down to bugis. So guess where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBL! =) It's 10 over storeys of gorgeous books! We got really excited, but climbing up 10 over floors and finding nth but references sections got us a tad annoyed. However, smart little us eavesdropped and heard this guide saying that the borrow-able books were only at B1, so down to B1 it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most books were new. They looked new, they smelt new, they felt new. I LIKE NEW BOOKS. Lol. Over zealous Jasmine and I grabbed almost 2 times more than we cld borrow! So we painfully parted with a few. But there were those a hell more kiasu than us. Like this auntie we saw. She lugged around a huge plastic bag full of books. I wld gage abt 30 odd, 40 of them. And she was walking around the library, I believe, looking for more to stash into that never ending bag of her's. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the visit to NBL was good and fruitful. But now, I've got too many borrowed books and they press with the need to b read and returned. Esp the book I borrowed from the school's library. I not only have to read that first cos it's due date's the nearest, but also bcos I need to fully grasp the history of Salem so I can complete my essay outline and speech, WHICH ARE BOTH DUE NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much incomplete wrk makes me feel like a sloth. *sigh. And I feel so limb now, it's doesn't help. I was actually really tired earlier that I fell asleep for 20 mins, but now, sleep has seem to abandon me. *double sigh. Shall I carry on with Harry? Or mayb I shld finish up my phonetics. Or I cld just lie in bed and pray sleep'll take me back in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112205435926402234?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112205435926402234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112205435926402234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112205435926402234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112205435926402234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/lord-of-rings-once-again-devours-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112187035254322598</id><published>2005-07-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:57:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I APOLOGISE. For not putting up a pre-script warning earlier. Spoiling it for all those who've yet to read the book. I was just dying to share la. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ytd was fun. Met up with J for lunch and headed to PL for collection of my O level cert. We roamed around campus and waited for the teachers to finish up with their meeting which took like, 4 freaking hours? They only came out at 6, but it was worth it. We chatted as though we were friends who haven't met up for a long time. All the initial dislike for certain teachers dissipated the moment we saw each other and conversed like long lost friends. Loved the feeling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went down to town to meet up with the classmates. Had an ice cream topped croissant for dinner. Haha. I was still bloated from the feast at the indian coffee shop during lunch. Anywho, after dinner, we hung out at coffee bean, which was when Mr Sizzling Hot appeared. =) Me and Sel got our unexpected dose of diabetic eyecandy! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so today, met up with Grace sweetheart. Strolled around town and did a bit of window shopping which was actually quite sinful, cos right now, I've got the huge urge to splurge on some cosmetics. But, I'm controlling. Not gonna spend. BROKE BROKE BROKE. And Saturday's gonna make me even more brokeeee. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-maid'll b flying back home soon. Eileen! Bid ur final farewell, cos she's going back for sure. Her hot headedness got the better of her. She argued with her new employer the way she wld argue with my mum and me. I mean, because she was with us for so long, we closed 3 eyes whenever her repulsive attitude showed, but it was one hugely gigantically gargantuanly wrong move when she used that stinking attitude of her's with the new employer. She oughta have been smarter than that. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all her flaws, she was like the sister I never had. When she left home, it made the entire house feel so empty. I no longer had someone sharing my room with me, accompanying me thru sleepless nights, ranting and raving about my life and her's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home from school, she wldn't b around. When I wake up every morning/noon, I'd miss her "Val! What do u want to eat?". Whenever I entered the kitchen, there wldn't b noone scurrying around, preparing for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was painfully enough that she cld only visit once a month. But now, she won't ever b able to visit. She's going back to her homeland. Aft a decade and a half of wrking here in Singapore. 12 of the 15 years, with us. The thot of her leaving's so excruciating I cld die. But I suppose such changes're inevitable, and taking it in stride's one of the many things in life I gotta learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've gotta go to school for 10 mins tmr. 10 mins. Just for consultation of my essay outline, the one I crapped thru at Dan's place. So I'm looking forward to the after school activity, cos I knw the classmates'll make the 1.25 hours of travelling to school very worth it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112187035254322598?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112187035254322598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112187035254322598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112187035254322598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112187035254322598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-apologise.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112169857715936951</id><published>2005-07-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:29:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pre-script: DO NOT try to piece the bolded letters together UNLESS u want to know the 2 secrets of the latest Harry Potter book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats was awesome. Esp ytd's performance&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;. Electrico and Copela&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;d! They rock my boat! =) BF &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;nd I were getting more and more eager as time slowly cre&lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;t to 8.30pm. ELECTRICOOO! They sound gr&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;at live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's baybeats was made beautiful thanks to the fireworks display actually meant for NDP rehearsal. Jia, Charis, Pipi and I were just standing there, at the outdoor stage, waiting for the performance to start. We were actually getting quite restless cos they were taking forever to begin, and then much to our surprise, there was a huge bang followed by an amazing array of fireworks! NICE NICE! AGAIN AGAIN! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forced myself up today to get to school for a bloomin' 2 hour lecture, which apparently, got cut to 1 and a half [I think]. And the worst part was, the day didn't even start off right. My Dad finally snapped at me in the car while driving into school. I knew it was coming la. It was just a matter of when and where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really a&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;ore my Dad to the max. B&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;t sometimes, he just gets so te&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;peramental and unreasona&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;le it kills me! He's down right short tempered, and he knws it. Serious&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;y, h&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; shld go for some kin&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;a anger management course. Or, try hearing &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;ut some of the stories of teens who'&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;e much wors&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; than I am, and do his compare and contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck, I've still gotta b good this entire week just for Saturday which, may I add, I'm rather psyched for. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so aft school, a bunch of us headed over to Dan's place, ordered pizza and watched Sin City. It was kinda stressful at first cos a few of us had to complete an essay outline due at 5, and yes, I was 1 of the unfortunate few. But of cos, as usual, I crapped my way thru. I still knw shitnit abt my topic la, think it's high time I started doing research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's a Monday night, I've got no school tmr. So tell me, what shld I do tonight? =D OHHH! And I can't wait to for my turn to read "The Half Blood Prince". JAS JAS!! Haha. And I knw who the half blood prince is! Oh oh, I also knw who's the impt figure who died. BUT, those who read my blog and who wants to enjoy the book in it's entirety wld probably hate me if I gave it away now. So to save myself from being "The One Who Deserves To Get Tied To A Tree and Thrown At With Peanuts", I'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-script: the 2 characters're actually cryptically bolded in this entry. If u really wanna knw, start deciphering! Lol. The first one's the half blood prince, the second's the one who dies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112169857715936951?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112169857715936951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112169857715936951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112169857715936951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112169857715936951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/pre-script-do-not-try-to-piece-bolded.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112149227867018837</id><published>2005-07-16T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:37:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think everyone around me has had enough of all my nonsensical emo bullshit pie. Even if they aren't sick of it yet, I am. Many thanks to all who've been there listening to me rant and ramble, whether willingly or not, u put up with it all the same. It will end here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there's baybeats today. I've got intentions of visiting the outdoor performance, but I have not the slightest idea whether Jia wld want to. But it's indie rock la, who wldn't want to? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lemme impart some knowledge of great price reductions I've come across in town these few days. 90%-50% off at fcuk @ citylink mall.  70-50% off at [and I wld imagine that most girls already knw] MNG @ town outlets. 50-20% off quite a number of bikinis at Roxy @ pac plaza. And the best which I've saved for the last, 40% off at Adidas apparel @ pac plaza! =D Imagine, 40% off &lt;em&gt;Adidas&lt;/em&gt; apparel, &lt;strong&gt;storewide&lt;/strong&gt;. But it ends on the 17th, which is tmr, so hurry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I had better go get ready now or I'll b late again. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112149227867018837?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112149227867018837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112149227867018837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112149227867018837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112149227867018837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-everyone-around-me-has-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112144481275810224</id><published>2005-07-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:26:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luc, Dan, Nat, Jas, me. Friends, pool, Starbucks, HMV. Crazy, funny, filling, consolatory. Bus, train, bus, thinking solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience is killing me. I want things to b simple. I want it to b justified. My emotions are entangled. And I'm bloody sick and tired. One after another, will God not let me rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U said "let your hero come knocking on your door. im certain she will find her way through somehow". And I hope u're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a bright side to look at, and I'm looking at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112144481275810224?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112144481275810224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112144481275810224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112144481275810224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112144481275810224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/luc-dan-nat-jas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112136424360105763</id><published>2005-07-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T02:04:03.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the holidays. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I get to hang out everyday and spend all my energy doing just the most enjoyable things that when I get home, I'm just way too tired to blog. Ahhh.. That's the kinda life I like! The 7 months holiday style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past few days've been crazy. Oodles of stuff, all too much to pen down. Good, bad. Fun, happening. Crazy, comforting. OH, and demoralising. Hahaha. The gist of it is that I don't give off the "come get me, &lt;strong&gt;boys&lt;/strong&gt;" vibe. And please focus on "BOYS". Refers to the male species. I, sadly, do not draw all that many males' attention. But neh, guess that doesn't exactly matter right now. Never will matter until age and time presses me with the need to get.. married. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I seriously question the accuracy of horoscope predictions. I mean, mine has been telling me that someone I'm holding a torch for actually holds one for me too, and that his/her feelings towards me beats mine for him/her? And the latest prediction assures me that I won't b alone no matter what? HAH! It made me snigger and look away. But secretly, I pray for it to b true. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! I'm looking forward to the weekend. Jia on Sat [Gee, I haven't seen that Ah Beng for forever!!], and finally, FINALLY meeting up with BF on Sun. Aft umpteen times of re-scheduling, we're FINALLY bloody meeting up! Lol. It better wrk out. We have so much we need to catch up on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, lets catch up on sleep first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112136424360105763?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112136424360105763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112136424360105763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112136424360105763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112136424360105763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112109381605429557</id><published>2005-07-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:56:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; feel flabby and &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;isgusting. Well, mayb I am, that's why I need t&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt; jog. I &lt;em&gt;wa&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; to jog, but it's already half past 10 and &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;he ground outside's still wet and slippery than&lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;s to the rai&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt; earlier &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's call got me cra&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;ling outta bed this noon. He rang to bring good ne&lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;s, that he didn't fail. Haha&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;a. Well, it's good I guess. Which means we'll b having that joint famil&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; vacation to Perth in Sept with Uncle &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;oon and his wife. I'm really looking forward to the trip, not only because I wanna see my childish brother &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;naptly suited in tha&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt; navy blue gown [Haha, kidd&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;ng la bro], I wanna go back to Perth. I knw it's like the &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;ost boring city in Auss&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;e, but there's thi&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; therapeutic, tranquil quality abt that place I can't fully expre&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;s in words. Everyone there's like &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt;, not rushing thru their da&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; like we do in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I h&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;pe my parents'll leave me there for a little more, cos they knw how m&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;ch I hate them breathing down my neck abt waking up early on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got several questions nagging at me, burning with the need to b answered. Because you were so hot, yet so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm delusional. I'll just have to sleep on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112109381605429557?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112109381605429557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112109381605429557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112109381605429557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112109381605429557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-flabby-and-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112092704650594048</id><published>2005-07-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:37:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indochine on Friday night was quite a blast! Music wasn't that good, but bumped into alot of familiar faces. Helluva coincidence. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jiun came over to stay, and we only got to sleep at 6. I'm telling u, I'm totally sleep deprived!! As most of my good friends wld know, massive sleeping is what I do best, and suffering from lack of sleep for a few consecutive days make me one damn lethargic human being. 9 hours for 2 nights just isn't sufficient! But clubbing was fun la. =) THANK U, ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had to rip my ass off the mattress and quickly shower to be only 30 mins late to meet the 3-os. I'M SORRY EILEEN, CHARIS, PIPI. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Ikea and I was contemplating so hard on whether to get the tealight lamp and rubber ice tray. It was a fruitful trip for Charis and Eileen, but I, however, ended up not buying anything. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town after and did a whole lot of window shopping. And when all the shops were closed, all the cafes were full house! We ended up sitting on a bench on the second highest floor of Paragon, munching on Ruffles and sipping a shared Big Gulp. An extremely pathetic sight, but we had fun all the same. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to follow the feelings of that vascular organ of mine. Believing in it had always been a problem for me because of a dreadful past I wish to God will never repeat, but not embracing it will never give me that kinda happiness BF and Jeryle share. So there, I'm gonna try my best to put all I have on the line for whoever's behind that stage curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY, it's a very beautiful Saturday night, and everyone's out to play, but I'm wasted and my bed is the thing every muscle in my body's screaming out for. Good night, and have fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112092704650594048?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112092704650594048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112092704650594048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112092704650594048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112092704650594048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/indochine-on-friday-night-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112065569133595544</id><published>2005-07-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:14:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK! EVERYONE. &lt;strong&gt;STOP!&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. I made a big hoopla over Friendster.com's lack in efficiency, I wasn't rejected. Hahaha. HOWEVER, I knw a number of u fall under the impression that I like the fella..? NO. I just think he's charismatic, the way Eunice thinks he's charismatic. SO PLEASE AH! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, there was IAC this morning but Nat, Kristy and I failed to turn up for the lesson. Nat and I didn't know, Kristy just didn't bother. Haha. Silly girl, she. But, we did all turn up for Issues. Stupid stupid stupid test. I submitting a whole muck of crap and shit. I swear. I just let my fingers do the work, my brain didn't even attempt to assist. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, today's Soc Psy meeting wasn't productive at all. Hahaha, we made poor Danial stay back all the way till 3 and we barely discussed anything. =/ But hey, at least it was fun. I think. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, tmr's Thursday, and just one more faithful day before the 1 week break everyone cannot wait for. But, the downside is, we've stil gotta go to school on Wed for a graFUCKINGmmar test. *sigh. Those of u who assume that poly life's slack, please, RE-EVALUATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about people who think poly life's a breeze, I chatted with this friend I haven't spoken to for very long on MSN. He was from table tennis in CCHS, and I used to think that he was a pretty nice guy. But what he said that day pissed me off, major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started off the conversation typically. "How's life?". And I just went on saying how stressful poly life was, and how much wrk I had to cope with. His reaction? "Really? Sure anot..? Then what I'm handling now's definitely not child's play." or smth along that line. And then, I reassured him that poly wrk wasn't smth to kid about either. The reply he gave me was so sarcastic I had a rage blackout and now, I can't remember what it was he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so he's smart, he's in JC. That doesn't give him no right to put poly students down like that! HELLO! We've got just as much wrk load as u guys and we wrk just as hard k!? Not only that, WE PAY MORE FOR TANSPORT! BEAT THAT! Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also kinda sickening when Pipi and Charis tell me that if I were there in JC with them, I won't be able to handle the subjects cos they go really indepth and stuff, even they are struggling like crazy. They may just b kidding around, but I knw they mean it, though not judgementally and condemningly. But hey, I'm qualified for JC as much as u guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ought to get moving on. There's that presentation I've to complete and that essay I've to write. 1 WEEK BREAK! COME NOW, PLEASE COME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112065569133595544?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112065569133595544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112065569133595544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112065569133595544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112065569133595544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112056892020920815</id><published>2005-07-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:08:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT REJECTED. I GOT REJECTED. I GOT REJECTED. I GOT REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEAR!!! I'm gonna tie u to a tree and throw peanuts at u for the next century!! Hahaha. U knw I love u la, how can I bear to. BUT I SERIOUSLY FEEL LIKE DOING JUST THAT RIGHT NOW! I'm &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; embarassed I seriously have no idea where I shld throw my face! Into the bottomless pit, or down the world's filthiest river!!! Oh. My. God. SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE! Just tie me to an ice berg in the Antartic and lemme freeze to a cold lonely death! *sigh. I came across as desperate, didn't I..? FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, MPG. Goodbye, every possibility of chance. Goodbye, pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 7. Almost mid week, yet not quite over. There's still that Issues test tmr, and it requires us to do research before we sit for it. I've got my websites, all that's left are the citations and actual reading thru of the texts on the page. Which is actually 80% of the work, but ah, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still that writt comm essay everyone's frantic about. I mean, honestly, it's one of the draggiest, most mundane assignments! Idea, outline, structure, essay. TSK. Yet it's so impt, and very pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't allow pressure to drive me to my grave, so I took a break today, went for "War of the Worlds" with Geor. It wasn't fantastic, but the effects were bloody good, and besides, I haven't seen that girl for 168132486 years! Miss the times we used to hang out, shop, drink, eat.. *sigh. School's taken away quite abit of time I used to spend with ppl who matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to dinner, then to research, then to citations, then to essay, then to.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112056892020920815?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112056892020920815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112056892020920815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112056892020920815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112056892020920815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-omg-omg-omg-omg-omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112031231921849120</id><published>2005-07-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:52:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H'n'H day was fun. =) Tonns of pictures taken, but I'll post them up sometime later, if I ever do. Lol. And girls in my class're getting fanatical over shopping on eBay. Haha. So fun! Next time we can all go on energy saving shopping trips together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impromtu speech was nerve wrecking! And the worst part was, I WAS UNLUCKY NUMBER 1! I bet someone must've taken 1, put it back and took another, and since I was one of the last to pick, I just so happen-ly got 1. Pfffft. But I was more than glad to get it over and done with la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to the CHMA after school, it was pretty alright, save the part when the air con broke down and the hall was blooming hot and stuffy! I thot the rock bands were pretty good, and that Cat high has got tonns of musical talents. Oh! And that IT'S A FILTHY RICH SCHOOL. They gave away 2 iPod shuffles and an iPod mini for the lucky draw! Like, what the hell!! Loaded. Wld u guys like put up a Save Valerie Tan YX fund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we went for supper and hung out at the playground. =) I love all the get-to-each-other-better sessions I have occasionally with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, met BF for shopping, like finally!! For one, I haven't seen her for ages and I needed to do some retail therapy before insanity replaced the crave. But the rude and uncivilised crowd who flooded the streets were a major turn off, and me and BF got seriously pissed with oblivions who wldn't give way and others who shoved their way thru like they owned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we went down to Cityhall to meet her brother and his band of guitar players. Geesus, they're dead good! I wldn't miss their performance if they were to ever have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm home early this Saturday evening with plans on getting started on some wrk since there're piles of it beside my desk just calling out for me. But first, as always, Lost? The Nightmare Before Christmas? The L word? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112031231921849120?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112031231921849120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112031231921849120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112031231921849120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112031231921849120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hnh-day-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112015261479286272</id><published>2005-07-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:47:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally changed my template!!! After multiple occasions of saying that I wld, I've finally done it. It's actually an old skin, altered. Seasoned readers!! Remember the white "Baby Angel" template? Yea, it's that, with a full body make over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The APA test wasn't horrible, the references one was. References're so bloody confusing!! And I've still got 2 questions undone. Looks like I'll b burning some oil again, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't bring my laptop to school, which made walking around town a whole lot easier. And thank God for a beautiful soul like Shear, who accompanied me about. However, I was playing third wheel, and I felt awful! I'm so sorry, Shear darl! However, t'was fruitful. =) Not exactly what I had mind, but at least I'll get my head covered tmr. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my weekend's jam-packed, so many things to do, so little time, my feelings towards it approaching is more of ambivalence than anything else. It's like, I thot week 6 wld end once Friday comes, but it's conviniently stretching it's own lifespan. Not allowing me to catch a breather. *sigh. BUT, I am enthusiastic abt all the shopping and chilling out, I need it. Hell, I deserve it aft wrking like a mad ass for the entire week! We all do! So mates, have a blast! At least, try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tmr's impromptu speech day, the anticipation's killing me. The paranoia of not being able to produce a fine speech within 15mins's making my heart race. HOW HOW HOW?! Live by the policy, JUST RELAX (Cheah, 2005, msnchatwindow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm off to memorise the format for a speech outline and complete the final 2 questions for the references test. Good morning to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112015261479286272?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112015261479286272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112015261479286272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112015261479286272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112015261479286272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-finally-changed-my-template-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-112005552023145112</id><published>2005-06-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:32:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; slack today. 2 hours of lesson, 3 hours of break, then another hour of lesson. And they were all IS modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tmr's the day my entire class has been anticipating. We've been buring our heads in APA citation books/ppt slides, and studying till our asses incinerate [HAH! Have we?]. APA TEST DAY. Actually, I don't exactly understand why everyone's so anxious abt it. I mean, I'm anxious cos it's graded and all, but not over board. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; an open book test after all. That's why I'm just going to read thru the slides from MEL, print them out, and let the rest b history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I just came across as a lazy beaver. Lol. OK! I'M GOING TO STUDY HARD, and print the notes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Friday's H'n'H day, which in long term means, Hat and Heels. I'm kinda in trouble bcos I don't have a hat, and I don't have 4 inch heels. That's why after classes tmr, I'm gonna hope and pray that I'd b able to find a rad hat at Far East. It's gonna b late, I'm gonna b alone, and I'll b lugging my tremendously heavy laptop around, so please, WISH ME LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before I go off and attach myself to studying for that citation test, here's a lil logic I've come up with over the past few days of contemplating about love and the elements which make a successful relationship, successful [Mostly becos I've failed in several of mine, LOL]. Tell me if I'm full of crap, please. WARNING: read the following at ur own risk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TCCs of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;T - Trust&lt;br /&gt;C - Communication&lt;br /&gt;C - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Not in order of importance or anything, cos personally, I infer each quality to be of equal weightage [Applicable to friendships as well, but current focus is love].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without chemistry, there's no spark, and without that, barely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without communication, there's no understanding. Without understanding, there will be no peace, no love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST! Ha! Trust. In the absence of trust, suspicion and accusations rave. Without trust, there can b no love. NONE. NIAT. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so I bid my readers farewell here, and I wish all T108-ers all the best for tmr! STUDY SMART, TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, Val.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-112005552023145112?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/112005552023145112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=112005552023145112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112005552023145112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/112005552023145112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-was-really-slack-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111988683012673121</id><published>2005-06-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:40:30.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WANNA KNOW WHAT!? =) I got myself a tan! However, according to all the blind mices in my class [Haha, joke joke laaa, u know I love u guys!], I looked exactly as how I did on Friday [they cldn't even tell I cut my hair!], albeit I felt I was fairly darker. But who cares, at least I've gotten rid of that crazy itch for a good sun bath I've been having for the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAC mates came over on Sunday to get some project work done, and it was uber fun! Sel went totally high! If we were to carry on conducting such meet ups, we'd all train up very nice abs! Hahaha. I love my IAC mates! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To snobbish pervertic egoistic blob of lard: STOP STARING LA! It sends ireful bolts of shudders down my spine! And it's disgusting, DISGUSTING, &lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides that little staring game, today was great. Mr pretty girl, tennis, Jay's VCD! =D Lectures were pretty slack, occurences with MPG brightened my day alil, tennis was tiring but fruitful, reading ur msges over again offered me comfort, and I finally have Jay Zhou's VCD in my hands! Hahaha. JJ!! U're not getting it back! HAH! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I knw it seems as though I'm like super free. Spending precious time blogging substanceless material, so I'll head off now. Hoping to get started on my essay outline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111988683012673121?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111988683012673121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111988683012673121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111988683012673121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111988683012673121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/wanna-know-what-i-got-myself-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111963058434083408</id><published>2005-06-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:29:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a lot better today. No sudden surges of tears wanting to take over. So it's time for a bit of thanks giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU POST 001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: I wanna thank u, first of all, for being there every step of the way. Hun, we've been thru so much to have the relationship we have today, and whenever one of us is down, we become the other's life support and shoulder. I really wanna thank u for going thru this testing period with me, though we experienced a lil hiccup in the midst of it, u still stood by me, not manifesting any signs of weakness or of wanting to give up. U play a huge part in my life! I LOVE YOU! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice: Hey sweets, I'm not too sure whether u'll get to read this, but I sincerely hope u do. Though we've never had the chance to knit a close relationship, u've always been there, on msn, sending me words of encouragement, concern and love whenever I'm down. It may b just a simple gesture, but it meant alot. Thanks! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: SWEETIE! I just wanna thank u for supporting me whenever I'm at ground zero. U've been a great friend and I'll be awaiting ur return. LOVE U! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sel: AUNT AGONY! Thank u for worrying and being concern, for making remarks that tickles the funny bone. And for the comfort given in the library, though we've only been friends for a mth or so. VAL LOVES SEL, MUCH! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Darl, I don't think u'll b reading this, I'd probably just show it to u in school or smth, but yes. I need to thank u, cos u were there. U took notice and u lent a listening ear. U gave encouragement, advise, and I appreciate it! Love u! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ: JJ, my man! Thank you for all the concern and being so supportive the whole time. U've been an awesome friend this 1 mth odd and I'm grateful! Ur eagerness in wanting to lend a listening ear, shoulder, punching bag, has also been very touching, thanks a tonn! And yes, I owe u a huuuge hug! *HUGS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all whom I've said a lil note of Thank You to, please acknowledge! Lol. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week of school has passed, and it was faster than 2 shakes of a lamb's tail. You, me, school, grades.. So much happened this entire week and it's just too hard to sum up in words. It was just, hard. Like how hard it's gonna b for the next week. APA test, essay outline, Soc Psy project, IAC project. Geesus, I'm gonna need a long break after that. Thank God for that, worse than pathetic, 1 week mid sem break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm looking forward to school on Monday, this Friday night. Mr Pretty Girl, JJ's song, having a blast with Anto during Soc Psy [HAHAHA!], exchanging for the Jay Zhou VCD with Evangeline, tennis, Daryl's shirt [Thanks, dude!], and school without having too much of you on my mind. Doesn't that just sound extremely tempting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, tmr's gonna b great, I'm sure. Tanning [HOPEFULLY LA! Sun! Come out and dance with me, k?] with a bit of wrking at the same time, and dinner with the 3-o's. =) And sunday's as usual, dedicated solely to WRK. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Friday night. Hello, Sunny SUNNY Saturday morning. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111963058434083408?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111963058434083408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111963058434083408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111963058434083408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111963058434083408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-feeling-lot-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111954474542950652</id><published>2005-06-24T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:46:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why must u get me all emo when I wanna have a good time? I'm praying u'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel as though the most impt ppl in ur life are letting u down at the point when u're already low...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digress. Me, Sel and Nat met up at Lido at noon to get tics for Initial D, and Christ, the theatre for the 7pm slot was already more than half occupied! See! Being an eager beaver &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; leaves u standing on the losing end! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went back to school for Writt comm and it was just a lot of grp wrk, and practicing for the upcoming essay outline due week 6. Nth interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, 6 of us headed over to town. Subway for the rest, Old chang kee for me. YAMI [ I think that's how u spell it] yougart for almost all of us. My virgin YAMI yougart was good! I mean, it's no where near the lights of the sealed up cup kind u get from cold storage. It's way better, tastes a hell lot like ice cream. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! In the movies, me and Sel went crazy everytime Edison came on screen, esp when he does that very heart melting, blow you away, blooding captivating, incredibly charming grin! Hahaha. We kept holding onto each other's hand or grab one another. And Jay's character was so darn innocently, nonchalantly cute as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! Ok, I sound like a perv la. I can't believe I'm acutally going thru a "gush over Edison and Jay" phase. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, still got abit of wrk to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna see Mr Pretty Girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111954474542950652?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111954474542950652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111954474542950652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111954474542950652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111954474542950652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-must-u-get-me-all-emo-when-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111945450534036034</id><published>2005-06-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:57:54.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE MOSQUITOES IN MY SCHOOL'RE HORRID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They possess this absolutely remarkable strength to actually penetrate the die-hard material, that is my jeans, and bless me with 7 wonderously huge red bites on my poor leg! I've been getting all these bites on my leg for the past few weeks la! It makes wearing skirts very difficult! Showing off a terribly bitten thigh isn't exactly enticing. Plus, they're leaving awful looking scars behind which're taking forever to fade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I need a tan, pronto. To cover up all that ugliness. Oh! And vitamin E oil, it eliminates scars like a spell! Ok.. I knw I sound uber vain, but every girl is to a certain degree what, right...? Lol. NO! Don't need to claim that I'm exceptionally over the average level of vanity. I'm not, I'm just getting alot of bites recently and it's irritating me. Especially the itch! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've been acting on my fetish for cantonese songs! I've not the slightest idea of what they're singing, but the tunes're just such an ease to listen to! And the way the dialect's being spoken is simply gracious. I'm currently really stuck on "Hao xin fen shou", I knw it's a really old song, but I like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today. Had IS and stayed back with grpmates after to buck up on our IAC project. We were fluctuating inbetween topics for God knows how long, and we finally settled on one today. Ya, like one week before deadline we're finally actually heading somewhere. But it's good la, a start at least. Lol. Nat's our grp leader! Hahaha. I'm currently, without his knowledge, appointing him as it! =) Only got home at like slightly past 8. *sigh. I predict the next week to b hectic and have requent late-night runnings in school and at home. There're tests, essays, radio scripts, projects enthusiastically lined up awaiting to be completed. GOD BLESS ME. There's still the oh-so-tiring tennis training to consider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when will thoughts of u dissipate? I like being labelled the "one who gets away with it", but I'm not living up to that title at the moment. The joke's all on me now. I got everything I did fired back at me 10 times harder. So I'm not complaining much. I just hope u fade soon, I hope u vanish soon, I hope u disappear soon. Right now, I've just gotta cope with it on my own. Learn how to go thru situations like these alone. Cos all I have is myself, to count on and to get thru this. I miss my BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's time for work again. Speech comm's worksheet and speech, and writt comm's essay outline. Heaps of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sometimes u need a hand, a shoulder, a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111945450534036034?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111945450534036034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111945450534036034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111945450534036034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111945450534036034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/mosquitoes-in-my-schoolre-horrid-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111936799573036446</id><published>2005-06-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:33:15.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDISON EDISON EDISON EDISON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIST, HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEEE! =) Me and Evangeline got to make eye contact and wave at him today! Unfortunately another barrier was blocking Edison from getting to us so we had to settle for just a wave. However, not as unfortunate as we were, the girls on the opposite side got to shake hands, take pictures and videos, and get autographs from that enthusiastic, more than happy to, handsome HANDSOME fella! He was like SO close to them!? *sigh. Lucky bitches la. Lol. Anyway, I found out that Edison has difficulty pronouncing his words in chinese and it gives me a full sense of satisfaction, cos neither can I. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another busy week's coming up and the grade of my radio report just isn't gonna help me gear up for everything else that's coming next. I suppose radio's just not my forte, either that or I really didn't put in the effort. Don't ask me whether I tried hard or not, cos I really can't recall. See!? School's eating my memory. All that's in my head now's that scene of Edison showing off his VERY charming smile, returning waves to me and Evangeline. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking out my window awhile ago, I do that when I feel congested, and I saw this elderly man walking alone along the carpark. He was despondently looking around as though in search for a friend to run to and say "Hi", and from a distance, his expression was forlorn. He wanted a friend, someone who would share his laughter and his pain, a companion. I could hear a silent sigh escaping his lips from where I was, and it punched me in my ribs like an angry blow. I could feel his woe. I felt just as desolated. Just as empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It triggers me to wander whether loneliness's obligated to happen to everyone. For some, it's their destiny to b bitter and alone, and right now, I sure feel like part of that fraction of ppl. I hate it when "I miss you" plays, it doesn't obstruct that emotion from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When or how will that empty spot be filled? Or am I damned to it for as long as God-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every sentimental song reminds me over and over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111936799573036446?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111936799573036446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111936799573036446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111936799573036446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111936799573036446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/edison-edison-edison-edison-christ-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111928090549406745</id><published>2005-06-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:21:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post will b sad. It will b nostalgic. This post is just me, u don't have to bother to read on or do anything after reading it. Don't bother, I just need to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why're my emotions so fucking mixed up?! I'VE BEEN BLOODY LYING TO MYSELF. Or is it just under the circumstances...? I'm allowing my self pity/confusion to consume me in whole, and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all me. I knw. I caused it all. Did this to myself and everything more. I deserve to b hung there, left with no explanation. My mind's at a blank. I hate this feeling, and I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I'm feeling so blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I can't feel my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime you leave my side, I just fall apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you're fast asleep, I wonder where you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell me, I wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is all I wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These three words have said it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you when you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mean to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I can't concentrate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is turning upside down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why I now understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beauty and simplicity of everything surrounding me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got a way of spreading magic everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere I go, I know you're always there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds ridiculous, but when you leave a room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a part of me that just wants to follow you too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is all I wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These three words have said it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you when you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mean to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's such a hard life when most of the time I'm just surviving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why I want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the world where sincerity has lost its meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fill my world with so much hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is all I wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These three words have said it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you when you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mean to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this all I wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These three words have said it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is all I wanna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it doesn't sound too cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But maybe I'm in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this all I wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mean to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you're walking out that door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me wanna ask for more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darren Hayes - I miss you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song embodied meaning so precious only I can feel the tragedy of it's lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to remove myself completely from all that tug-of-war I've been going thru alone. Inside. Silently. Sub-consciously, even I didn't realise at times. It's gonna b hard, it's gonna kill me, but I'm finally ready to try, and do it for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world am I doing?! I need to complete my damned assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111928090549406745?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111928090549406745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111928090549406745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111928090549406745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111928090549406745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-post-will-b-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111917390357603355</id><published>2005-06-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:38:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, HURRAY!! Comment box's back up. But apparently, very few can access it. Enetation's fucking screwed up. Anyway, today's sun is exceptionally good, yet I'm being forced to stay home and complete my damn radio assignment by my self discipline, and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into an unexpected someone on Friday. It's time to move on, and leave no part of me behind, not even a fraction. I think I have, I don't knw, have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, went for Kay's brother's performance on Friday, my first experience being at Mediacorp. The "audience-please-scream" session was dreary, BUT the performances were great. I liked them, at least. Everyone just looked so down right glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Saturday! Rocked. Not a moment of dullness. AND I'M SORRY, GIRLS! For being late. Lol. I knw u guys were practically dying while waiting for me. Hahaha. SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went crazy! We cld barely keep our voices down! Anyway, we went to the zoo, then to town for "Batman Begins". We were mad! It was fun. Absolutely. 4 of us wld b all we need for a kickass chalet. Can't wait for our next neet up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a new week of school's drawing near yet my mood's nowhere close to being ready for it. I need to do my radio script.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111917390357603355?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111917390357603355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111917390357603355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111917390357603355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111917390357603355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-hurray-comment-boxs-back-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111851803916666394</id><published>2005-06-12T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T03:27:19.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love "Dancing in the moonlight"! U knw that song by Toploader? It makes me tingle with happiness all over. And it never fails to conjur up in me the scene at a some courtyard dance when the guy asks the girl for a dance and she smiles that sweet smile, with eyes gleaming with delight, and nods. Awww.. SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough! As much as I wld love that to happen to me &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; day, I knw it wldn't, cos for starters, ppl in Singapore hardly practice the act of holding dances, or even functions for that matter,  in courtyards. Plus, proper, full fledged courtyards are scarcely available on our lands! Oh! And and and. Which handsome, dark haired, sweet, faithful, caucasian looking fella wld ever wanna ask me for a dance?! I knw I ask for too much la.. But the possibility of anything even &lt;em&gt;resembling&lt;/em&gt; the courtyard scene occurring to me is like 1 to 654561687321!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw I've still got a long way to go, a long life to live, and more than enough chances to fall in and out of love, again and again, until Mr Right comes my way. But for now, when I let my imagination wander off as I do, it feels as though I'm condemned to b an old spinster for the next half of my life. I'd watch my brother get married, carry his little daughters and sons. B my bestie's brides' maid at her wedding, and not catch her falling bouquet. Attend many ceremonies of my close friends and relatives, yet end up old and alone for the rest of my days. CHRIST! THAT SOUNDS SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these're just thoughts, visionaries I like to fill my mind with when I'm utterly bored. Right now, in reality, I feel fine without that someone [not referring]! Infact, I'd rather b off all that head-over-heels, quarrelling, making up [and out], fighting, screaming, cursing, heart breaking fits. So so tiring! And no, I'm not trying to make myself feel better becos I'm alone. I like being this way, emancipated from all that jazz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for those who're lovingly attached, I'm sure u see all the good that there is in having a relationship and are happy. Becos yea, it's awesome to have someone there whenever u need a shoulder, a listening ear, sentimental comfort, all of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; jazz. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who're new members to singlehood, or are in singlehood but don't appreciate it much at the moment. Remember that we've our pros as well, so make the most of what u have. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I knw, this entry's full of waste. Good night, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111851803916666394?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111851803916666394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111851803916666394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111851803916666394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111851803916666394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-dancing-in-moonlight-u-knw-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111843637048438909</id><published>2005-06-11T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T04:46:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel a very bad cough coming along. Sadly, I'm doing nth to prevent it's occurence. Still happily having late nights, eating chocolate and all other packet snacks. I'm so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eBay's bloody addictive. Yes. It really is. Stuff put up for auction're usually cheap, and the variety's almost endless. But I can tell it's that kinda site which gets u so hooked, it sucks the life outta u. And ur bank account. I'm gonna stop. Yes, &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to stop. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with a few tonight. Went to Mox, then to Why Not. It was a helluva break between Mox and Why Not la! Cos we had to wait for a friend of mine to help get us in. And one of the reasons why Why Not was the biggest contender for the second location was because I was craving for the floor. Hahaha. Sorry guys!! Deepest apologies! Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised that I'm gradually developing a hideous tummy. Much thanks to all the alcohol consumption since before I went over to Perth, and the lacking efficiency of the daily 5 mins ab work out. I can't stand the flab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third week of school passed in a blink of an eye. Seriously. Mayb becos I enjoyed lessons more, or mayb becos there was alot going ard [pervs, ppl..]. Be it either, it went by quickly. And that has good written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm totally worn out and my hair's finally dry. Time for beddie bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111843637048438909?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111843637048438909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111843637048438909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111843637048438909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111843637048438909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-very-bad-cough-coming-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111823246049755405</id><published>2005-06-08T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:36:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just completed my very first project. My gosh, we broke down English all the way to the different kinds of ADJECTIVES! And there were 5 kinds can!? Christ, I never knew there were &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;many parts to the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, it was such a great experience. I mean, both project and school. I can already feel the bonds growing, and I hope they keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, Selene and I were &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; our very best to do our speech presentation outline in the library today, thinking that the ambience was way better than home's. But sadly, my laptop was rapidly running out of batt power and JJ was low on inspiration. I think the only person who made full use of that time was Selene la! Lol. Her and her tubbeys. Hahaha. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got sick of worrying that my laptop wld die out on me while I was trying to finish my outline, so I decided to stop and use JJ's laptop to check my eBay account since he wasn't doing anything constructive either (My internet's not established yet!). That Steve Vai fan la! Watching the concert without the music. Lol. So he went off, wandering amidst the shelves while I checked out my account. Selene didn't stay at her place for long after that though. She came and joined me in search of Abercrombie and Fitch clothings! =) We're both like addicted to that brand la. So unfortunate that Singapore barely hold the original goods. MOOSESIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, digressing.  &lt;em&gt;SHUDDER, SHUDDER, SHUDDER.&lt;/em&gt; Oh christ, oh christ, oh christ!! I don't wanna think abt it! Irks me whenever I do.. Gives me an extremely weird vibe! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, moving on. I WANT MY COMMENT BOX BACK!! Stuuupid enetation! Grrr.. Ok, besides that, I really can't wait for tennis training. The coach made us do 3 sets of this dammit strenous workout, Jasmine and I thot we were gonna black out after that. BUT it was fun! =) He was far from the lights and kind of Kimmpy and I thank God. Lets hope I'll b able to move up quick. I wanna b selected for intermediate play by mid or end of year 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. It's time for dinner and speech outline.. HAH! Speech outline.. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111823246049755405?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111823246049755405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111823246049755405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111823246049755405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111823246049755405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-completed-my-very-first-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111790536829190215</id><published>2005-06-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:16:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, the day the girls finally reunite! I meant Saturday. Yes. 28mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consisted of us mainly at chocolate under-dose at point A, and pla-ing with hot tongues at point B. We spent on food and nth else. Fun came for free yet it was the best. =) Point A's disappointment was that strawberry drink which was suppose to contain white chocolate but none was tasted. And point B was spiced up, literally, thanks to our Tom Yum pla-s! Imms was the bravey and ordered the soup in its original spiciness. Yikes! Jols and I settled for mild. HA! Wusses right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, Manda and her cousin came over so I cld help them with Art. My shading skills're dwindling! I used to b able to produce a wicked sketch with a lousy mechanical pencil can! Pfft. I need practice, or mayb it's because of my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my arm! My entire freaking arm's sore all thanks to tennis! Ok, I'm not gonna complain, cos I love the game to bits, but the first training drained me. Of energy, of arm! Haha. Now, my shoulders and the whole of my right arm aches like crazy. Whatever I hold shivers under my grasp. I can barely write, and I've still got my 500 word Radio report waiting to b completed! Danny Yeo &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to forgive thee for incorrigible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tennis on Friday was fun. I learned how to properly hit the ball with the forearm and I dare say, I think I did pretty well for a beginner. =) But, much &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; to my dismay, this little fella named Freddie had to b present! Ok, I didn't like develope a bad opinion of him at first sight but the impression he left me and my friend at the end of the day with was horrible! He was nth but inconsiderate, impolite and rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, his ball almost hit me and the other 2 girls yet he just shoved apology aside and continued his ball hitting regime. NVM! While the girls and I were picking the balls up, he didn't even bother to stop and help, he just went on playing ball! Bloody hell! He cld've conviniently broken one of our noses with those balls la! Ok, NVM! 1 girl went off early, so it was only me, my classmate and Freddie boy. Because 2 buckets were placed at each end of the court, we settled on the pattern of ball collecting, drop into bucket, finish hitting all balls over, go over, pick balls and drop into bucket and the cycle continues. Freddie was on the side where we switched over to because our balls were out on the opposite. My friend, Jasmine, backbone breakingly picked up several balls, dumped them into the bucket and guess what!? FREDDIE JUST HAPPILY TOOK A BALL OR 2 FROM THE BUCKET INWHICH CONTAINED THE BALLS JASMINE PAINSTAKINGLY PICKED UP! Is he an ass wipe or what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him and told Jasmine in a fairly audible voice, "I don't like him!". And he just looked at me expressionlessly when I rolled my eyes at him. Pfft! Jasmine was furious, she swore if she ever saw him around campus, she wld do smth so obnoxious she censored it in her speech. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait for tmr! Ok, today!! Dad's driving us to Queensway to get me tennis stuff! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111790536829190215?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111790536829190215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111790536829190215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111790536829190215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111790536829190215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-day-girls-finally-reunite-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111763481777180280</id><published>2005-06-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:06:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, I haven't pespired the way I did today for like, forever! My sweat was &lt;em&gt;dripping&lt;/em&gt; off my chin and the tips of my hair la! BUT, it felt good to exercise again. I mean, actual exercising. Plus, I like the coach. Hahaha. Cos he praised me on my first day of training!! Lol. Christ, I'm so tired now though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets touch on a lil smth very out of the box here.. I think it's uber unfair that ppl develope negative opinions abt others when they've only heard one side of the story. Ok, though I admit, I am occasionally that person, but I'll always try my best to listen to both sides of the tale before making &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; form of conclusion. Or, not even judge to begin with. It's doing the other side injustice la!! I honestly feel that ppl who don't believe in listening to both sides're unethical, don't u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on. I'm meeting dear Michelle tmr for dinner. Can't wait! I knw we're not exactly what u'd call good friends but I knw it's just a matter of time. She's nice, has a good sense of style and everything else in between! Hahaha. Moreover, she's the only one with all the answers to my questions. There. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD SO HELP ME! I'm bloody tired! Bet u a million bucks I'd b able to fall aslp in a sitch if I were to plop on bed now.. Lol. Just a lil more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to like my class. The ppl. They're nice and they've the same perception of Mass Comm students as I. So I therefore believe that the majority of them won't b what they fear others cld've been! =) I hope la. I've had eeeenough of backstabbing bafoons! Hypocritical maniacs! And mouths that bitch like 24.7! Those ppl who feed off other ppl's life! SICK. Yes. Though, I'm sure I'll b hit by one some time while studying in Poly. Under the course most prestiguous for such notorious individuals! Duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! GOD SO HELP ME! I need the energy to bathe.. Pfft. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111763481777180280?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111763481777180280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111763481777180280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111763481777180280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111763481777180280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-swear-i-havent-pespired-way-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111737361329032822</id><published>2005-05-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:33:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're certain mulfunctions reguarding my comment box, lets hope it restores itself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go tanning! And the sun was sooo good, late morning. But by the time we got to sentosa, the sky was at it's gloomiest!! Bloody hell. We ended up bumming ard, in the pub, in the seaweed infested water, by the beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town aft which, got my aztec rose top! Expensive, but just too pretty to let go! Haha. *sigh. I'm spending money like I'm being bred for that sole purpose la. I hate it. Seeing the amount of money in my bank decline like the stock market aft Sep 11, makes my stomach hurl! =/ I need to save! I need that part time job Christopher from RHS is offering me! But.. THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!!! Do I &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; forgo this year's? Can I resist?! ... C'mon!! Tell me I can!!! LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHER! I'm going to miss u like CRAZY! I knw u're leaving tmr, so please write!! Call! Something! ANYTHING! And when u come back, we're going to Why Not!!! I don't care! With Yang and the whole clan! Oh ya, I think that Gary is cute!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Mox on Friday!! Hopefully my very first tennis session won't squeeze me dry of energy, I desperately need to have some so that I'll b able to go feed my eyes at night! Imagine how many cute gays'll b there!! And mayb, I'll get a glimpse of Ken!! My oh so very VERY cute green shirt Adidas! I wanna see him pole dance again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, I LOVE GAYS! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111737361329032822?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111737361329032822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111737361329032822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111737361329032822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111737361329032822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/05/therere-certain-mulfunctions.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111711577660024280</id><published>2005-05-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:56:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so I kinda won't b shutting down, or moving, cos my blog has miraculously restored itself and well, I'm kinda in the mood to blog. Though I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; shortly b changing my template. Anyway, I really doubt anybody actually visits any longer. Since I've already announced that this site wld b closed. But, oh well, I guess I don't need anybody to read, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; just rants with no sense of substance whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, ok. I live in a shithole. With a mother I've come to detest increasingly more than a daughter shld, in any normal family of cos. And I wld very much love to think I have a normal family. U knw, mayb it's me, mayb I'm the one being a bitch. I've tried not to, trust me. But it didn't wrk. She just never fails to push me beyond my limit. I don't knw,  gotta go figure this out myself. It's my shit, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've spent the past few days watching re-runs of The OC. I'm just a sucker for that show, and for Adam Brody's oh so charming half smile. Oh, and Summer's just the cutest thing alive! She and Seth, awesome couple. Real life &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; reel life. Man, I wish someday, I'd meet my Sandy Cohen. Hilarious, adorable, sensitive, smart.. But I suppose I'll b off relationships for a bit. Actually for quite a lot. They just don't wrk for me. I've come to dislike them quite a bit actually. Umm hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about school? Yes! How &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; school. School's great! I guess. I mean, it's a whole new, not to mention a tad scary, environment. Classmates're pretty fantastic. Schedule's like, quite slack! So that's kinda cool huh. But homewrk already found their way hither. Yes! Homewrk. Had 3 assignments, but thank gosh I'm left with only one now. Which is of cos the biggest one. In scale I mean. 500 word report, on radio! How cool is that? =) Like, I mean, u've homewrk like on accounts, econs, computer applications, marketing and stuff, but I have homewrk on radio! Just listening and writing down opinions, all that jazz. Yea... Alright. I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so this is it. A very random and sudden update, but hey. Expect more of such hiatus and spasms. =) Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111711577660024280?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111711577660024280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111711577660024280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111711577660024280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111711577660024280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/05/alright-so-i-kinda-wont-b-shutting.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111420278446133037</id><published>2005-04-23T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T04:46:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies're in the box. From this here forth, all replies will b located in the commentary window. THANK YOU! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I just wanna thank all of those who've comment previously, for indicating all the care and concern. THANK YOU! I was just emo at that point of time, and thinking alot, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'll get the ball rolling. The 21st! Went tanning at the pool, smth I haven't had the chance to do due to time constrain, but I finally did it! Didn't get really red and hot though, the sun wasn't exactly at it's best. Anyway, the focus's on the dinner/snack and movie I had with Ning later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt awesome catching with an old friend, moreover, she was my sitting partner for 2 years. U cld imagine the amount of time and things we shared and did together. All that we've been thru as partners and accompanied with other friends, gosh, the list's unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught "The interpreter" which, may I add, was an awesome political type flick. Smart and intriguing. And the updates on personal lives were done at Cartel. Not to mention up to date [almost] news of all our ex-classmates. It's crazy when u look back and find that most of the more significant individuals've either left the country or the school, either which way, the reality of it was pretty inconceivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm gonna b meeting my dear sweet partner in Aussie for shopping and late nights [only the locals knw where the night spots're so I'm sticking with her!], I'm sure it's gonna b a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW! Ytd, which is actually still "today" to me cos I haven't slept yet, but u get the idea. Was suppose to go to school at an unearthly 9am to help the N level art girls out, but sleep won the battle! I'M SO SORRY MANDA SWEETIE! =/ To any avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alright, met up with my photographer for lunch and that sweet fella gave me a delightful surprise! He developed a few of the better photos for me! =) Anyway, aft lunch, I met Jon, who was once again, late. We basically just slacked around, went to Queenways to get some medical check up thing of his done and down to Holland v. for coffeebean. Had to come home for dinner with the family so that it wldn't seem as though I went missing for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner, and headed out again to meet up with Burg. Met up with the rest outside Why Not?, and I swear, that green Adidas shirt guy's the cutest!!! And he can really pole dance. =)) Oook, GAY, not guy. That's the thing with gay clubs, a whole handful of them're so drop dead attractive, but their only eye candies for the ladies! Sad. I knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aft quite a bit of dancing, we went down to Happy, which was practically deserted. So much for, "Olinda's there!". Not only that, the music wasn't that great, so everyone's adrenaline got a lil pumped out. But we left after a bit, had supper at Maxwell and then off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm here, not exactly sleepy, however, not really awake either. Oh well, I'll go down some pi pa gao, bad throat, and probably try to sleep soon. Anyway, I suppose I've blogged quite enuf for one entry. NIGHT!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111420278446133037?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111420278446133037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111420278446133037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111420278446133037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111420278446133037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/04/repliesre-in-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111367611728469408</id><published>2005-04-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T02:28:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Refer to the box, thanks! =) *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm down, I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're doing fine, whether you're living life,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you think of me too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I do,&lt;br /&gt;But you seem to be an illusionary comfort.&lt;br /&gt;A virtual belief that I still have you.&lt;br /&gt;I cry my heart to shreds, acknowledging what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you questioning&lt;br /&gt;Of the errs that were not your own, but mine.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid of me to try and forget,&lt;br /&gt;Everything given, everything said.&lt;br /&gt;All the affections and exertions, I end to regret.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of you render my fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;And only your voice could ease my ears.&lt;br /&gt;But all I was capable of was to close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And conceive I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U knw, there're just some times when you feel that noone around u can b trusted, not even ur family. Ok, well, I found out I cldn't trust mine, save my brother, quite a while ago, but u get the gist. And all the comfort that's left is this individual located only in ur memories and no where else, and there's simply nothing within ur capacity u can do to achieve that feeling of gratification in reality. Well, that's exactly how it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I dearly wish to dial anyone's number and divulge everything in his or her home ["home" is metaphorical], but who can I confide? Noone I can currently trust with the deepest sense of security. It's not my misdeed I'm selfish and crabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111367611728469408?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111367611728469408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111367611728469408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111367611728469408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111367611728469408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/04/refer-to-box-thanks-love-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111342291070780216</id><published>2005-04-14T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T04:08:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charis: Lol. Hey! I'm not the one with school u knw. Hahaha, anyway, how's school been? Alright I hope. Esp for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Yes, sis! I will. Anyway, I miss dancing with u, when're we going to party? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Haha, yes. But apparently, I wasn't the one who ended up being late after all. =P Lol. Yes, yes, ur comfy little plasters made up for it, saved my blistered foot. ANYWAY, yes, we'll meet up like next week or smth. Aye, u knw what..? We're slowly living up to that promise we made to meet at least once or twice everyweek? Notice so? Lol. Both ways, I love u too! And u better take care, n no more curry and mocha. Eww, even the sound of it irks. *pukes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I understand how it feels like, I knw where it's coming from. So I'm taking it magnanimously and blaming it on a bady day instead, and simply the wrong crowd. It made me miss Jac, Imms, Yihui and Weini so much, I wanted to have them with me there and then. We wld've torn up the stage! Lol. Ok, that's exaggerating, but u get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. U knw, sometimes, I honestly don't think I'm serious when it comes to relationships. I'm so unpredictable it makes u wanna cry. And I contradict myself so much, I hate it. My head wldn't listen to my heart, and my heart wld never b strong enuf, and my head wld screw things up, but my heart gets hurt, and my head ends up thinking why I'm left all alone, but my heart knws it's all my head's fault, and my head'll never accept and give in to that fact! Pfft! It's such a dilemma! So aggravating! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I'm guaranteed of is that I will never entirely walk away from the life I once lived. I thot I've pulled away, but I'm frankly not. Am I bound to it for as long as I live? Not that it's criminal, but it's putting me in such a predicament. *sigh. Next time, I'm following my heart, not my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've still got tonns to do for my matriculation, better b off to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111342291070780216?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111342291070780216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111342291070780216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111342291070780216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111342291070780216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/04/charis-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111328462203310933</id><published>2005-04-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:43:42.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alex: Then why didn't u come say "Hi"!? *frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: I will, sweetie. When I've more time k? Lol. I miss u too! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-: It'll b sweet if u left ur name behind. =)) But yes, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: YES, u better smile! =) Missed u much! *hugs. See u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Lol. Chim meh?! Yes, I miss u too!!! When're we going out!? U, me, Pipi!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Hahaha, u silly sweet little thing, u. Lol. Yes! Next week!! =) I miss u! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days've been rad. Friday and Saturday were fun and relaxing, though at this point of time, I fail to remember what I did on those days. Lol. On Sunday, I went for qing ming, had a helluva time with my cousins and I also went back to wrk later in the day, &lt;em&gt;(HA! So much for not wanting to wrk there anymore Val!)&lt;/em&gt; and it was pretty aiight! I mean, it wasn't as boring as it usually was, mayb because I've done it for so long. Well, the only 2 reasons I went back was becos my supervisor requested me to and, well, I'm gradually running outta cash. =/ Hahaha, yes! Having money in ur bank and Nets with u all the time really doesn't help curb the urge to wanna spend everytime u see smth u like, even though u might not need it. I've gotta try going out without my card someday. I bet I'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed down to NP ytd morning, to hand over some reply slip. I cld actually do it by mail, but after experiencing lagging snail mail, I was way to afraid to trust that Mr mailman'll bring that impt reply of mine safely and in time to the admissions office. And after I got there, I found out that I wasn't the only one who thought Mr mailman've been slacking on his job! Lol. Anywho, Dad actually fetched me down to school but he left me stranded there with no credits in my ez-link and just a vague knowledge that 74's destination's somewhere in Hougang. Ok, Hougang central, but I don't live anywhere near that place, which wld mean I'd have to transit, so here comes the hilarious part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on 74, just looking out, taking note of all the buses at the different bus stops. After a half hour ride or so, I noticed 113 and 62 at some bus stops and I eventually alighted. In case u didn't knw, 113 and 62 stops right outside my house. So, I alighted 74 and what luck! 113 was right behind. Upon boarding 113, the bus driver was giving me a very sick stare and I had no idea why. But 2 stops later, 113 turned into Hougang central interchange. Exactly the same as 74. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; I knew why I was given that awkward look. Haha. I actually had to cross the road in order for a successful transit! Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I was already at Hougang central, I decided to go to the mall and borrow some books. Didn't knw I read? Well, now u do! Hopefully, I don't just borrow them and put them aside, I tend to do that quite often, borrowing them just makes me feel better. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got home in one piece at ard 2 plus, went out again at about 6. Met Jia for dinner, God, I miss that girl like crazy!! Haven't hung out with her for sooo long! Anyway, had dinner, and she had to go home due to school the following day, so I went over to Party World to look for Burg and Jovi. Gosh, CUTE CUTE CUTE!!! Gays're CUTE. I mean, I made that conclusion long ago but a few just confirmed it for me ytd. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, in my 2 to 6 interval at home, I was so bored I decided to check out my friend girlfriend's blog. I didn't knw he got attached before he went to Perth, but I coincidentally found out while browsing thru this girl's friendster. Anyway, at first, I thot his girlfriend was a pretty sweet girl. Gorgeous, rather sound in her language, but after reading her entry ytd, I didn't knw what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was discriminating lesbians and bungs. Well, esp bungs and wasn't being nice about them hanging ard town, esp Cine. The entry was pretty provoking and quite disturbing. Particularly about the part where she uses the word "eyesore" and how she bolds certain letters. And some parts where she actually declares that she respects those who're naturally born with gender disorder, apparently contradicting herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I guess we can't please everyone. But displaying such crude comments wasn't exactly a really kind act and neither was it brave or smart. Anyway, that's her ground, she can spit whtever she wants on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!! I better b off for my bath, I just got up u see. Lol. If not I'll b late! And I swear she'll kill me. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111328462203310933?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111328462203310933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111328462203310933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111328462203310933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111328462203310933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/04/alex-then-why-didnt-u-come-say-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111282478946064231</id><published>2005-04-07T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T05:59:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: Yes! definitely! I miss u so much! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice dude: Oh, well, I trust u'd know better. Lol. Thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Lol. YES!! Yay, definitely! I will hun! Don't get too upset though, alright? Abt the phone! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake. Yes. At this God forsaken time of 0504. I wanna sleep! but I can't.. GRRRR! It's killing meeee! Don't ask me whether it's because smth's bothering me or anything like that, cos nth is! I'm plainly suffering from insomnia and it simply isn't gonna help me to wake up at 12 later!! Err.. ok, I knw 12 sounds absurd to many of u, but u see, my human clock has been adjusted to only rise from bed at 1430++. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb it's the lack of sleep, or pms, or excessive shopping.. I don't know. Feeling a bit of emo at the moment. Once again, for no valid reason. I guess I think too much when I'm left with the four walls. Think about everything, anything. I ponder about human relationships, the build up, the decay, the eventual reconciliation. That is, if that ever &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;happens in some cases. I wonder what the other person thinks, whether their heart has softened or do they still hold that grudge like so. And it leads u to question, isn't it tiring if anger still boils..? I guess one can never decipher the makings of another's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On nights, when I suffer from insomnia just like this night, I wonder whether I'm with the one I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with. And sometimes, I don't even knw whether I'm swept off my feet. Cos I'm feeling so much stillness, nth else can b felt. But i suppose what comes, comes. What goes, goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel sometimes, that shopping never really makes u happy.. unless it comes with good bargaining skills. After earning my own keep, spending money like water burns a hole in my heart more than it burns a hole in my pocket. But discipline is deficient when the materialistic world offer nth but endless temptations to bankruptcy and momentary satisfaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've written enuf, feel strength leaving me. I'm in dire need of sleep, well, lets hope I'm tired enuf to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111282478946064231?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111282478946064231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111282478946064231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111282478946064231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111282478946064231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/04/cher-yes-definitely-i-miss-u-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111253789583569551</id><published>2005-04-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:18:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immsy: Lol. Yea, and I'm finally blogging again. Now, I mean. Hahaha. Yes! I miss u tonns too! I'm quite free now! Before I go to Aussie ya? We'll hang. =D LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Honey!! I'm leaving on the 28th! Lol. For Aussie, until the 8th. Will u b there then..? But whatever it is, we're gonna meet up before I leave!!! Ok ok ok?! Next week!! Hopefully.. =/ Love u!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Hey hun!!! Where's our dinner and movie date la!? Lol. I miss u so much please! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Heyy!!! I'm telling u, the weather just hates me, now that I'm oh so free and wanna go tanning, the clouds just wanna bear rain everyFREAKINGday la! We will meet up soon! At the poolside k? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Hey sweetie, I stopped wrking already! Lol. Planning to give myself sometime off before I go over to Aussie. Anyway, we so must meet soon! Like next week if it's possible aight? I miss u tonns! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi: Go to download.com, u'll b able to figure out from there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ataq: Lol. I'm so sorry! but my friend was feeling kinda awkward as well..? Lol. So had to bring her out la. Anyway, we're so gonna meet up again, shoeeeees! Lol. Miss ya, sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: AHHHH! Hun!! I saw u that day!! And I miss u so much la k? *hugs. Have to hang out soon ya? Hope u're doing well in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. Updating, sweetie! Was fun, ytd. =)) I love u too! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: Yes!! I will!!! I'll b going on the 28th! We can hang out! Hahaha, no parents!! Yay! =) *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: *nods. =)) Missed u too, hun. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's, once again, been quite a while since I've blogged. This time, I've been totally off the net. It's just been going out, the KL trip and the "chalet". Haha. Yea, I didn't go. Me and Jon just hung out the whole time. And though these few days've been pretty rough for the 2 of us, we're emerging thru the fog, still. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past week odd, I've been having the time of my life. No work, all play, makes Val a happy &lt;em&gt;relaxed&lt;/em&gt; girl. Lol. Just what I need after wrking intensively for so long. I swear, if I had to stay on just a day longer, I wld've died. I need a lil change of air, so gimme some suggestions!! Here're some of the possibilities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tutoring primary school English and Science [ Downer: Where the hell am I gonna find students.]&lt;br /&gt;- Crowd control on events and concerts [ Downer: I'm small. I admit.]&lt;br /&gt;- Sales [ Downer: I can only stay with the job for 3 weeks and I've to fly. Who wants to hire me?!]&lt;br /&gt;- Help out at Wild Wild Wet [ Downer: Ok, there's 2. #1, I don't knw whether they're hiring ppl. #2, the pay's kinda pathetic, the last I heard.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, here're the only few I've come up with. So tell me, HOW?! I need to get it as soon as I can cos the later I apply for the job, the lesser number of days I've to wrk, which'll also b equivalent to a lower possibility of being hired! But I knw as for option 1, the tutoring, it'll b a long term thing.. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd just like to digress alil to what I was scanning thru this afternoon in the papers. Ppl use blogs as a ground to relief themselves, and those highlighted in the papers today were either terminally ill or, well, terminally ill. And as I read their stories, or rather, just short passages adapted from their sites, I cld feel their agony thru the words they typed and the immense pain they were withstanding. It made me change my impression of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point in time I thought of blogs as a sick excuse for ppl to slam dirt on others, a place where enemies cld see thru ur plot and crush u from within, somewhere human beings use to brag about themselves and possibly lie about what it is their flaunting. Where the naive and immature take whatever they read off other ppl's muck as fact and judge in gargantuan proportions as though the day of reckoning is their's. A, supposedly journal, made into smth wretched and despicable. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; that article in the papers made me believe that there's still some good in blogging after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of all the ugly accusations and profanities, blogs can b plainly used as a virtual punching bag. Esp for those who ponder too much and  simply need to write their thoughts down somewhere. Like this woman suffering from a tumor, she wondered what she'd die of eventually, cos her body was breaking down in so many parts it was possible that the cause of her impending death would either b due to a blocked artery, choked lungs or whatever it wld b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was a load of crap, but I honestly feel that ppl shouldn't misuse blogs anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT! If I were me, which I am, I'd find this entry a very boring read, which I do! So yea, just focus on the job thingie above, yonder. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I shld go off and watch all my rented vcds. Till the next entry! I LOVE ALL U READERS! COS U'RE STILL READING THIS INCONSISTANT ENTRIES BLOG! =)) A THOUSAND KISSES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-111253789583569551?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111253789583569551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111253789583569551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111253789583569551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111253789583569551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/04/immsy-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-111082680402264393</id><published>2005-03-15T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T03:00:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies're in the comment box so that those who're not concern don't have to go thru the agony of scrowling down to read this oh-so-awaited entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP! BE SURPRISED! SCREAM! TELL SANTA! I'M UPDATINGGGG!! Lol. U see, I just haven't had the time for the past month, or rather, blogging hasn't been really appealing to me whenever I come online. For Christ's underpants, I only come online occasionally to check my different accounts, email and get songs uploaded into my mp3! Don't even log into MSN. =/ Oh well, so here's just a quick update, but most of u've probably stopped visiting thinking that this site's already closed down... Nvm! I'll still let anyone who's reading in on a lil something. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start off with the one month of disappearance I've performed and what I've really been doing. Lets see, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep.... Ok, now that's alil bit too dry. I've really just been hanging out with friends whenever I've the time to. Been to Party World quite a lot lately with a few old friends. Ok, not old, but I've known them for quite sometime already and it places quite a miracle that we can b all that comfortable with each other. I mean, everyone of us... Ok, I highly doubt any of u understand what I'm talking abt, it's more of an inside thing, u know. Lol.Anyway, besides meeting up with the singing and tanning few, been having movies and chill out or dinner dates with many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been boring, and I'm getting increasingly bored of my routine. Though I now hitch free rides to work, the job's stabbing it's knives of dullness into me. I want to retreat into some sun drenched shoreline lain with beautiful people so that I'll b able to have the motivation to alter my physical appearance to achieve what they have! Lol. But nth surgical, definitely. =)) I want my vacations NOW. Though it means not being able to talk to my friends or meet up with them, I'll miss u guys and I knw u'll miss me too [HAHAHA! Not shy! I knw! Lol.], I need a lil trip &lt;em&gt;overseas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't start anything corny like "Go Johor! Overseas what.", seriously.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad finally agreed to let me go down to Aussie alone to go look for Bro and I swear, if this eat whenever whatever, sleep whenever wherever u want trip doesn't do it for me, I don't knw what will! Lol. And to add some bonus, I'm going away to KL next week and then for a chalet when I come back. Cool huh. Shopping trip, just for clothes, to get myself ready and geared up for poly life's hassle in finding what to wear every freaking morning. And more time hanging out with colleagues and such during the chalet. =)) ANDDD when it's finally time for me to depart for Aussie, it'll b candy candy candy, surf clothes surf clothes surf clothes! EXHILERATING, ISN'T IT!? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Getting a lil exhuasted, long looong tiring day today. And I've still got work tmr!! Someone save me. Pfft. Time for beddie byee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you're di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;fferent fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;om all the r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;est. That's w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; i l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ove y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ad me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t "He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;llo".&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/7373672-111082680402264393?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/111082680402264393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=111082680402264393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111082680402264393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/111082680402264393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/03/repliesre-in-comment-box-so-that-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110823699191943951</id><published>2005-02-13T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:49:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pipi: Hey, yes. Sure. But u know, u're just wasting ur time, u smart little ass, u're definitely going to JC la! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imms: Yup, everything's back up. Thanks for the tip. =) And, yes, WE NEED TO TALK. U didn't reply my msg which, I wld assume, my judgement was right. Right? BUT, I &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; have no clue. We haven't even been seeing each other lately to have anything like that. And very naturally, I got alil ticked off. Albeit, that doesn't mean that I didn't miss u. *nod. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: I have a very huge hunch to who u are... Though, I cld b wrong. Anyway, yes. Happy Valentines to u too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexx: Ur eyes're too small, mate. I LOVE MY FONT SIZE, remember that! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, today, todayyy.. Or shld I say, YESTERDAY. Rushed to City Hall to meet Geor. Wanted to watch Finding Neverland at Marina, but much to our dismay, they were only left with the first row of seats by the time we got there. Which was at perfect timing wld I add, 10 mins till the movie was suppose to start! Lol. So we settled for Ray instead. Was feeling ambivalent about watching that cos it wld mean that Geor wld b late for wrk, but u know what, we were pissed off walking under the sun and I guess we both actually wanted to catch smth really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie's really draggy, and not as inspirational as it's suppose to b. At least to me. He was just a low down, despicable, talented, cheating, unfaithful, sweet man. Lol. I mean, u cld tell, the director definitely wanted to move the audience, but the only place he moved them was outta the cinema... =) OK! I just wanted to poke u in the funny bone, it wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. It wldn't force one to go to such an extent as to leave the theatre. THIS IS THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went to meet Zacc at j8. Had a small talk at Deli, and OH! We saw Sylvester. =) This bunch of girls went &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;. Frentic. Asked some lil kid to get his signature for them, and believe it or not, they even had pictures of him &lt;em&gt;at hand&lt;/em&gt;, all prepared, as though they were out intentionally hunting him down. =/ FREAKY! And juvenile. DIGRESSING BACK, we walked ard alil and I had to go off home, all the relatives were coming over for a reunion see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the dinner was nth special, everyone just said that I've changed a whole tonn, to the state where I'm almost unrecognisable. But they meant it in a more commendable light, though u know Aunts and Uncles, they don't exactly have the most substantial capability of expressing themselves in the most precise manner. Lol. They all vacated close to midnight, and were they helluva riotous when they were here. Anyway, the last who left who my least favourable cousin, but she's my &lt;em&gt;cousin&lt;/em&gt;, so I'm practically &lt;em&gt;banned&lt;/em&gt; from discriminating her. So I'll just leave it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE! Now time for a good night's sleep and off for &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; tmr... *groan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110823699191943951?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110823699191943951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110823699191943951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110823699191943951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110823699191943951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/02/pipi-hey-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110806177172034653</id><published>2005-02-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:56:11.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-: =)) Thanks, but do leave ur name behind, I'd love to know who're.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Yes, hun. =) U too. *hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HE": Thanks, but u know, it's entertaining for me to retort such replies, it's not bothering me, that I assure u. That person can think it does and fool him/herself, doesn't make much of a difference to me since I don't know who in the world he/she is. And I'm fine. Lol. Thanks again. I'll see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi: Shit crap la, my Aunt also said I looked thinner than the last time she saw me, which was last year. AM I REALLY LOSING WEIGHTTT!!? Lol. Ok, I'll try to eat a fraction more. Yes yes, we will k? =)) Before the results come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryann: HEY!! I missed u please! =) Meet up soon ya? Ain't too good at the moment, but it'll pass. U take care too! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Yes! Before results come out, next week k? =) Some time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber: Hun!!! Of cos I didn't forget abt u! Ok, I don't care, u OWE me an outing. =) Ok?? I miss u too! Will b going back to school soon, I'll see u then! And the outing u NOW owe me. Lol. *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Sweets!! I miss u too!! =(( I'll see how k? I'll msg u and Xue on Friday. Mayb this weekend k? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: *frowns. I hate it too! But!!! U'll receive a msg from me this Friday, which's tmr, and mayb we can get to meet up this weekend!! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog's awfully dry, dirty and mundane huh? U come back once every few days and it remains unaltered. Anyway, I've been thinking about closing it down, since it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; as good as non-existant. But in the course of that, I'll just have a short update. =)) Cheeky me. Lol. &lt;strong&gt;By the way&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't see my 2 wonderous pictures and I'm bothered. Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 2 days into CNY, and despite it being the whole jovial festival, I'm no where parallel to the mood. Spent the first day thinking so much I thought my head wld explode. And the second, contemplating and questioning just as much I almost thought aloud. But I've finally rested on a decision, which's the give a whole situation one last kick and see how it goes. Now, all that's left's to change my perception and try to look at things from a different light so that I'll rid of the stillness in my voice and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for something alil more perky. MY ANG BAO COLLECTION HAS BEEN.. NOT TOO BAD! Lol. "Good" isn't the right word cos u know, it can always get better. At least I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; it will. =) So, God of Fortune, I'm counting on u, my man! Let me celebrate from a windfall and I'll believe u exist. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, events. CNY eve's eve's eve, [ HAHAHA!] went out with a bunch of my colleagues after work, to Chinatown. 1 chef, F&amp;B asst. manager, supervisor, captain and the rest were waitresses and waiters. We were suppose to head to the bustling crowds and look ard, but we ended up at a coffee shop in the corner, eating and drinking. And smoking. 2 of which I didn't participate in, thank u. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their 8 bottles of stout and beer at 2 plus 3 am, F&amp;B asst. manager wanted to walk ard, but, GOLLY [!], just our luck know, really, ALL THE SHOPS WERE CLOSED! Lol. Trying to b funny, he!! He's a typical joker la, tickled everyone's funny bone everytime he spoke. =)) That's what makes him so much fun to b with! ....Ok, that's a helluva lot of "fun". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on CNY eve's eve, I went down to Chinatown &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. This time only with my captain and Jonathan, another waiter. And for the first time, I was a passenger on a motorbike! It was uber fun! Lol. Anyway, we headed down after wrk, if u cld even &lt;em&gt;call&lt;/em&gt; it wrk. Thing was, the Cafe was &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; since 8.30. After the last couple left, noone stepped in at all! Guess the whole world was way too busy with their preparations, though, it wasn't the case at the Jap restaurant upstairs. U don't say, I had to go up and help. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt; captain told me all I had to do was pour tea and clear the tables, but I ended up doing pick ups, taking miscellaneous orders, settle bills, run from restaurant to bar and back, pour tea &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; clear tables. For one, I knew shitnit about the names of the food, so when this women asked me what I was about to serve her, I was stumped. The food looked &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; greek to me, didn't know what the hell I was holding! Had to go, "Errr.. Sorry, wait a minute.". I mean, I cldn't say "I Don't know", we weren't accustomed to say that. U HAVE NO IDEA HOW BLOODY EMBARRASSED I WAS! Lol. Stop laughing at me! I know u are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, going back, the tables were also &lt;em&gt;exceptionally&lt;/em&gt; difficult to clear!! Had a helluva time doing it! They were short, huge and very close to the ceiling. I made a vow from then on, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; to agree to any future charity help outs at the Jap restaurant! Sounds alil malicious but nth as &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to malicious as what they made me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, CNY eve, my family, plus my Godpa, went down to Singapore Hongbao River. Been a long time since we went out as a family and boy it felt good. At least I was assured that I still had a sibling, one I'm about to loose geographically... Ok, enuf, before I slip into nostalgia and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, we were all standing by the river, as spectators of an extremely beautiful display ok fireworks. I'm telling u, it was to &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; for!! If u weren't there, u missed out on a helluva lot! It was undeniably exquisite!! Anyway, after the stupendously long showcase, we took our time back to the car, making a few pit stops for shark's fin and cheese dogs, and drove to yet another conjested muck. [It took quite an effort to find parking lot when we wanted to get to the River k. Pfft.] Waterloo street!! HA! All the Buddist devouts. So Dad and Godpa went to shake a few joss sticks while Mum, Bro and I waited in the car. Afterwhich, got home, watched Naruto, fixed Ares, watched a bit of tv then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't wanna talk about my visits and all, they were nth glamourous, so I'll just leave it out. Just that today, met up with burg for a bit, went to the carnival at the River again and went off at like 12 odd 1. We wanted to catch a movie, but &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt; was fully booked!! U've no idea how disappointed I was! I wanted to catch Constantine &lt;strong&gt;sooo&lt;/strong&gt; badly!! *sniffs. Alright alright, anyway, it's time for alil sleep, I'VE WRK TMR. Or mayb, I shld just skip work and go tanning since I was invited to... =)) HOW LA!? I'm so weak! So easily seduced by temptation!! I hate myself.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110806177172034653?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110806177172034653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110806177172034653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110806177172034653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110806177172034653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/02/thanks-but-do-leave-ur-name-behind-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110693228072321308</id><published>2005-01-29T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:18:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pipi: Ya!! Catch up soon. =) Anyway, how's school? Fun? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. I L O V E Y O U T O O!! =)) And thanks for the tasteful variety of coffee stirrers full ice cream. Hahaha. Sadly, we won't have that soon. =( But nvm!! Well paid job, here we comeee! =) *love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Haha, don't worry la. High metabolism, u won't put on much, I believe. Lol. Yes! We will. Don't fret la, u still've tonns of time. Haha. I miss u too, sweets! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Yes, I can see. Hahaha. U were so cute the other day la. Lol. Will meet up for clubbing and all soon ya? Much love!!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: No, hun! U don't la. Our timings just clash.. Ok? We will meet up soon. Promise. I'll try my best to get weekends off. Aiight? Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anony: In the comment box. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Don't worry sweets, not exactly bothered, just interesting and entertaining. Lol. At least it's not as shallow as those who just come on and curse or accuse than disappear. Lol. Anyway, YES! Outting, soon. I'll get my day off on weekends. Try. =) I miss u please! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got up at an amazing time of 5.30am. Me! Val Tan! 5.30am! Ya. Went for the shoot, and was only done at 12 plus close to 1. -_-' I was positively dying. Cldn't smile right and took rather long to get to the correct position for the cam when it was closer to the end of the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, TANNING! Yay. =) But then again, no yay, the sun was shit crap. Only got to bake a lil. And that was about it. So Burg and I decided to head to town. Was suppose to watch Alfie, but the staff disapproved of our entry at the last minute! We were so pissed off! And that stupid theatre manager just wanna b the most contradicting la! Burg was so ticked off, she went to complain to one of the managers at the ticket booth. Lol. I mean, alright, so I'm not 18, fine, but Burg's 21! Imagine how insulted she must've felt. Anyway, we decided to forget about the show and headed down to Ice3 to meet up with Jy, Mich and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked, chatted, had Lemon Zest. =)) Noone cld tolerate the sourness of the sorbet, save I! Lol. But I kinda had to cringe alil at the last part. Noone cld tell though. Heh. Just kept scooping everything up, like I wanted it all so badly. Thing is I really did, but I wanted them all in at once to save myself from a stretched agony. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Back to work tmr! And Sunday's shift's a painful 11 hours. 3pm to 2am. Oh, thank u banquet at the bar! But seriously, thank God it's only the bar, light finger food and drinks, just imagine if it was the cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm sure I'll die working with that Malaysian Indian. He's utterly atrocious!! He's practically my junior when it comes to the job and he stands around doing nth when it's busy outside, keeps going into the kitchen and snitch on food and stays in there doing God knows what. Tries to b the aboyer when we don't even need one cos it's a weekday. He was probably in the kitchen slacking 3 quat of the time anyway. LECTURED ME FOR NO GOOD REASON, one part was even his fault! BOSSES ME AROUND! That part I cldn't stand, so off went my top when he told me how to do my job for the second time. Chefs and colleague, there was only one other, were trying to simmer me down. Hello, even dishwasher auntie was complaining that he was slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we all come across ppl like that while wrking, time to test my patience. Albeit, the chefs, supervisor, asst. FnB manager and all other colleagues've been awesome! =)) It's the travelling distance that's causing me to contemplate.. Oh well, contemplate later, sleep now! Night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ke me fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l whole ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ain.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110693228072321308?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110693228072321308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110693228072321308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110693228072321308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110693228072321308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/01/pipi-ya-catch-up-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110621853689819046</id><published>2005-01-20T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:18:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: Thanks, love. I'll try, everything's just happening too quickly, too different too hastily. really don't know what to do with myself and the situation. Oh well, but as u said, let time wrk things out. No use brooding over it. =)) Thanks!!! *kisses. BTW, I miss u much. Meet up soon! *hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imms: We still hung out didn't we..? Lol. =)) And the ala carte meal was fun. Anywhos, I MISS AND LOVE U TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tissue: =)) Yes, we'll hang out soon. Had so much fun the last time, esp when paying for sakae, embarrassing, but fun. Lol. And Thank u so much! I love u like crap!!! =D *kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl: Lol. Thanks! I'll try to do just that. And thanks for dropping by and leaving a msg. Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: *hugs back. I'll confirm with u again tmr k? =)) Don't know about wrk yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: I miss u too, hun! *kisses. Yes, u owe me an outting remember. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things aren't so crazy for me now. Alil settled, but that part's still inked there. Though so, I've decided to keep myself as far away from lane sadness as possible. Gotta live by my motto right? Always look on the bright side of life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't have wrk both ytd and today. Ytd was dedicated to NP's open house and shopping at Far East. And I've to say this, I LOVE THE BAZAR AT NP! =)) Got accessorises, shirts.. And got a personalized cap at Far East, and a black belt that I've been wanting for quite sometime already. All courtesy of Mr Dad. =) CNY la, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the great shopping spree, went over to zacc's place. Read mags while he was playing his CS, watched him play for a bit, then off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, intended to head down to TP first then to NYP, but we realised that there wasn't any open house at TP? Haha. DANG! So we decided that NYP wld b our sole stop for the day. OH, and did I mention that Jols Koh woke me up at 7bloody30?! Hmmm?! Just to tell me that we were meeting at 10, not 12, cos I got it wrong in the msg I sent her the night before. Pfft. It took me close to an hour to fall back aslp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing back. Met Jols at Yio Chu Kang [did I get that right?] MRT and Burg came as well. Went for the open house, didn't get the goodie bag cos we didn't bring the passport crap they sent to us by mail, and I got pretty sore cos I &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; the bag. Lol. Liked the design on it la. Off into the atrium, nth seemed really appealing, except alil bit in the Chem Engineering department. But as much as I like Chem, thinking about wrking on it for the rest of my life sounds abit, erm... MUNDANE?! Yes. And oh, some stupid fella sneaked a shot of me with his digi cam when I was filling my name out for the Chem course! Ass. Worst part's Burg knew it before hand but didn't cover me until &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; he took the shot. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after lunch at the foodcourt, we left NYP and made an impromptu decision to scurry down to Bishan and watch a quick movie cos Burg had to go to wrk. And we watched Elektra, which was cool! =) But the romance part was just a bit, how to describe..? Unaffectionate and hasty. Yes. But worth $7.50 I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTTT, wrk tmr, from 12pm to 10pm. Someone just kill me. It's a public holiday, which means that the place'll b packed and I'll b slaving my ass off for a good 10 hours! With an extremely pathetic break of 30 mins somewhere in the middle. My lil leggies're gonna suffer! Can I not work...? *sigh. NO! Commitments Val, COMMITMENTS. Ok, so there. I'll probably b too shagged out to post another entry for quite sometime, but then again, who knows... Lol. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I watched the walls around me crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but its not like that will build them up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so here's your last chance for redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So take it while it lasts because it will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't breathe without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream about you honestly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that its over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wont be right if were not in it together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to be the last to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't be the one to chase you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the same time your the heart that I call home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the more I try to feel the less I'm whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't breathe without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream about you honestly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that its over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wont be right if were not in it together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'll be the first to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over, over, over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't breathe without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream about you honestly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that its over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wont be right if were not in it together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over - Lindsay Lohan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I try to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But as my heart grows founder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's gets harder to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And sometimes I question alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why burrow in self pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Or are my expections too high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- * val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110621853689819046?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110621853689819046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110621853689819046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110621853689819046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110621853689819046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/01/cher-thanks-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110597760789257413</id><published>2005-01-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:00:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies're in the previous comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've questions to ask, but I can't put them in words. Some, I can't even put my finger on it. Is it common to feel this much doubt, mixed with that much anxiety? &lt;strong&gt;Now?&lt;/strong&gt; Because it's causing me to spin in circles, my mind to crack, my heart burdened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's real, am I still suppose to contemplate? I know true feelings rise thru bumps and spins, rain and shine, and endure the cruel torment of words both said and unspoken, but is it suppose to begin so soon? It's making me feeling disoriented, muddled. And what's not helping, are words mismatched with actions, unfeeling yet genuine, or so I think as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling for half, for feelings, I thought wld b best. Yet my heart proves me wrong, leading me astray. Perhaps I'm thinking too much, paranoid. Perhaps the situation's such. Perhaps.. Perhaps.. An almost never ending chain of guesses, a lack of assurance of which is right. All flustered with questions. But what are they, I know not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb this's what I'm getting for blocking ppl out, ppl who offered to care, ppl who offered a shoulder forever there. But can I not go thru this maze? It's getting me dizzy. I just need to cry into my pillow till I dry out. I need to scream though there's noone there to hear me. I need solitude. To b stranded. Unclaimed. If it's what I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of errs, I want never to commit them again. Enough of pain, I feel them not. Enough of insecurity, I've myself to fall back on. Enough of being buried neck-deep in questions and doubts, I'm the captain of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, blog. It's a load off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110597760789257413?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110597760789257413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110597760789257413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110597760789257413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110597760789257413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/01/repliesre-in-previous-comment-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110563712184247842</id><published>2005-01-14T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:25:21.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jac: Lol. U'll know soon alright? I promise. =)) I'll get details about my schedule on Sunday, we'll see how ya? Anyway, the seminar on the 28th's set what right? Lol. I can meet u then too! =)) I miss u so much! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Yes! Tonns. =)) And sorry I didn't pick up, hun! I can't believe I didn't even feel my phone vibrating. Lol. See u! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Europa at Upp Thomson there. Yes! I wanna meet u too! But u and Xue can only go out on Saturdays cos Xue also has school..? I'll have to see my schedule how k? I miss u so!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udon'thavetoknow: Actually, on the contrary, yes, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have to know who. Despite of who u might b, I'd love it if u left ur name down. =)) But thank u anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He": Hmm, thanks. =)) But just being curious, as I am, why did u use "He" as ur name..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm blogging at special request of some bloke who's forcing me to blog! Lol. Ok, no la no la. Not bloke, not bloke. =)) &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got up, brushed teeth, when to bathe, ate brunch... Hahaha, fine, I'll cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; at my place, went to PS, got tics for My Brother, which may I add, is a super nice movie!!! All about the ties that bind. Family and all. Sweet. But we had tonns of free time before that so we walked around. Heeren, paragon, where I wanted to give Jovi a surprise by dropping to say hi but she wasn't there. Pfft. So much for being nice. Lol. Far east, where I gave Zhiren a visit. =)) I owe her la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Ps for the movie, and being the soft hearted, easily triggered tear gland me, I teared. Was bloody embarrassed please. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Bugis after that, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; got a bag, smth &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; has been wanting for quite sometime and we walked over to suntec. And for the first time, I watched the full lazer show at the fountain. Not exactly breath-taking, but nice la. Smth different for a change. After that, strolled over to Esplanade, roof terrace. Ok, I know this's where couples get their stuff going on and shit, but NTH OF SUCH SORT happened. Just lay at the ledge of the new garden and talked. Heart to heart, which was good. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading home, I went into the guy's washroom at the roof terrace, thot noone wld come in, but someone did! Lol. He just didn't say anything but I scurried out in a jiff. I bet u, that fella must've thot dirrty! Tsk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train ride home, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; kept blowing at me. Esp at my face, and tickling me at the leg, u know when ppl put their elbow and nudge ur thigh, that kinda painful tickle? YA! &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; did smth like that, just that he used his hand. Pfft. So &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; sent me home, and ya, like so. Happy? YES. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Time for me to get outta hereee! TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110563712184247842?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110563712184247842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110563712184247842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110563712184247842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110563712184247842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/01/jac-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110550356949689615</id><published>2005-01-12T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:19:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jac: Yes, we'll meet up on one of my off days k? =)) Tonns of stuff to tell u! I miss u too! *hugs. I'll msg u to tell u abt the days k? *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think it's high time I posted a proper entry. Haven't had time. Or rather, during my 2 week break, I've been way too busy with social life and Mr Tan just wants to hog onto the internet like it's gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the job at Raffles's done, now I'm at Europa. Just started working 2 days ago, the first day totally sucked, but the second went pretty well. Beginning to like the place, cos of the crowd. =)) Head count never really reaches sky high, u see. Easy for me. Heh. But bad thing is, smart me said that 6 days a week was great, but now, I kinda want only 5 days... Don't get me wrong, I'd love to wrk 6 days and earn more, but I need alil more time off.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, digressing, like I said, tonns of stuff happened since the day I stopped blogging till now. Anger, violation, irritation, &lt;em&gt;happiness&lt;/em&gt;... I'm finally getting her off my mind, my heart's finally letting her go. After a year odd, it's a burden off my shoulders. On new year's when she didn't drop me a msg, I was sitting in K pool wondering why. It's was injustice that she dropped me one on Christmas and I didn't, but I tried. It affected me, hard to hide. But it's finally gonna b over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the right track now, and some things I never thought would happen to me, has. Both the good and bad. But life is finally going well for me as an all rounder, I ought to b thankful He came along. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enuf said. Work's in 3 sickening hours. I'm going there to slack and carry plates heavier than me. Lol. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I never thought I would feel that way again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but you made it possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110550356949689615?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110550356949689615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110550356949689615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110550356949689615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110550356949689615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/01/jac-yes-well-meet-up-on-one-of-my-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110520508564245375</id><published>2005-01-09T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:24:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charis: And in what way possible is that a bad thing..? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: Hey! Lol. Yes yes, u and ur new lappy. Stop making me jealous. I wan a lappy too!! Anywhos, I hope u feel well and once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I miss u! We must have a proper date soon ya? =)) *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weini: Sweetums! Sorry! I'll link u up soon aiight? And yea, christmas eve was fun. We'll go club again once u've ur hols ya? Till then, I'll miss u!! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Pfft!!! U didn't call me again! Lol. I've been having my break and waiting for ur unintended call la! Haha, no la. Anyway, i'll b starting to work soon again. So i'll msg u to tell u when're my off days and u'll tell me ur's aiight? Then we can finally PLAN. Lol. And I had a splendid New Year's, hope u did too! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Lol. Yes yes, Saturday!! Saturday. =)) How about the 16th? Sounds great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Hope u had a great one too, hun! Ya!! Sat was pooped, anywhos, does 16th sound good to u? =)) Sounds rather good to me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Hey, sure. But gimme some time aiight? Can't do it so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, from the last time I blogged, till now. Tonns of stuff've happened. Both good, and great. Remember I talked about finding LOVE? Lol. It may be alil too soon, but it's budding. =)) Take care all!! Till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110520508564245375?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110520508564245375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110520508564245375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110520508564245375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110520508564245375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2005/01/charis-and-in-what-way-possible-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110433256596392921</id><published>2004-12-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:02:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amy: U DIDN'T MSG ME! *hmmph. Lol. But nvm, I forgive. So when're we gonna go out again?! Hmmm...? Not even again, when're we going out!? Lol. I'm gonna start work again soon, HURRY!!! Lol. Cos I miss u!! =)) *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: I was there! But there was smth wrong with my cell? Cldn't call. =(( And Yes! I miss u oh so much as well?! And school's gonna start for Xue. HOW?! I don't care, Saturday!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Haha, been going out for the past few days la. Fun. =)) And for the last time, U'RE WEARING THAT OLIVE GREEN TANK!!! *hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: Lol. Soryy, wrk ended way too late la. Hahaha. RIGHT. Belated Merry Christmas ah!! Lol. And thanks a bunch for the pressies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: School's gonna reopen already! HOW?! Saturday ya? Like I told Cher. =)) I MISS U TOO! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: MISS U TOO, HUN!! =)) Haha, now we know where that bitch works!!! Heh. Burn the place!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: AH!! U got ur lappy already!? Lol. Why didnt u just wait till u get into poly..? Tsk. Lol. Yup, meet up soon!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: WHERE HAVE U BEEN?! Lol. Prettier..? =/ U shld look at me now!!! I look like a piece of over used, stepped on, polka dotted CRAP. Haha. Anywho, I missed u too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber: Linked u up already. =)) Miss ya! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so I haven't been blogging. It's just been mundane and some what not in trend any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my weeks' break at the moment, and it's been just out out out, every day day day. And it feels very comforting to be able to invest on certain things yet still feel financially very secure. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was fun. Clubbed at ThaWu. Movie after that, which was a terrible mistake. We were all feeling very uneasy and our stomachs were curling! =/ I swear, no more drowning myself in so many different concoctions in one single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alil shopping on the 26th, actually planned to get some of the shirts I eyed on from TopShop during the sale, but most of the tops which were on discount were ghastly! Very disappointing, ended up only purchasing one skirt from Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th was Christmas outting with Charis and Pipi. That didn't go very well either, cos we set out planning to get alil smth for each other but it didn't happen. But oh well, we did have some fun catching up and all. Plus, I was freting over my shoes, which I suppose got them pretty irritated. Haha, but hey! It was funny huh. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the "new school" on the 28th. Collected Eagles and took a look around. Alil rundown, yes. Somewhat off key, uh huh. But for a holding school, I guess, passable. Headed over to the bank to deposit some cash, made an ATM and banked in the cheque. After which, movie and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, prata in the morning with Charis and Pipi. I think we ordered alil too much, but &lt;strong&gt;me and Pipi&lt;/strong&gt; managed to clear most of the tissue prata we were sharing up. Lol. Charis cldn't stomach anymore cos she was full, as were we! Haha. Ok, fine. Shall b kind to her huh. Anyway, I was happily abducting Charis's phone away and snapping pictures of myself, the most prominent figure I cld take pictures of. =)) Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that extremely satisfying brunch, we headed over to Charis's place so she cld change and scurried down to Bugis to meet Pipi's sis. Shopped alil and the sisters had to go for their movie. Oh, and did I mention that I utterly &lt;strong&gt;detest&lt;/strong&gt; the ticket lady. She was so I-dont-really-care. And we exchanged very cold stares. Or rather, her's was cold, mine was more be-more-hospitable-or-i'm-not-gonna-be-nice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis got herself an olive green round neck racer while I got myself an olive green v-neck racer. And a shell necklace. I like. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, might b heading out later, see how things go, but till the next time, TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110433256596392921?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110433256596392921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110433256596392921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110433256596392921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110433256596392921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/12/amy-u-didnt-msg-me-hmmph.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110364409559183617</id><published>2004-12-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:48:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liling: I wonder, can u start off by saying smth &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; for once...? Lol. N yes yes, I'll drop u a testi once I'm free aiight? Been too caught up these few days. And I'm sorry about ur party!! Some stuff happened at home. Will catch up some other time ya? Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryann: Aww, thanks. =) Yup, will see u around. U too! Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Lol. I'm not really enjoying it, I'm just trying to make seem as interesting as possible cos it's really not very. Haha. And don't worry, I'm sure work'll b just fine for u. =)) Yes!! And get back to me ASAP! The 23rd's approaching la! Lol. I miss u!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiting: Hey sweets, at Raffles hotel. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice: AH!!! Pleasant &lt;em&gt;pleasant&lt;/em&gt; surprise from ym dear Bernice. Lol. Missed u too, hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Lol. *phew. Yup, see u around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: =)) I miss u too la, burnt. =X Ok ok, sayanggg. Lol. *kisses. CAN'T WAIT CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imms: I LOVE U TOO! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test: Hahaha, cutee. Lol. It's aiight. U take care too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY! I'm gonna b freeeee. =) Soon, soon. Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rather disappointed for the past few days. Queued up for my pay twice, once for an hour and a half and the other, 2 hours, but I still failed to get it. Mum helped me queue the 2nd time, but it was still precious hours wasted. She got rather fed up so she said that she'll come down 2 hours before the payment cashier opens the next time. And that wld b tmr! =D Lets just pray Vally gets her salary. She &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJC's choir came down today. Was looking out for scores of students to b walking around the hotel, asking for directions [u see, Raffles hotel's just an absolute &lt;strong&gt;maze&lt;/strong&gt; for people who don't know their way around], but the final head count was only 25 people. Cos they had to split up due to different hotels wanting the VJ choir simultaneously. Pathetic, yes. But when they sang, OMG, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; pathetic! They were heard loud and clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My asst. manager was denouncing that the JC students were like a bunch of Secondary school students in Sarkie's where they were preposterously noisy. She was like, " I was like, SHUT UP!!". Hahaha, of cos that only went thru her head and not out her mouth. Poor thing had to take them till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imms came down with Daryl at the time the choir came on. Watched them n played with Niki. =)) My spoilt adopted 5 year old. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the lobby, watched abit of the chior, did a lil meet up, and off home. Got Burg some strepsils first though, poor girl's terribly sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, digress. I just learned, never judge people when their in office clothes! I just happened to stumble across a profile [ok, fine, I was looking to see if she had one] which cld belong to Natasha, one of my supervisors, and boy is she one helluva wild-kid!! See what one wears can change another's opinion so drastically?! Hmmm?!! Lol. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's another day, the 3rd before all of this's over for me. My thoughts and feelings? Ambivalence. Definitely. Aiight, I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110364409559183617?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110364409559183617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110364409559183617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110364409559183617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110364409559183617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/12/liling-i-wonder-can-u-start-off-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110295545034330329</id><published>2004-12-14T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:30:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: HUN! *sobs. Sat wasn't on. NVM. We shall make it this week. We better!! And I'll go see ur play! Lol. National Treasure awaits us. =)) Haha, and thanks about the compliment on the picture. I was just bored la. And I was taking too little pictures that night. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: U DON'T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO MSGES! *hmph. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: =)) *waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: I'll msg u aiight? Haha, Suntec!? GREAT!!! I work near by! Lol. Ok, I'll visit u sometiome either after my work or before. Preferrably aft. Haha. I miss u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerage: Application form, for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryann: =)) *waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was great. I wld say that the crowd for the shows this week were way better than the previous. And it was a whole lot of fun. How can we not enjoy when SY's around. Lol. She stuck her butt in Santa's face to let him spank her when he said that she was a naughty girl. Haha. But Santa was wayyy to embarrassed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, work was kinda nerve wrecking. I found out that the really big ang mo who came into my shop  a few days ago was the GM. The 3rd person to the head of the hotel. Ignorant little me just sat there and let him look around on his own cos I knew he was a hotel staff and they cld actually look around without a guide. BUT HE WAS THE GM! Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I was talking to the fella from the Cafe when he alla sudden said " Big boss around! Don't talk!". I was blank. Like, what big boss. "Jenny Chua!" he went. Ok, so the big head of the hotel was around and we were talking while wrking. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I kept stuttering while trying to explain the events of the shop when the first costumer came in today. Had no idea my tongue cld tie that well. Also to top things all off, the first redeemer came in today. Wanting to enter the lucky draw and redeem a plush toy, but she wasnt a UOB Infinite card member and neither did she bring her Elle mag. Plus, she seemed rather agitated thanks to the bad directions previously given to her by one of the tenants. I was in such a tight spot, had no idea how to reject her. But I pulled thru. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so these few days been rather full of blunders but it beats having nth to do. =D No wonder I found it exciting! Lol. Can't wait for work tmr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, can't believe I just said thatt... HA! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They go over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110295545034330329?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110295545034330329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110295545034330329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110295545034330329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110295545034330329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/12/cher-hun-sobs.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110259993325364119</id><published>2004-12-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:45:33.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: =)) I love u too, hun. Thank u so much! We're meeting up on Sat right? So it's on? I MISS U! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: Lol. And it is already! =)) *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: So we must meet up soon! Cos when u start wrking, I'll b stopping. Lol. But u don't wrk everyday right..? How about dinner next week? U, me, Jols, Stef? =)) I MISS U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: Yea! I LOVE U TOO, SWEETIE!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Haha, YAY! So we're all empolyed!! =)) And now, HOW'RE WE GONNA MEET UP THEN!? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel: Lol. No worries! It's cool. U were just blur! Haha. Ok, no no. Anywhos, will drop by after my wrk! If burg and/or u're wrk at that time that is. Lol. Much love! See u ard too! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiting: Hey, hun! Huh? I thought u had my add..? Ok, I'm a tad confused right now. Lol. I MISS U! And please take care! We better meet up soon since we all live in Hougang! Haha. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerage: Lol. Don't quite think so. I don't actually gift wrap, found that out when I started wrking. But there're positions open! Go fill the form! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blade Trinity was GOOOOD. To me. =)) I like cool action moves, what to do. Lol. Wanna watch National Treasure, anyone up for that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ytd was crap, I literally did nth. But if u consider day dreaming doing something, then ok, I got paid doing that. Rushed off to meet Burg after work for Blade Trinity, n yes, good show. Stood outside Black just to kill time and off home. It was fun though, new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I now have a phobia of the thin wooden reindeers, kids with glass doors and epic amounts of mailers. Why? Well, for starters, the thin wooden reindeer fell on me and gave me a nasty cut on the chin, causing me to b extremely conscious while I was on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this child, who wasn't old enuf to walk on his own, was left on the floor beside me while Santa was in the house. I had to overlook the place so I didn't bend down to play with him, which was a gravely wrong thing not to do. He tried to reach for me, I slanted to one side and let him hold on to my finger, but he let go and fell back, hitting the glass door behind him. After which, as u wld imagine, he burst out crying. But I wasn't charged, thank God. Everyone saw that it was accident. *phew. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailers? A nightmare! The inconsistancy of work being given to me's horrendous. One day, I can have absolutely nth to do, and the other, I'm being rushed to finish folding, sloting, pasting and sealing a few hundred mailers by 7. So if u, or any of ur family members, receive a Tuscan Romance at The Raffles Grill, please fame it up or at least attend the $200 per person course. It was painful doing all that mailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I believe it's enuf. Off I go! There's wrk tmr! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110259993325364119?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110259993325364119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110259993325364119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110259993325364119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110259993325364119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/12/cher-i-love-u-too-hun.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110234744045347595</id><published>2004-12-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:37:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Replies're in the previous comment box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been boring, dry, mundane, whathaveyou. Kids, Santa, elves, balloons, photographer, SY. =) Screaming, crying, shouting, fighting. They only happen on weekends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired. Physically, mentally. Emotionally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient sleep. [PHY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about tonns of stuff. [MEN]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep the emotional one to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying to piece shattered pieces together. I'm tired of instituting when I'm in a mess together with someone who's suppose to clap with me. I'm tired of bothering so much and I get nothing in return. I'm tired of attempting to be a friend yet treated like something different. I'm tired of listening to hollow promises. I'm tired of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my period isn't approaching. And neither am I vexed with work, infact, work's been great. I mean the thought of earning cash while barely doing anything's quite a consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all people related, just realised. Oh, whatever. It's not gonna last. I know. Let this b it, and after I leave my computer tonight and wake up to a new day, it's all gonna be fab. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Always lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok on th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e bright si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de of life. *wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;istles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110234744045347595?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110234744045347595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110234744045347595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110234744045347595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110234744045347595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/12/repliesre-in-previous-comment-box-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110199741980398161</id><published>2004-12-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:23:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: Hun! U're home! Lol. Can't wait too meet up, even if it's only for a few hours, with u and Xue. =)) Miss u!! Till we meet! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: LOVE U TOO SWEETIE!! *kisses. Miss u please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tric: Yay!! Outting soon please?? Lookin forward. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi: U looked good in that dress!! Our annual Christmas outting soon please! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: U don't look it la. So don't worry. =)) Anywhos, can't wait for our Christmas shopping!! When I have $$!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: In exchange for a big treat!? Haha, what if it turns out a disaster??! We'll see. Lol. Love ya, hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: =)) Ok!! Aye, my wrapping skills not very good la. Lol. I'll just take u and run away. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Ya! We need to meet up! Discuss!! Next week? =)) After 8? Lol. I MISS U TOOOO!!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an extremely busy week. Not in a bad way though. First it was prom, then all the meet ups, movies, tanning, chatting. =) It has been awesome. Shant go into details though, it's gonna cost me the whole night. Lol. But I'm glad everything was concluded in a very positive light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to foresee what holds for me in the future, where my friends will b and whether I'll still b as well acquainted to them as I am now, but it has just been fantastic that all the wrongs've been set right. Well, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; all. Those which I wanted cleared, has been, with just a simple smile, a humble wave and a "lets take a picture together". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everything gathers, what am I gonna do for the few months that's gonna b available to me. Will I eventually get into the course I want? Are my friends still gonna b my friends? Will erm... L*V* come my way? *shrug. Lets see shall we? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna b hectic, the next few weeks. Or so I assume. Which means, I won't really have the time to update much, but hey, carry on visiting aiight? There'll b a post once in a while. =) Take care all!! And &lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, in advance. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110199741980398161?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110199741980398161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110199741980398161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110199741980398161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110199741980398161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/12/cher-hun-ure-home-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110130848058298667</id><published>2004-11-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:04:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: U've got camp..?! Lol. Ok, then sometime after the 5th, there's bound to b a day we can meet up after 8! Lol. I miss u please! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. *waves hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imms: Haha, I definitely do, hun! I miss u so much! I need updates on the salon! Lol. Love u!! *kisses. And ooo, I thought I stumbled by the very same blog! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ.: Hey, thanks. I read ur comment before my MCQ and Bio papers and I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; study. Even if just a lil. I did it thanks to ur comment. =)) Much love, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: HEY! I am free aiight! After 8? Lol. Ok, will re-link! If I'm suppose to, am I? And CONGRATS!!! Lol. U know, I know, that's all we need to know. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Lol. Dinner, hun! =)) I miss u! Were u surprise to receive my call....? Lol. I like Taufik la! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi: Yes we will! Lol. Miss u too, love! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: I miss Sijia too! Lol. We're meeting up sooner than u think la! Lol. *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: We must go sometime in Jan or Feb aiight? Lol. I'm like so looking forward to it? All the fun we're gonna have!! Imagine that!! Yes, we'll plan ya? U, me, Jols, Stef. Yes? =)) Happy!! I miss u!! Yes!! it finally is! Lol. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, indefinitely, &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;. =) I know I was the happiest kid. Had this lump of excitement in my throat I had to scream out so badly after the paper, that I did this soundless scream to Jillian who was sitting right beside me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, changed. Met Imms and Jols later in the cab, watched "The Incredibles" and &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt; was it incredible! I most certainly won't mind getting the DVD. Good cartoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go down to Taka but we went into Red earth on the way and hell was it a bad idea, haha, got stuck there. Shim was giving us a free makeover, using all the samples of cos. But hey, shim was fantastic! She/he gave Imms a major bling bling eye makeup job. Lol. And we were in love with the moondust, but we knew it wldn't come in any use cos none of us wld put on such heavy glitter when we go out with friends. So there, we settled for an item each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid, met Kenneth. Went down to heeren to meet JY and Mich. Evetually headed to Taka for food, then MRTed down to the Esplanade. Realised that there was nth much except for the extremely good outdoor performance which wld b a bore for everyone save me if we stayed to watch, so we headed over to Fullerton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Bakerzin for us. After which Jy and Mich went back by train, me, Imms, Jols and Kenneth took a cab down to Meriden. Jols, Kenneth and Imms had to rush home so they took another cab from the place cos the one we were on previously was on duty. And I, well, went to Monstercue to join Brosy and Gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played, we chatted. I like his Gf. =)) Drove off to somewhere near Zouk for supper then came home. Was so tired I didn't hear my alarm this morning. But the day was good anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much free time now, I have no idea how it's gonna b come Jan/Feb. Lets hope that I'll b able to find another Job, better than this one then. Something more.... &lt;strong&gt;sane&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, fans of The OC, be prepared for a tearful, tissue drenching last episode of the sequel. And pray that the Americans are generous enough to b alil magnanimous and lets the 2nd season of The OC be broadcasted overseas ASAP. Oh oh, and say it with me. HAYLIE'S THE HOTTEST. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, fun looking into my life? Haha, I don't think so. Till again! Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110130848058298667?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110130848058298667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110130848058298667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110130848058298667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110130848058298667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/cher-uve-got-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110088720349834862</id><published>2004-11-20T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T02:00:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immsy: I MISS U TOOOOOO, HUNNY BUNNY! Lol. *kisses. Sorry abt my dad, stupid asshole la. Just don't wanna go outta the room unless I hung up. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: I'm still celebrating Christmas on Christmas la. Lol. Just that I work till Christmas eve. =)) Tsk, like said in ur blog la. Don't b self denial. Lol. Pains me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Hahaha, I'm in the Christmasie mood too! Lol. I thot 3d Santa came out last year already? nonetheless, we WILL meet up!! There's still our movie date and cruise remember?! Cruise!! Lol. I miss u, sweets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Aww, u'll put off dinner until 8 for me? Or do u always eat dinner that late..? Lol. Anywhos, I miss u too! Thanks! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. Awww.. Miss u miss u miss u, love u love u love u too, BF! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Yes! U &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; meet me! Lol. I start on the 3rd of Dec, shall the 3 of us meet up on the 2nd..? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: *frowns. Don't fret, hun. We &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; bond again. =)) I PROMISE! *hugs. 2nd? Good day? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: PTS! I MISS U! =) Err, very soon very soon! Hahaha, happy happyyy! Meet up soon! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm suffering from a very deadly case of insomnia. Therefore, I'm here, spending my time, since it seems that I haven't blogged for over an eon. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets trace back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had geog paper, it was aiight&lt;br /&gt;- planned to head to j8 for Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;- damned invigilators held us back late&lt;br /&gt;- cldn't catch Diaries, but went to j8 anyhow&lt;br /&gt;- walked around&lt;br /&gt;- realise then we had absolutely nth to do&lt;br /&gt;- decided to teleport ourselves to town&lt;br /&gt;- shopped&lt;br /&gt;- extremely good lunch at Far East&lt;br /&gt;- shopped again&lt;br /&gt;- it was &lt;strong&gt;heaps&lt;/strong&gt; of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- met up with besties for lunch at Gardens&lt;br /&gt;- went to North to look at pets&lt;br /&gt;- they went to look at salons&lt;br /&gt;- strolled over to Jols's place&lt;br /&gt;- played Twister in &lt;em&gt;skirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- showed off tonns of skin in the process&lt;br /&gt;- ate&lt;br /&gt;- watched tv&lt;br /&gt;- played PS&lt;br /&gt;- home&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore Idol, Olinda and Taufik. SUPERB.&lt;br /&gt;- studied Bio&lt;br /&gt;- well, tried to, cldn't get in&lt;br /&gt;- forget it, time for the Exorcist 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FINALLY, THE SUN.&lt;br /&gt;- scurried to the pool&lt;br /&gt;- met mum at bus stop&lt;br /&gt;- tanned&lt;br /&gt;- it started to rain&lt;br /&gt;- fella who was asleep by the pool didn't get up&lt;br /&gt;- everyone laughed.. Ok, fine, I laughed&lt;br /&gt;- came home&lt;br /&gt;- had a dose of tv&lt;br /&gt;- chatted with Immsy&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore Idol, WHY IS OLINDA OUT?!&lt;br /&gt;- felt like killing ah beng's fans&lt;br /&gt;- got over it&lt;br /&gt;- tired to study Bio&lt;br /&gt;- didn't work. HA.&lt;br /&gt;- tried to sleep&lt;br /&gt;- didn't work either. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;- so now, I'm here! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hmm.. I don't know. Mayb it's bcos it's only 1 hour and 19 mins into the day! Night. Whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the O's are over. I'm like not even getting jittery that I haven't done much studying. Where's inspiration? Where's that determination. &lt;strong&gt;Where's that discipline&lt;/strong&gt;. I obviously lack them. I had better get that ball rolling. It's in my court, so I better do what I can. By all means. Lets just hope that tmr's, or rather, today's motorshow won't serve as a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum just passed me my own set of keys today. So another responsibility means a more matured me, I suppose. So mum, does getting my very own set of keys mean u and Dad'll b more liberal? =)) Does that mean I get a wide pool of freedom? Lol. I certainly hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, my Explorer's kinda screwy. I have no idea what's up, and though Mr Fix-it's coming back on Monday, I don't trust to hope that he'll get the problem cleared for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan's coming backkk. *groan. Good, yes. &lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, just &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, he got me what I requested for. Bad, bcos this means I've gotta give up the well equipped room and tolerate his inner child nonsense for the next 2 months. WHO'S FEELING ME!!? Enuf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that's quite sufficient for an entry. It'll b a miracle if u read till the tail of this mundane post. Anywhos, HAPPY FESTIVE SEASON EVERYONE! Don't ask me why, I just feel Christmasie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110088720349834862?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110088720349834862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110088720349834862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110088720349834862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110088720349834862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/immsy-i-miss-u-toooooo-hunny-bunny-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110027858552251700</id><published>2004-11-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:56:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raven: Lol. Aiya, I kissed this kiddy ride figurine! It's not a guy!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji: Oh trust me, I'm counting down with u! =D No morries, just tell me which counter are u at then I'll go buy tics from u aiight? =)) I'll see u soon! Take care!! Have fun with the job! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: I'll tell u abot the job when I get to talk to u personally aiight? But it's at Raffles Hotel. Lol. Don't worry la, I won't leave u stranded here all by urself, at least not for now. Lol. Anywhos, I'm currently bot very interested in any of the courses Aussie Unis offer la. =)) *hugs. And I miss u!! I know u miss me too so stop ur "I don't miss u" crap! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: I told u already ah, and u better come visit me like u promised!! =)) *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Lol. What's-his-name is a figure on a Kiddy's ride!! Lol. I think it's Twiggles, or Wiggles or smth. Lol. Can't remember. I can't wait till u come back sweets!! Don't worry, we'll definitely, hopefully, meet up before ur school starts aiight? MISS U MUCH!! LOVE YA! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Now u're taking the Earl thing alil too far!! Lol. Sorry la! I just typed wrongly!! Hahaha. I love u too BF. =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Raffles hotel!! Come visit me aiight!!? =)) It's an everyday affair for me, so i'll only b able to meet up with u aft 8pm!! =// I miss u too hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Hey!! And u were suppose to go watch "Princess Diaries" with me!! =(( Nvm! Lol. I still love u. Lol. If u wanna work at Raffles, tell me k!!? =)) Then I can try to ask, see whether there'll b any positions open. =)) Can't wait to meet up love!! *hugs. Miss u so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my job gives me a promising future as Santa's right hand elf in Finland. =D I guess it kinda suits my mood. The whole jolly Christmas feeling I've been having. Though thoughts of working EVERYfreakingDAY kinda makes me curl in the stomach, having kids running around me, having Santa come visit when I'm busy, and enhancing my gift wrapping skill's a kinda incentive. =)) Besides, I'm sure the job's not that hard after all, I mean, it's a hotel, exactly just what're the chances of a whole crowd of people coming in everyday and buying Christmas presents from the place. They'll probably go to shopping malls la. Cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lets see. Life's been rather slack aft Geog paper 1. I know it shldn't b this way, but I guess I can't help but to loosen up slightly more than alil aft all them big intense papers. Gotta get my show on the roll. &lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt; (Ok, fine, kinda a lot more to go), &lt;strong&gt;Geog paper 2&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm gonna have to mug more for this if I want an A), &lt;strong&gt;Science MCQ&lt;/strong&gt; (lets hope it'll b a breeze), &lt;strong&gt;Bio&lt;/strong&gt; (I better fucking do well for this if I want an A for Science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss tanning. I miss being the movie junkie I always was. I miss the frequent meet ups. I miss shopping. I miss having fun with my besties. I miss being able to sit in a cafe, relax and have a cuppa. I miss going out with the table tennis 2004 badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gona make sure I do all of that once I'm set free from the clutches of the big O's. =)) But till then, it's time to set my foot hard on the ground and do what I gotta do. And all u O level peeps out there, do the same! Much luck and much love! Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sorry. That "Peace out" was bad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110027858552251700?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110027858552251700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110027858552251700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110027858552251700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110027858552251700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/raven-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-110009406007784577</id><published>2004-11-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:41:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jols: =D Yes yes!! *gets excited and talks fast. Lol. ILU! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: Ahahaha, YEA!! Getting HIGH! Lol. Get tipsyyy! =)) Luck for Art, sweetums!! *hugs Love ya tooooo! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: YA! They're not gonna keep u there! Lol. Yea, almost absolute freedom, but hey, as long as it's more than what I have now. =D I miss u oh so much! When u come back, we better date asap aiight? I'm gona start work soon! And it's an everyday affair! =)) Yea, wanna go there during December actually, thats when the sun's like uber good? Lol. Anywhos, I miss u!! Can't wait for u to come back!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN U EVEN THINK ABOUT QUITTING THE JOB JUST BECAUSE U DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO OPERATEEXCEL?! C'mon, &lt;strong&gt;LEARN &lt;/strong&gt;will u?! So what?! Everything's suppose to change to suit u?! Hey, &lt;strong&gt;u're&lt;/strong&gt; the one who wants the job, u &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; it, LEARN HOW TO FUCKING WORK EXCEL. It's not that hard! Don't make me hate u for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Geog paper, pretty aiight&lt;br /&gt;- Compass with besties&lt;br /&gt;- super fun, tonns of pics&lt;br /&gt;- I squeezed myself into the car&lt;br /&gt;- I kissed what's-his-name&lt;br /&gt;- got exhuasted&lt;br /&gt;- came home&lt;br /&gt;- met up with PTS for job hunt&lt;br /&gt;- got job&lt;br /&gt;- walked around&lt;br /&gt;- NYDC, saw Joven&lt;br /&gt;- home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-110009406007784577?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/110009406007784577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=110009406007784577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110009406007784577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/110009406007784577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/jols-d-yes-yes-gets-excited-and-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109998428999359812</id><published>2004-11-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:11:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: NOO!! How can ur parents just leave ut eher!!? Cannot!! I object! I want u home right this instant!! Lol. Ahaha, winter..? SNOW! Take a picture of the snow if it does aiight? Poor Val here has never seen snow before.. =(( And I miss u oh so much please! *hugs. Can't wait for u to come back. =)) *kisses. Till then, ILU darls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tric: YES PLEASE! DATE ME! Lol. Ok, that sounds... wrong. Lol. I miss u la, tissue. =)) *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem was d i f f i c u l t. Yes. Ms Chem freak found Chem difficult. WHAT A1 PLEASE. SOMEONE KILL ME. It was kinda like, easy difficult... Ok, that didn't really make sense. They just asked tonns of questions which were really trivial, the kinda information u have on ur textbook u'll just pass. Yes. *prays for an A2 or B3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. Been rather high strung these days. Thought of work, fun, tanning, movies, shopping... =)) Happy! I'll taste freedom in it's full meaning! Lol. The cruise that I'm rather enthusiastic about, cos bro'll b going. =D And going over to Aussie! Probably not the end of this year, just next. SURF. =)) Wait, it'll b winter then, shop then!! Lol. Go check the unis out. Interesting heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be? Them and us? On the brink of making peace? We'll see how things go soon. It's probably not with me anyway. *shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for training today. =) Haha, neh. Went to b a photographer. Made the team do me poses, for Art la. No choice. They just being funny la. Don't worry, ur faces won't really b seen! I'm saving u people from the self thought embarrassment. Lol. Not shameful at what, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very Christmasie mood! =D And for looove. Ok, shut up. I'm putting myself on the rack. But I choose my owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's Geog tmr, lets just pray that it'll b easy.. *treads water. Luck people! LUCK! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109998428999359812?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109998428999359812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109998428999359812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109998428999359812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109998428999359812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/cher-noo-how-can-ur-parents-just-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109975413285027439</id><published>2004-11-06T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:15:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Benji: Lol. U're darn right!! I can just &lt;em&gt;smell&lt;/em&gt; freedom a good 21 days away. Lol. Not very far! Thanks! Yea, I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; tanning. Adore the sun. =)) U too?! *hi^5. =D U take care! Yup, see u soon! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: Orh! So u wanna make me jealous la! NVM! I'm going to Aussie to surf! =P Lol. And get my very own surf board and what knot. HA. Lol. Can't wait!! I wanna see u everday aft my O's please! Almost everyday.. =D I'm blogging nowwwww. Hack la! Hack. Lol. I miss u so, pts! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Yes! Over! Soon! Happy! Me! Lol. Looking forward to seeing u too, darl! *love. Miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiqing: Hey! Thanks so much, hun! I'll link u up asap yea? U mug hard too! I'll scratch u again to wish u good luck on Monday aiight? Lol. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Darlinggg!! I'm counting down the day till u come back can!? So one wanna get stuck in Canada and the other in Rome/Italy la! I'm the only bloke with her ass fixed in Singapore taking the O's. Pfft. Unfair! *cries. Lol. U're shopping there already and u still wanna shop more in Singapore?! what!? Ur list must b like uber long la! Lol. Miss u tonns, love! Love u too! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Yes!! I feel rather relieved aft this first week. Subsequent papers not so stressful. =)) I can't wait to see u, sweets! And our Princess Diaries! And our cruise!? Tonns of planning to b done! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I'm a weakling. I just can't resist the temptation of coming online when the computer's just right behind me whenever I'm studying. Grr.. Self discipline Val Tan! Self discipline! Ok, just lemme do a quick update so that I can go study at peace. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Victor for the last time ytd. Feeling of ambivalence really. I'm happy to have tuition erased outta my vocab for the rest of my life, hopefully. But I won't get to see crazy, doesn't act his age, Victor again. =( Save for mayb a coffee before he flies to Aussie for his pilot training. *sigh. He was a swell teacher! Ok, enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to compass with Mum. Saw a few Cedarians on the train and a paroxysm of revolt came over me. I had no idea why. The past just kinda came back. Lol. That time when a few Cedarians intruded my blog carrying coarse remarks because they didn't like the way I commented on some of their players tactics in match playing. Esp one who was hard to forget. That -. Lol. She apparently said my slanders were ineffectual, which in turn really makes me laugh when I think about it now, like, then why the hell did she keep returning to rebut and rebut and rebut in the past right? Funny girl. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, back to compass. Tried 2 dresses on. One was too long, though I really liked it. The other was plain weird la. So I'm still on the search for a prom dress. Man, sickening. Anyhow, got a white glittered eyeshadow and a rose shimmer blush, both from that french brand. Sweet. But I think it's really enuf. I'll probably b off buying cosmetics for a good few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, had Hoegaarden with chocolate. High! I was dancing with my maid!! Lol. Then I checked out the cupboard. I never knew we had &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much booze around the house please! It honestly shocked me! Cocktail party anyone!? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightyyy, it's time for Chem and Maths, my 2 most loved subjects! No kidding! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109975413285027439?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109975413285027439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109975413285027439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109975413285027439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109975413285027439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/benji-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109945739543148281</id><published>2004-11-03T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:49:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huiqing: Heyy!! Pleasant surprise!! =)) We always sit near each other in the canteen. =D Yup, u study hard too yea? Anywhos, I can't seem to get ur link, mind leaving it down in the comment box itself and not in the URL collum? Thanks sweets, love ya! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky: Happy belated halloween to u too! =D Thanks!! *hugs. Take caree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: I'll bring u along next year when the warehouse sales come about again aiight? =)) Don't worry darl, just enjoy spending and shopping, which I'm sure u're, I get jealous reading all the buys u make can!!! SO many! Lol. Adn when u come back, u can meet up with everyone, including me!! Lol. Then &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; shall shop with me aiight? =D But till u come back, till I see u again, I'LL B MISSING U!!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Lol. Aye! So u wanna b like that la! Lol. Don't like that lehhhh.. *angelic smile. Lol. Yes yes, I won't b, my darling pingpongers, I'll definitely leave time for u all. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: Aiya, noone likes me la, so there's noone who wants to date me. Nvm la, we'll just date each other la k? =D Yes! Ok, so everyday's exaggerating, every other day!! =)) I'll b counting down with u!! Can't wait to meet up!! Miss u too pts!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyue: Yea! Mug hardddd. Lol. Luck to u too sweets! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was fucked. One advise to future O level students, just get the June paper over and done with, study hard for that and don't ever retake!! It was uber difficult know!! Paper 2 was, without a doubt, a &lt;strong&gt;killer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies the next day was kinda screwy too. Thanks to me and my smart ass idea. Thinking that I can sleep at 3am and wake up at 7am and still b alert enough to get the paper done well. I studied! I knew how to do! But what!? I fucking wrote outta point for structured essay question 2. SOMEONE CAN JUST COME AND STAB ME PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing English made up for it. It was rather easy but of cos, I wldn't hope too much, wldn't want things to end up like Chinese in June. *touches wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun today's the best I've seen since I have no idea when. The rain just seemed to pour never endingly for the past few days. And Mum &lt;strong&gt;refused&lt;/strong&gt; to let me go tanning! Says that it'll get me falling all sick and what knot. Pfft. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight! Lit and Maths, wish me luck! Lol. Ta! All the best to all who's taking the O's! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109945739543148281?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109945739543148281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109945739543148281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109945739543148281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109945739543148281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/11/huiqing-heyy-pleasant-surprise-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109915216671343712</id><published>2004-10-31T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T00:02:46.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: Oh where've u gone for oh-so-long?! Lol. Ok, fine. I knw u're in Canada, I'm gona miss u like fuckkk! =(( *love. When my papers're over, and when u're back, we're gona go party together aiight? ILU! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: I miss u too please! Lol. YA! She definitely does. Without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Ya! I miss u tonns too please! Can't wait for papers to b over, can meet up and stuff. =)) *hugs. U too, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Haha, now u know Bf, those ain't faces, they carry specific meaning. Lol. i LuB U tOo lEh, hOw hUh!? lOlxXxX.. =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: I miss u too sweets! =)) Yea, been &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to mug hard. Lol. Thanks! We'll meet up aft my papers aiight? Everything'll b done aft my papers, man! I'm gona b one busy woman. Lol. Love u too!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky: About PSP, thanks. I'll just play around with the tools and go on the net to search for help after my papers. =)) Take care now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins: I'm hanging! Lol. Hopefully the strong wind won't blow me down! Lol. Crap. Can't wait to meet up! Take care, love! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Yes!! Very!! A few more hours to my first paper!! *dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoymous: Hey, thanks. But it'll b swell if u left ur name. Both ways, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Haha, did I hear right?! U miss me and Pipi!? Lol. Charis! U never ever say stuff like that for real!! I MISS U TOO!! I can't wait for annual Christmas shopping scheme. Gotta contact Yuanling aye!! And I'm highly anticipating that dare-to-wear event!!!!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;BOO! H&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;APPY HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LLOWE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EN EVERYB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ODY!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so it's Halloween, I wish everyone a blessed scare! Lol. Lemme share with u some facts about halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonfire&lt;/strong&gt; - it comes from the word "bone" and "fire", and during Halloween, a bonfire is lit to scare away evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt; - it can be traced back to Samhain, the ancient Celtic harvest festival honoring the Lord of the Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack-O'-Lantern&lt;/strong&gt; - a hollowed-out pumpkin, originally a turnip, carved into a demonic face and lit with a candle inside. The original meaning of the word jack-o'-lantern was "night watchman" or "man with a lantern", thus, u see them outside houses to watch over the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm just caught up in the Halloween fever, it's a real pity Singapore never celebrates festivals as cool as this. Pfft. Anyway, counting from now, it's approximately 30 odd hours until my 1st paper. And best part about it is, I haven't exactly studied for that yet! Ha. I'm so dead. I know. But hey, IT'S CHINESE. That plague of a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Thursday, Mum brought me to this warehouse sale. &lt;em&gt;Cosmetics&lt;/em&gt; warehouse sale. =)) All the Loreal and Maybelline products. THERE WERE SO MUCH PRETTY STUFF I ALMOST WENT CRAZY! Plus it was uber cheap! All genuine products if u were just wondering. And they're still in tip top condition if u think that nothing good comes cheap. Anyway, the place was so packed, the air-con felt like it was letting out thermo warm air instead of cooling the place. Mum felt dizzy. Well, I did too! Dizzy with excitement that is!! =)) I was happily grabbing all the stuff I thought was nice, no need for snatching cos there were tonns of stock. But the front tables were so crowded, I just stuck my hand thru the horde of people and grabbed whatever was on the table, then take it out to look. Lol. I wasn't too happy with my buys though, COULD'VE GOTTEN MORE! Lol. Mum just had to rush me la. She was feeling kinda sick from the stuffiness, so I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people buying big garbage bags of hair dye and make up. Hair dyes went for 3 for 10. Dirt cheap, I knw. Plus, they were all branded. I bet u, they're going out into the market and sell those goods for so much more!! They'll earn like how much can?! I'm so going back next year! =)) Anyone wanna come? I'll bring u along!! =D Quick book! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, I suppose I shld go back to my books now. Once again, HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! *evil laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109915216671343712?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109915216671343712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109915216671343712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109915216671343712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109915216671343712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/cher-oh-whereve-u-gone-for-oh-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109862961050566534</id><published>2004-10-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:53:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jols: Lol. U're the funniest please. I love u too!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Man, gona miss them loads huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Ya, sad but then again, it just opens a whole new chpt. Lol. Ya! Must have good persuasion powers aye? =D Miss u, sweets! And can u please build up alil self esteem? Pfft. Love u! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: Of cos, love. We were pretty close once so I'd definate come say gdbye. =)) Yes, we will. Can't wait till then! =D Love u too! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: *sigh. Yea. Sweet sweet memories. But hey, look on the bright side, at least u can go back to school anytime and see the familiar place and the ambience. As for me, the school's gona get torn down!! *cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi: YES!! Yay!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anony: This's the second time u've appeared. Please don't do this, it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-: Please make urself less ambiguous. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins: Yup, we'll definitely meet up soon. =)) And u enjoy urself! Lol. Papers finally over aye! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the whole MUG HARD mood into my system. Haven't taken a break the whole day, except for lunch, dinner and the 2 10 - 15 mins chat on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to work Paint Shop Pro. The whole programme really lives up to it's name man. Pro's really pro. Takes one to fully utilise the damned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the I-wanna-play mood's gone down the ditches, whenever I'm having a little free time, I think abt really nostalgic stuff. Past friendships.*sigh. Wondering about the whole horde of situations can really get u down. Especially when Mum comes in and discusses with me about the future and what she envisions it to become. But she has terrible foresight. I'll let her pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll b cool to live alone. The b under a medical emergency and have ur family only a 4 hour flight away from u. Sure, it'll b sweet. Just try to arrive before I kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna b down right ecstatic to say Goodbye to someone who has become part of ur family after working for u for so many years. Oh yay, I'm finally rid of her and her scurrilous attitude. Ya, one less listening ear. And the most important one. It's smth to celebrate over. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. Knock that pile of concrete down. Demolish the memories. Bring the portraits to dust. Why not? After all, it's only a place where fond reminiscence are found. (Ok, I know this's inevitable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this's useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- . - -  . . -  - - . -  . .&lt;br /&gt;. . .  . . -  - . - .  - . -  . . .&lt;br /&gt;. - . .  . .  - . -  .&lt;br /&gt;. . - .  . . -  - . - .  - . -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's not any form of decoration what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109862961050566534?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109862961050566534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109862961050566534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109862961050566534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109862961050566534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/jols-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109843647926006444</id><published>2004-10-22T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T17:14:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: Lol. Serious? YAY!! Then I'll have a friend in the same course. =D Someone I knw at least. =)) U AH! When u switch courses, if ur dad permits, we'll study hard aiight?!! Extremely. =)) Hopefully.. Lol. *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: Haha, u've had a taste of it right?! HORRIBLE. It was absolutely intolerable la k. Lol. And still is. Yea, can't wait. Must push myself to work. MUST MUST MUST. Can't wait too meet up with u either! =)) PTS LOVES!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, so today was the last day of school. The very final time I'll get to see all the sec1 to 3s. Those I knw that is. Everyone was rather nostalgic but we were all happily saying our last good-byes, giving each other hugs. And I think I was the only dork who broke out in tears. Fuck, u knw, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only to a particular, use-to-b special friend. I don't knw, despite of all the disputes that has happened between us. Despite of how much thinking of the past made me wish she was damned to hell for eternity, the good times we shared, irreplaceable. Was contemplating really hard, whether I shld go up and just bid a final farewell. It was uber hard ok. We haven't spoken for like years? But like Jols and Imms said, "Just do it and leave this place with nth worth regretting. Just end everything. Fullspot." So that was what I did. The most embarassing part was I was choking with tears doing it! Ha. Loser please. Totally. But ah, who cares. All's done and well now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, n u knw what? I forgot to charge my cam the night b4 so I cldn't bring it to school and take any pictures with all them acquaintances. Pfft. Ahh, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went down to heartland aft sch, headed over to Imm's place later on. Got food from her Mum's stall at the void deck. Kueh and that prawn thing I like! =)) But it caused my throat to itch again. Grr, stupid prawns. But we fun please! With my 2 darlings, of cos. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Study study!! No more idling and slacking around. O's are approaching faster than a racing car! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Farewell, al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;l you juniors! I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ll miss seeing you pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eps around. =) LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109843647926006444?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109843647926006444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109843647926006444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109843647926006444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109843647926006444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/cher-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109832537573251145</id><published>2004-10-21T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:22:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wins: Lol. Yes yes, no JC no JC, poly poly. =D Anyway, I'm no JC quality either, it's like preparing my rope for hanging if I ever get into one. Lol. YA! Can't wait. =)) It's gonna b so fun please!! I miss u also la k!!! Lol. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Tsk, come online for awhile cannot huh? Lol. I studied too k! =)) YA! When u told VJC, I was like, WHAT?! Hahaha, reknown JC please! =D &lt;em&gt;Wants&lt;/em&gt; me? Ok, no no, us. Lol. Haha, feels damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Nope, didn't go for the open house. Sheryl was the one who told Charis and that's how I got to know. YA! I think u shld! =)) I'm sure u'll b able to make it. U're smart pls!! =)) The coach thinks highly of us? Hahaha, all he saw was probably only the top quality players who're excellent both in sports and studies. Lol. Anywhos, I MISS U PLS! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Lol. I can't make it into any JC for the first 3 mths la. Lol. With my uber lousy prelim results, doubt I can go anywhere for the first three mths, so my mind's set on working. =)) Yea, heard it's like damn fun too? But I guess I won't b able to experience any tinch of that enjoyment, oh well, poly it is! I'm coming over to join u Cher! =D Welcome me with open arms k?! Lol. Miss u toooo!! *kisses. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Haha, OK OK!! =)) Papercut's &lt;strong&gt;fun.&lt;/strong&gt; Once u get the hang of it, u really get addicted, but please don't do last minute work and rush like me. Lol. Miss u too, darling!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP. Fucking construction. Yea, so I didn't go to school today. What's the point? We don't do anything there, it's hard to pay attention during lessons, and everyone else in school's running around and screaming, what ambience. But then, with the sickening racket the construction work is making now, I doubt I can settle in and study either. Pfft. And to top things all off, I'm stil in the post minimal sleep thanks to Art syndrome. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was mum and dad's Sliver Anni. =)) Dad kept repeating the same question, "You sure u don't wanna come along?". For the last time dad, YES, I'M SURE. Lol. Cutest I tell u. So I spent my time with my SS book and alil bit of TV. Was expecting a call, but I was disappointed. Shld've knwn better aye. This's all it's worth to her, not even a tinch of courage, some use of the finger muscles and a few cents. *shrugs. At least today's one extra day. U, who's reading this, please knw what to do. I'm gonna b home the whole dayyy! =)) *draws circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, 11 more days to my 1st major paper. I don't understand myself, I can't put serious, intensive studying into my mix. It's like I'm sitting under a tree on an amazing spring day, watching everything around me except reading the book nestled in my lap. I can't bring myself to devour any information. All I do is read, not study. I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; the ambience, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; the mood, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; the determination of steel. Someone, pls give all of that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, I'm off to go eat smth. Haven't had breakfast. And lets hope that the noise ends by the time I finish my food. Then I can &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; get myself wrking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109832537573251145?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109832537573251145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109832537573251145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109832537573251145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109832537573251145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/wins-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109808929472738508</id><published>2004-10-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:48:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: It's luck! Lol. No la, I cheated. My tuition teacher helped me ard with one question. XD I hope I do as well as u la!!! =)) VAL MISSES CHER (x infinity)!!! Can't wait to see u!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins: Ahaha, Wins's the smartest pls. Yes, done with my practical too. =)) YEA! PARRRTEHH! Can't wait. Lol. I'm highly anticipating the time to meet up with u please! And yes!! I wanna go over and join u and NP!! But it really depends whether the school wants me doesn't it? =/ Anywhos, IMU! =) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me blur. I used liquid paper. Ha! Smartest right? Lol. I just cldn't stand the mess I created on my paper la. I knw I'm not usually a very neat person, but hey, IT'S AN EXAM PAPER. Nvm, it's over anyway. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got until 5 to idle, so here goes! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, practical on a whole was pretty aiight. Not too difficult, yet not the easiest. I just hope I fulfil all my targets. 13 more days to my first major paper. I was so anxious ytd night, I was revising and making out a must-follow schedule for myself. Cldn't tolerate the haphazard kinda lifestyle I've been living with for the past God knws how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Charis on the bus today. VJC wants us! =D And so does TJC. Man, I never knew any JC wld &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; us Pingpong people. Lol. Of cos they're probably just scouting ard for the best singles but hey, we're the best doubles! =D Ok, so not best &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;, but u knw, better. =) Ok ok, enuf. I'm just all feverishly excited that a &lt;em&gt;JC&lt;/em&gt; actually &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; me. Ok, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; directly or technically me, but u knw. WANTED. =D But I guess I'm still sticking to poly. Gona suffer for A's if I ever do get into a JC. Told mum and she was uber happy. Kept prancing ard me telling me how proud she'd b if i ever get into VJC. Just cos she was an ex Victorian. Oh well, poly's first on the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, 5's approaching soon. Wanna go chat with my maid b4 I get started on any revision. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109808929472738508?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109808929472738508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109808929472738508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109808929472738508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109808929472738508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/cher-its-luck-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109802725597401674</id><published>2004-10-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:34:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pipi: =)) *waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: *sigh. Weel, life's like that. We donate just as much, but we don't get to utilise the new ground either, but it's aiight. At least it plays the part of an eye candy for us. =D OH!! If u're doing paper cut or need any help for Art next year, ask me k!!?? =)) I'm like fuckin addicted to sketching and papercutting now la. Lol. Don't worry sweets! I'll come over and visit. Lol. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. Love u too, darling! =)) *big fat slobbery kiss. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji: Haha, ya. I knw, then u must leave the hall with that suave aura around u right? Lol. Like as those the whole chourse of it was just a breeze right? Haha, hopefully I can!!! Hahaha, and thanks. That 10 Things crap was uber funny. Lol. Much love!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: SWEETS!!! I &lt;strong&gt;BLOODY&lt;/strong&gt; MISSED U LA K!? *hmph. Lol. Yes, I'm gonna set my foot on the ground and mug my ass off already!! Since I'm done with my Art. Lol. Good Luck to u too, hun!! Once again, I MISSSSSSSSSSSSSS U PLSSSSSSS!! =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: =)) Aww, my darling Cher's just the sweetest la k. Lol. yes, I'll definitely try my best these few weeks. Hopefully my effort won't land up in some dump. *sigh. I just don't want to leave those times and only have memories to look back on, but I guess it's all part and parcel aye? =/ Anywhos, I miss u! In a few weeks!! A few weeks, I'll b able to see u. =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm finally done with my Art! =)) I mean, My papercut was done like 3 to 4 days ago, but I finally handed in my prep work ytd. Stayed back to help ard, then I headed out with Bwee for OMS. Met Azlin [think that's how u spell it]. But I just sat there stoning and giggling at whatever it was they were talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, rest, met Bwee for dinner. PRATA! =)) Strolled down to Chomps. Stingray, tau fu and that gigantic cup of lime juice. We didn't even drink half of it pls! Bwee's one kind la k, she keeps buying and buying, but she &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; finishes her food. Lol. My parents were wondering what the hell I was doing besides eating dinner. Just dinner itself, I took like God knws how many hours. Reached home at 11. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into tonns of people!! More than I cld've expected to run into. Was only in Serangoon u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; had a good night's sleep!!! Without the Art fever on. God, it was heaven! But I still had Dad coming into the room and waking me up. And he still stayed around and meddled with my stuff. Was rather irritated. I mean, I've been wrking so hard for Art, yet he still came in and talked and talked and talked. Like, let me have a good rest dammit! But nvm, I guess he's not very used to the leave-Val-alone lifestyle yet. Ever since I started staying up and chionging for Art, he's been hanging ard me, helping me and stuff. Sometimes even into the wee hours of the morning reguardless of whether he has work the day or not. Sweet.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, fetched maid from Alexander Hospital. Poor thing was sick and warded for don't knw how long. Felt like a mth, of cos not even a week. But the bloody house was uber disorganised. And my canines were absolutely depressed. It feels bloody comforting to knw that she's back and safe. All perked up and in the pink of health. Good. =) Missed her like fuck anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, had tuition. I did some pass year O levels Maths paper 1 and I got every right!! =)) Victor was bloody surprised cos I haven't been touching Maths. Well, he knws I was doing Art the whole time. So ya. Heh, proud of myself. Lol. But that's like a once in a lifetime occurence la. Bet it was just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Bwee and her family for pizza. Her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!! =)) Finally 18!! Ur turn to bring "kids" into clubs huh!! =D ME ME! Lol. Well, u said u'll bring me anyway. =)) After that uber filling dinner, we took a digestive walk back to her house for cake. She hated the tiramisu. And I forced her to study for tmr's practical. She was cringing la! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, tmr's O levels Science practical. Lets just pray it's not gonna b  that challenging. Aiight, I'm off to do alil more revision. Anywhos, think I've typed alil too much for today. Lol. Off! Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109802725597401674?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109802725597401674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109802725597401674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109802725597401674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109802725597401674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/pipi-waves-cia-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109776111258401450</id><published>2004-10-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:38:32.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-: Hey, erm.. Thanks. =) U take care too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: Haha, hopefully ur angency won't have to fold up eventually. Lol. HEY!! Not fair! Watch! Lol. Lucky chick!! Exams over la! And I'm still stuck here in the the pre-O's position. Stress. So u've seen the holding school for urself, unless u didn't go to school today, NICE?! Hahaha. U wanna b how cute. Yes, we waved!! Lol. Missed u too, love!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Hey hun!! I miss u tonns too please! Pfft. Love u too! Yup, u too k? *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: Haha, I miss u too, sweetie!! Remember to check out motorola aiight?! Can't wait for after O's, we'll b wrking together! I hope. =)) YAY! =D I'll study hard! U too aiight? Nerd loves Geek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLAUSE PLEASE! Ms Piggaloid actually didn't sleep the whole night! Was doing my Art and I finally completed my papercut. I'm suppose to b doing up my prep wrk now, but i really have no idea where to start. So I decided to reward my Art chionging with a blogging session! =)) Haven't been here in quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founder's day service. And I must say, &lt;strong&gt;the new school'll b FUCKING nice.&lt;/strong&gt; It looks like a bloody shopping centre from the outside! Uber cool!!! Plus the 756 seats concert hall. God! *dies. And lets not forget the basketball court! On the 3rd level please! My future ex-school wants to b how cool la. Lol. The sec 1s're freaking lucky please! They'll get to utilise the new building for a year, that is if the project doesn't get delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week odd and I'll b an ex-PL lite. It feels awefully weird. It's like, I won't knw what the hell to do aft I leave. U're left there, hanging in space. Lost. Yea, that's the feeling. Ok, enough abt feelings and letting ur mind wonder. ART. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109776111258401450?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109776111258401450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109776111258401450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109776111258401450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109776111258401450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109734281028771579</id><published>2004-10-10T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:43:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jiaying: Tsk. So u don't want the pictures we took together la. Lol. Aye, but Ms Lau's picture's blur! She was moving her face. Lol. I'll send it to u la, when I see u online next time, aiight? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: Lol. I like the waffer! *tooth aches. LOVE U DARL! And where were u today!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins: Haha, thank u thank u. But very blur. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: I miss u too! =)) Yea, gave u an uber vague outline of the movie in ur blog. Go watch k!? I wanna see if I'm like the only coward who's freaked out by the flick. Lol. Don't fret! I'll visit u at the holding school! Lol. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back the blue book. Went for lunchen at NYDC with besties. Heaps of fun. I actually felt &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;, despite all the tooth ache. Lol. The trainee was hilarious. He practically shouted "WHAT" at Imms. Haha. And "SOUP" at another guy. Blur, but cute. My guess's that he ain't Singaporean. Neither was the other girl trainee who went "Chocolate trips". Jols was dying of laughter. I was the best at holding my composure. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum went fanatic at night. But I didn't bother, I just flicked her off like some small pesky partical blocking my clear vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday (I'm not aslp yet, as u can see. So I'll just use today.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum apologised. I had to let it slip. I mean, we're family aft all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing my parents the big blue book wasn't as bad as I expected. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. Mum thought that it was rather good, because of all the improvement I made provided that it was the prelims. Usually harder u see. Probably becos of the whole aft fight thing, she just didn't wanna spark anything I guess. But Dad gave the better-work-hard look. As always. Hey, at least he didn't scold me or anything. Just reprimanded me a short bit and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been Art again. Hopefully Mrs Ong'll b kind enough to gimme a few more days, like mayb until the 14th. I need the extra time. But I suppose i'm moving on pretty aiight. Just needa step up a notch or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I need to do aft O's.&lt;br /&gt;- Find a well paid job&lt;br /&gt;- Have a holiday&lt;br /&gt;- Strengthen some friendships&lt;br /&gt;- Get a handsome, wealthy, caring, generous, faithful, romantic boyfriend =)&lt;br /&gt;- SHOP, no more WINDOW shoppin only&lt;br /&gt;- Go down to Aussie and bother Bro&lt;br /&gt;- Try doing some modelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as u can see, some of the stuff up there's just wishful thinking. OK! Back to Art at this late hour. Can u believe Mum just came in? =/ Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109734281028771579?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109734281028771579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109734281028771579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109734281028771579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109734281028771579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/jiaying-tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109714210919101292</id><published>2004-10-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:44:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immsy: Don't even talk abt that albino girl pls! SCARY! Lol. There're gonna b more pics up today!! Lol. *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Haha, not even la, sweets. Look like some geek pls, with the specs and all. Lol. I MISS U TOO LA! =)) Can't wait! 2 mths will pass very quickly! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins: Hey love!! Missed u tonns too! Yea, I hope I do well too. Lol. We will!! But it has to b in 2 mths? Gonna have to cave myself home until aft O's. Lol. But till then, I'll b missing u! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. Had a blast. But the morning started off like fuck. I hate Audrey Ferng, or however u spell her bloody name. Can't even b bothered to get it right. Did i mention I hate Audrey Ferng? "Gimme ur belt now!" Please, can't even tolerate her screwed look. Imms and Jols can't deny. They both agree. Infact, don't u &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; agree with me? Screwed up face right?! =)) But no bloody teacher was gona bring &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; day down so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newhos, brought cammie to school again today. Took tonns of pictures. Me, mich, Jy, Jols, Imms. And I secretly took one of Ms Lau. *giggles. =)) Ms Lau fans, feast ur lustful eyes! Later. And me and Jols were having heaps of fun using shuttle shooting. Lol. 4 shots in a row. Laughed our guts out at all the wacky pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Sushi Tei aft school. MAN! I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the place. It's so romantic! Plus, the food was helluva good. I like the chocolate waffer ice cream. The strawberry one's nice too, but the chocolate's better. Though my tooth was agonisingly plainful, I still enjoyed the meal. Was longing for sushi since ytd la k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols, Imms, Jy, Mich and me walked ard garden abit then started off home. Got to catch a glimpse of the holding school. Haha, run down. But it's a really big holding ground la k. Stretched from one busstop to the other? Sec 1 to 3s!! Happy holding school. And 2005 sec 1s, lucky asses! U get to use the new school when it's up! Er, I think. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok. Here're some of the crazy shots we took today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1200" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/489656/Stitched10.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another narcissistic day. Memories of my school life. What to do. Took some pictures of the school as well though. Gonna take more tmr. =)) Do excuse me if it's a tad too blur aiight? I had to size down the pictures a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for Art again! Enough blogging and procrastinating for the day. Lets pray that my hand's better. And my tooth as well. Fuck la. Tsk. Pain everywhere. Lol. Ta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livin&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;g in the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109714210919101292?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109714210919101292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109714210919101292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109714210919101292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109714210919101292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/immsy-dont-even-talk-abt-that-albino.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109696670071917995</id><published>2004-10-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T18:31:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immsy: Yea, got that fixed. "Art of the devil" was scary la ok! But at least i'm not really thinking about it now. Seems all too surreal to me. Lol. MRS SL. =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji: Hey! Haha, not even an art piece la. Lol. So ugly right?! Tsk. But thanks!! U helped me tonns. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: Hey sweets!! Ah, damn. I won't be able to meet up with u? I've got my major exams coming up. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Lol. Yea! Changed it already la. =)) Haha, ya!!! Very very fast. Lol. Meantime, I miss u truckloads!!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught "Art of the devil" today. Scary!! Definitely worth ur money. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum spoilt the printer. Plus, she shut down the com with all the printing jobs still in queue. The com is &lt;strong&gt;bound&lt;/strong&gt; to crash under her hands sooner or later. And the worst part's that I still have to do more art work on the com. With the mulfunctioned printer, how the hell am I suppose to get all my art work printed out!? Sometimes, she really gets on my nerves. Now I knw how it feels to constantly b cleaning up someone's technological mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was being helluva narcissistic in school today. Brought cammie and me and Imms were snapping our lives away. Anyway, I painfully deleted my Legolas clip, could u imagine?! But it freed 67 captions worth of space!! I was dumbstruck pls! Should've done that long ago. Then I cld've kept the bikini pics and a whole ton of others I really liked. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're some shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="590" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/489656/Stitched9.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I've quite alot more in my com. And yes, In the 2nd last row, I was trying to reenact that girl from the swatch advertisement. Lol. Cannot make it pls. Oh, and the stars? Look carefully. U can actually make out our tiny little bodies! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight! Artttyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I got y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ou all h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ot and b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;othered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109696670071917995?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109696670071917995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109696670071917995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109696670071917995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109696670071917995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/immsy-yea-got-that-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109678887232412703</id><published>2004-10-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:34:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jols: I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; u'd correct me the moment I saw the headsign when I went down to ATHAR'S. U just can't &lt;em&gt;resist&lt;/em&gt; urself, u can u bf. Pfft. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: Yes Imms. Lol. No problme sweetie. U knw we will. For sure. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi: Ya, but it's ugly, I knw. YA! I bloody tired, but lucky u!! Early studuy leave!! And u got it right on the dot! Pfft. UNFAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: NO! The baby's bloody outta point! Lol. Yes! I can't wait, in less than 2 mths!! We can go hang out the whole night together!! =)) *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture doesn't seem to b loading, though I've refreshed the page umpteen times. Can someone please tell me whether the picture uploads on their computer!! Just leave an "I see it" comment. Thanks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cldn't resist myself, was online for a good 2 hours ytd night. After mum was done with her late night email check, I stayed infront of the computer screen from 1 - 3 odd. Forsaking my Art once again. I really ought to stop digressing, it's costing me alot. I'll have to burn oil again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My updates will probably b really mundane ones since I don't have much of a life at the moment. Barely any outtings, mayb just the occasional sneak outs. It's Art and studies for next 2 months. *sigh. Can someone save me? NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, mum was super pleased with the  packet laksa she cooked today. She fluanted as though she started the meal from scratch. Tsk, Mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move ya body" is still one of the best club hits! I love. =) Aiight, ARTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ur peaches, I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anna shake you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;r tree!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109678887232412703?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109678887232412703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109678887232412703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109678887232412703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109678887232412703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/jols-i-knew-ud-correct-me-moment-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109671044351554223</id><published>2004-10-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:47:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amy: Hey hun.  Thanks. =)) I LOVE U! *hugs. And thanks for the msg, was such a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: PTS! Yea, I will. Thanks, and i miss u so much pls! Lol. *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teekay: Hey!! Pleasant surprise. =)) Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. U take care aiight!? Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I knw I'm suppose to b doing my Art, but I just cldn't help it. I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to revamp my blog. Looking at the same old layout all day long's really monotonous. It somehow obstructs my creative juices. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Hendrix. Crowd was slightly better this time, but I wasn't in the mood. O's is really getting to me. Shawn got himself hung I tell u. Lol. Stayed ard from about 2 to 4. Everything was on Bm! Lol. Though I knw he won't b reading this, thanks, dude. Yes yes, I owe u one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted prata so badly! But intending to avoid the risk of getting caught, I decided that going home was a better choice. So, it's prata for dinner tonight. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, time for alil bit of Art and off to Artar's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109671044351554223?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109671044351554223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109671044351554223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109671044351554223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109671044351554223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/amy-hey-hun.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109664869571994423</id><published>2004-10-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T00:38:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Replies are in the comment box itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing about being the youngest in the family. Noone &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; asks for ur opinion, about how u feel about family matters and whatknot. It's like ur consultation's never needed, never considered cos everyone looks upon u as the "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised alil smth today, and it feels good to know and b assured that u're not alone. She's fucking detested by &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt;. Well done. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINGER. BLADE. SHARP. BLOOD. PLASTER. So I can't really type right now. Back to Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109664869571994423?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109664869571994423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109664869571994423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109664869571994423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109664869571994423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/10/replies-are-in-comment-box-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109647262479101656</id><published>2004-09-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:43:44.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immsy: Lol. Aiya, as long as u knw what i mean. U knw sometimes i type too damn freaking fast, my language just kinda goes off key altogether. Btw, Sat was fun. Love u too hun!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac: Of cos sis!! We're definitely gona b doing some serious bounding and catching up. I fucking miss our outtings pls! Lol. *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tric: Lol. My poor tissue. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: I wanna see all ur grad night pictures next time k!? =)) Yea, talk abt mugging and work, i've been doing art like there's no tmr for the past few days. I'm dying, but i stil have to press on. *sigh. I miss u dearly too, darling. Yes, we will. =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: NO!! I promise, aft my papers, and the whole stress period, we &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; meet up k? I miss u like crazy la! Lol. *hugs. Thanks pts! Gd luck for ur promos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. Very obvious meh? Haha, nvm, what's said's said. Newhoos, i can't wait for Friday. =)) I knw u can't too! Lol. Love love, bf! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Sweets! I miss u so much too pls! *cries. Getting stuck at home doing work just sends my mind reminiscing about our last outting can!? And yes!! I promise! =)) Love u!! *hugs tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to knw what I've been doing for the past few days? Well, all i can remember myself doing, is my Art. I guess it's my just desserts, for not completing tasks on par with scheduled deadlines. But I'm human, and it's nature for me to want to repine about the situation i'm in though i brought most of it upon myself. So please, if u will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been Art, my spouse for the past few days. I've been at the same thing for so long, i've no idea how many days have passed. Lets however, digress to Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home and got ready in a jiff. Scurried down to Fancy Papers to stock up on supplies. Bumped into the guy who usually served me whenever i ate at Terra, cute. =) He stares, I stare back. Nice. Ok, back to my juant. Not even a juant, cos i didn't manage to enjoy myself at all, but OK, BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum left me at Bugis to go promote her damned Sunrider. Honestly, that thing doesn't earn her much, I don't understand why she's enthusiastically and advidly selling those products, but what the heck, it's her life, her money, just as long as she fulfils her financial obligations to me, I've no say in what she does with the rest of her income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded 80, carrying that goofy umbrella my Mum brought out, what a filial daughter. A few stops later, this Indian man got on the ride and sat 2 seats infront of me. Just in case u're wondering, this's not a racist joke. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SMELLED! Like, really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad. And the worst part was it wasn't the kinda Indian oil smell, it was the "I haven't had a bath for 10 years, smell me, don't the fragrant just overwhelm u?" kinda smell. It was &lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt; tormenting. I wanted to move, but I would look like a cock to those who didn't and would never knw the reason behind the shift. By the way, only 2 people knew, me and the guy sitting infront of me. Yes, right behind Mr Smell-So-Good. But he moved to the seat at the back of me, which in turn made me the direct receiver of the scent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank my lucky stars, aft 15 or so agonising minutes, this nicely perfumed guy came and sit infront of me, his balm beating the opponent's infront of him. But i could see him in utter distress. He was constantly puting his, probably perfumed, finger to his nose so that it cld at least overcome the stench blowing from the blackman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who enjoys the occational long bus rides, gives me time to think abt my life, sort certain stuff out, but trust me, I was &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; than happy to alight &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, that my jaded non-fictional story for today, entertaining or not? U decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly very cynical abt work now. Abt Art, abt the whole idea of sitting for my fucking O's. Time seems so scarce. Insufficient for storing all that Science information, humanity datas and proceeding with Art. I have not the slightest idea on how I'm gonna juggle everything and get over with it fine. But for the meantime, I'm keeping religiously close to my self-made time table for Art. Lets just hope I don't stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109647262479101656?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109647262479101656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109647262479101656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109647262479101656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109647262479101656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/immsy-lol_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109604440602086258</id><published>2004-09-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:46:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jols: Haiyo, don't embarrass poor Tric what. Lol. Love u too! UR DAD AH! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Lol. But hot's not nice!! Ok la, mayb on really rainy cold days. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Read and commented! Lol. Love u hun!!! We &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; meet up again soon aiight? *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: Lol. LOVE U TOO SWEETS! So u're abandoing me to go &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the way to City on my own!? *sniffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was dead. All we did was check papers. I cld've fucking passed maths. Thanks to my urgency in wanting to complete the paper on time and my fast forward flipping, i fucking skipped a good fucking 11 mark question. When i checked thru the paper, I realised that I made tonns of careless mistakes, ones that cld've &lt;em&gt;easily&lt;/em&gt; been eschewed. But no! Val Tan just wants to b the blindest bat in the entire Amazon Basin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, besides the oh-so-disappointing Maths results, Science was more than what I had expected. A toast to the Bio paper. And another to the scrapped thru, don't know want to b how lucky Chem paper. Lol. English was alright, though I expected just a grade higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went down to j8, again. But with Jols this time. It was a blast. We barely spent any money and we ate chocolate coated apples; mooncakes; brownie mooncakes; cookies; preserved guavas, plums, and strawberries; water. =)) I spent a grand total of $1.30. Lol. And in any case, if cruddy thoughts such as we &lt;em&gt;stole&lt;/em&gt; or snipped has crossed ur mind in the event of reading the above passage, u had better perish it and embed this into those canned wires. WE ARE UP-RIGHT HONEST PEOPLE AND WE DON'T STEAL. Lol. Right. =)) No, but honestly, we didn't nick anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, tmr, or rather, today's gonna b fun. I presume. Later, we'll see how it goes. =)) Back to art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109604440602086258?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109604440602086258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109604440602086258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109604440602086258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109604440602086258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/jols-haiyo-dont-embarrass-poor-tric.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109593580893235746</id><published>2004-09-23T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:36:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amy: Lol. OK! But wait until I've alil more money aiight? Then i can pay for my cab fare there and back. Lol. LOVE U SWEETIE! Miss u tonns please. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Tau huay? I only like cold one please! Lol. Miss u much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji: HEY!! Surprised! Me, i mean. Lol. OK! Thanks! U take care! Much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Don't mention it sweetie, we need people around us to remind us that we can survive thru bad times. Love u! =)) I MISS U TOO PLS! Lol. YES! I will work hard! Then fat that, we shall go partying together ya? =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: LOVE! Yes, we will hang out again soon. If I can get away from work, or mayb aft O's? Which won't b too long away, I PROMISE! Lol. I miss u like hell la k. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's been Saturday for a very long time. I was having exams, what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ytd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought clothes to school to change, went down to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to cine first, Imms wanted to get her Mashi Maro plasters. Pfft. I knw. Lol. Then met up with her 2 guy friends. Went for pool, but me and Imms didn't play of cos. The way they play, OMG. Compared to the rate &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; play, &lt;strong&gt;vast&lt;/strong&gt; difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft pool, we went down to Taka for my first meal of the day. I have no idea how i lasted all the way until 4 with no food. Anywhos, it wasn't even a meal, just a small snack. Strolled over to far east, walked around alil, then headed home. Imms cldn't stay out too late see. Got kinda pissed while we were heading home, but ahh.. what the heck. Town's not my property. =)) Thanks to Bm and his great entertainment skills, I slipped back into my chirpy mood almost instantly. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career day. Cldn't wake up in the morning. Didn't hear my alarm, and didn't hear my maid. I WAS SLEEPING LIKE A BLOODY LOG. Then Dad came in at 7.15, or so he said. He thot I was still having papers, but I didn't, so he got kind pissed, until I told him so. Was just saying that I'd b charge for being late if i were to head to sch now so i'd better go aft assembly, so he went out. Not more then 5 seconds later, he rushed back in and went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: GIRL GIRL!! It's 7.10 only! Come!! Hurry! Dad fetch u!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sleepily) Aiya... Ok la, ok la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed like fuck ok, i made dad so anxious and excited, he was running down to the car with me. Lol. While we were scurrying down, he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: (laughs) Aiyo, sleep so early, even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft we got into the car, the blinking clock showed 7.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: AYE! How come only 7.15!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah! I changed, brushed, washed up in 5 mins! Aye dad, I think we better adjust our home clocks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was so excited, it was hilarious. So as u can see, my day started off with quite alot of adrenaline. =)) Had some career talk, then an ACJC talk. Gosh, i love the GP teacher. Her english's like super fluent pls! As expected of cos. GP, what can u expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met tissue aft school, went down to j8, walked around abit, then had lunch. Headed home aft that. Fun. =)) She was so sweet. I merely requested for her to try on the *****, and she really did!! Ahahaha, so sute!! Fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!!! I'm off!! ARTT. Yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; time to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109593580893235746?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109593580893235746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109593580893235746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109593580893235746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109593580893235746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/amy-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109549525268073043</id><published>2004-09-18T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T15:34:19.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jols: Ya, how many days lesser? Those days don't count man. Lol. Love too! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Usually, grad nights &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; mundane school events, but u go for the people. Lol. I bet it's gonna b tonns of fun for u!! *envious. Nvm, mine'll come soon. Lol. It's aft O's, 4 days aft my last paper. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Ya, it's passing so quickly, yet so slowly, u get what i mean la. Lol. YA!! XMAS! U, me, Pipi and Yuanling aiight?? =)) And Maths just sucked la k. Don't even talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tric: Lol. OK!! It opens on the 30th!! But i don't knw abt the marathon. NVM!! I'll go check!! *gets excited. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: Aiya, don't worry la hun. U're sucha smart ass, i'm sure u'll be able to make it to wherever it is u wanna go. =)) U'RE MISSED!! *hugs. I LOVE U TOO! *kisses. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the papers are over and done with. I've decided. I wanna b able to sit for every paper in O's the way i breezed thru Bio and Lit. I'm going to knw my facts so well, I not going to even be needing to think b4 i jot my answers down. =)) So for now, I'm dating my books. They're my husbands (that sounds awefully like a flirt, lol.). Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd night was fun. Got outta the coop at 1 odd. Met Jols and Burg. Had rojak and fries. Sat in the trolley and had Burg and Jols push me and letting me roll control-free down the slope, that was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now came the wanna-act-brave part. We strolled to the frangipani park instead of the tall tree one, that's way freakier. Thought mayb there was light, i mean, parks have path lamps. But the place was pitch black. The strong scent of the flowers added an intimidating aura to even the atmosphere surrounding the park. I tell u, lucky thing none of us freaked out at that point and started running. It wld've caused chaos. So we agreed on playing safe and going to the spiderweb park instead. Damn, it wld've been sucha thrill to walk thru that park. I wld've done it if there was 4 of us though. Would u do it? Walk into the park, go sit on the swing for 15 mins for a million smackers? I knw I wldn't. I don't believe in such things, but I'd rather b safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great hanging ard that butt aching mass of entangled ropes. Talked abt tonns of stuff. Felt happy for abit. Then came back to reality. 3 mths till O's are over. 1 mth odd to the first paper. Jols and I decided to promote ourselves out of Hougang and Serangoon, over to Bukit Timah and Holland V. Whether that's possible or not, we'll see in the future. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, to make that dream come thru, or rather, get somewhere &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to that dream, BOOKSS! HERE I COME! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109549525268073043?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109549525268073043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109549525268073043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109549525268073043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109549525268073043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/jols-ya-how-many-days-lesser-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109531381004965784</id><published>2004-09-16T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:50:10.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tric: Yes!!! OK!!! Lets go watch the marathon. Yes, a movie marathon of Resident Evil. The first one then the sequel. OK OK!? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: Alrighty sweets. I will. Miss u so much la. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: ICE CREAM MOONCAKE?! I wan la!! Lol. Yea la, mine was horrid as well. *cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: I HOPE SO! =/ So far, it hasn't been good at all! *cries. Only a few easy papers, but even when i say easy, don't take my word for it. I usually &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; screw them up! =(( Lol. Don't fret hun, u'll still look gorgeous la k. I'm the one who's waking up at 6.45am and sleeping at 2am can!? Haha, but actually, i think u're losing as much sleep as me. 4 projects? I'll die. Lol. I MISS U SO MUCH TOO PLS! I wanna go out again, asap. But my exams and outbreaks won't permit me. Pfft. HOWEVER, as soon as my O's end. =)) Love u sweets!!! *kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I am a fucking genious.&lt;/strong&gt; GOODBYE OH 10 MARKS SAVIOUR! &lt;strong&gt;I FUCKING FEEL LIKE DYING.&lt;/strong&gt; My heart aches so bad, it feels like it's about to shatter any moment. I CONDEMN IT THE BIGGEST ERR I'VE MADE THIS PRELIMS. &lt;strong&gt;Trust me&lt;/strong&gt;, it can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank my mummy's panties for Bio. REALLY. At last, an easy paper. But like i said, even my 'easy' cannot b accounted for. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem, do I dare to look forward to it? What if it turns out to b harder than what anyone anticipates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lids yearn for sleep it greatly lacks. My brain screams for rest and hibernation and possibly, a change of mood. I wanna relax, luxuriate in some rose petal fulled bubble bath. I wanna laugh and actually &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; light hearted and contented. Pfft. The feeling won't come until 3 months later. I can't believe this year's passing so quickly. It doesn't even feel like 9 months and 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I need some snooooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109531381004965784?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109531381004965784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109531381004965784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109531381004965784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109531381004965784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/tric-yes-ok-lets-go-watch-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109516126157544911</id><published>2004-09-14T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:27:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cher: Thanks, hun! But Maths was sucha killer! The second day of my examinations only and I already feel like crap. Pfft. PROJECT AH! REMEMBER! Lol. *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijia: Ya la! I miss u so much pls! I don't care, aft prelims, we're going out to study together!! And mayb watch a movie as well. Hahaha. =)) All the best for ur papers sweets!! Love uuuu!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was a breeze, felt that i was rather organised and well orientated this time around. However, today's paper was a &lt;strong&gt;killer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths came first, and it was by far the hardest paper I've ever done since i stepped up to upper secondary. I had 20 marks worth of questions left undone.&lt;strong&gt;  u-n-d-o-n-e&lt;/strong&gt;. Do u knw what that means? I'm on my way to failure!! MATHS. FAIL. It's a much undesired way to end off the last math paper I'll ever take set by my secondary school. The worst part was i was so nervous, i had the nervous stomache in the midst of the paper. I was clinching my fists so tightly and softly whining to myself, praying that the pain wld soon fade. It was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; excruciating ok, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SS came. Didn't have sufficient time, as usual. And the facts to why Singapore's government had to play a major role in the provision of health care services decided to walk out on me. Take a vacation and was unwilling to come back even aft much plea. Pfft, but i pulled thru anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Geog! I shld b really happy that, as Jols said, i at least have smth to look forward to. Studying Geog. Actually, i ought to b shot, i haven't even touched Human. All i've been doing is Physical. Oh well, guess tonight'll b a marathon for me. And bad part's today, i slept from 2.30 to about 6!! I didn't think i was that tired! But aft i flopped on the bed, i knocked out all the way. Even the ringing phone cldn't wake me up. Not like it usually can, but u knw what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil; the sequel is coming out on the 30th of Sept!!! This show, i &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; forego. Besides, I'll just take the movie break as the breaks I usually have inbetween my studies. =)) Alright, so there's Princess Diaries 2 as well, whenever that's gonna come out. Ok, i need discipline. No, i'm not going to stop watching movies despite the big O's approaching, I just gotta manage my time properly, and have discipline to study whenever I can. Besides, it's not like i'm going to go out for a movie and shop and what knot. I'm going to go out for a movie, and study. No walking or idling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it's time for Geog until the AMs. Did i mention i wanna go eat my mooncakes first? Lol. Excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109516126157544911?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109516126157544911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109516126157544911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109516126157544911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109516126157544911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/cher-thanks-hun-but-maths-was-sucha.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109498798926333169</id><published>2004-09-12T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T19:19:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cia: Yea, thank God i'm leaving that demented place in a few mths. Though i knw i'm gonna miss it alil. Lol. No problemo, hun. Take care now! Love ya too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: GER GER!! Boy boy misses u too!! *cries. Boy boy hasnt seen u for so long pls!! Can't wait to see u tmr!! Boy boy loves ger ger toooooo!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: PTS!!! I'M SO SO SORRY!! But u knw, i still love u as much. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Lol. Awww, Jolsyyyy. I'm not calling &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; the inquisitive lil' imps la. *kisses. VAL MISSES HER BF!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: Yes pls!!! Can't wait to go out again with u two sweethearts!! We're suppose to have our wear-the-same-thing out day right? Haha, when we're suppose to dress in those lacey stepford wives outfits. Lol. THE FORGOTTEN!! &lt;em&gt;Interesting...&lt;/em&gt; =)) And u!! Better start on ur projects!! Till the next time, I'LL B MISSING U, LOVE!!! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: OK!! =)) I'll b skipping my first mth of school in S'pore to attend my bro's grad, so i'll see u ah... Lol. Love love!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Sweets!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH TOO PLS!! Lol. And this time, our soon won't b next year!! CANNOT! Haha, hopefully The Forgotten won't clash with my O's!! =// Till the next time, I'LL B MISSING U &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; MUCH!! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was a &lt;strong&gt;blast&lt;/strong&gt;. Met Xue, headed to town, met Cher. Got the tickets for "Man on Fire", and it was super nice la k!! 4 and a half film rolls. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time in between, we basically talked alot and shopped alot. Was super fun la k. Lol. And we all had a helluva shock when we thought we lost the movie tickets. But even though we were at the brink of losing $25.50 worth of movie tickets, we were still laughing away. I could feel the blood rush to my face from brusting out into hysterics too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had tonns of fun dissing poor Mel. But honestly, she was rather fun to play around with. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like any other Sunday. Had tuition, studied. Tmr's Lit prelim. I don't knw how well or how badly I'm going to do, but lets just hope for the best. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You must think I'm r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;eally stupid to believe th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;at it's given with no al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ternate motives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109498798926333169?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109498798926333169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109498798926333169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109498798926333169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109498798926333169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/cia-yea-thank-god-im-leaving-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109480875029035095</id><published>2004-09-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:32:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stef: Lol. Stef ah. *giggles. U're so cute please. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue: Yes yes!! Don't angry k..? =/ I'll b calling u tonight!! *nods. Yes, i will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Hello, love/miss you TONS too my honey bunny little poochikins! Lol. *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Haha, ya. And i'm sure she's exhilarated abt the fact that she can get to walk ard town with naught but a bold head. Lol. Ya, I JUST WANNA SEE U TRY! Hahaha. I've smth darker and deeper installed for u! Just u see! *evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Blogger's been so screwed up lately! Infact, the internet has been screwing itself. Pfft. Yes! I miss u loads too!! I just can't wait to meet up again. Esp for Princess Diaries 2! Lol. The preview was bloody good can!! Just hope that the next time, there'll b no mini chick flick going on beside me. Hahaha. Love u, hun!! *kisses. Mean time, MUGGGG! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've decided to add in a line to seperate the replies to comments and my actually entry. Easy reading and skipping for the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's getting a bit dry, a bit draggy. Updating it becomes a chore at times, a hassle I'd rather void doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying's making me dull. Now, even the freshest air smell like stuffy fumes. Laden with dust and smoke. The stress is getting to me. Can I, a mere 16 year old, handle the suppression that comes hand-in-hand with the big O's yonder? I should. Because many've, and survived. Some, thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I CAN'T BELIEVE MR HARRY POTTER LOOK ALIKE HAS A GIRL! Pfft. Ah, what the heck. Harry/Bobby/Richard is only an eye candy. =)) Met Imms n Burg ytd, just for a bit. Took a breather in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too much of a bum to rant on about my life to you inquisitive lil' imps. I'm gonna take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109480875029035095?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109480875029035095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109480875029035095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109480875029035095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109480875029035095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/stef-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109456131013135757</id><published>2004-09-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:05:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pipi: I miss u too, sweets. Ya, imagine all the fun we're gonna have. =)) No, aft O's, we must go back home and do Maths. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Hunnn!! Today was sinfully funnn! =)) Thank u so much for sucha great time, love u to bits! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: Lol. I miss u too. And stop with that 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 crap already, u're gonna give Pipi another break down. Lol. Then she'll &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tear her hair out. Can't wait for our dare-to-wear date, that's gonna b sooo fun, i'm gonna dress u all in pink! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: Lol. Movie and study!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immsy: Haha, i miss u too darling!! Yes, u're the one who has been missing la k. Lol. I WANNA MEET UP FOR LUNCH PLEASE! =)) Love u, poochikins. *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jols: Oh! Good day, missy. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger can just go kiss ass. It bloody broke down while i was trying to publish this post i wrote ytd. Ah, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was frigging gd. =)) Met Amy at 1, got tickets for Cinderella, which was bloody go if it's not too bold to add, then went for some window shopping. Chatted non-stop, &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; bonding session. =)) Oh ya, bumped into a couple of ex-pl lites as well. So nice seeing them aft so long. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to study, but Orchard's library was packed so we went down to coffee bean. However, we only got less than 30 mins of studying done before we had to go off for our movie. Man, time really flew today. I guess because i was enjoying myself so much. Lol. But it's pretty much a bad time to b doing that when the bloody O's are just 2 months away. Less than that to b exact. Amy and I felt so guilty aft the movie, that we've decided to check on each other tonight and make sure we're mugging. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me way home, i swear i thought i was gonna die. 3 sweat drenched boys came in and stank the train. And by some uncanny luck, they stood of all places, beside me. I was literally choking. And moving away would seem very impolite, so i just clenched tightly onto the pole, like it was of any help, and kept facing left. At least i wouldn't have to smell big concentrations of that vile stench the rest of the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so it's 10 to 9 now, and i've barely done any work. Where's my coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109456131013135757?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109456131013135757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109456131013135757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109456131013135757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109456131013135757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/pipi-i-miss-u-too-sweets.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109428609468311951</id><published>2004-09-04T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:21:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immsy: Lol. Don't worry sweets, he'll reply, i'm suree. "I MISS U.. ALOT". Lol. Love u too honey bun! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning: I miss u too, love. =) I'll visit u!! I'm going over June next year, when my Bro graduates. =)) Why not? UWA's like one of the most recognised unis in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven: PTS!!! Yea, i don't knw. =(( Aye!! How abt lunch on Friday? =)) Contact thru HP!! *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JolENE: Haha, yes, don't worry. I won't slip the secret. I knw she's ur world, ur life, and u can't do without her. Without her's like a tree with no leaves, air with no oxygen, daytime with no sun light. Ahahaha, oh, and by the way, she wants u to knw that she loves u too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of term 3 didn't feel like it at all. It felt more like i was being sentenced to a 7 day confinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was suppose to b a study date with Burg, but it turned out to b a walk-about with Imms, Jiaying and of cos, me and Burg. J8's gonna b one shopping mall. Lol. I never considered it one in the past, but i guess i can start calling it a mall now. Heh. Took neoprints! Like aft soooo long. They turned out pretty alright i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, wanted to go for supper but i nodded off into dream land. Was bloody tired, though i was really looking forward to drinks and what knot. Thank God Jols had company already, if not she wld've gotten pissed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's the same old bring story, this holiday's gonna b nothing but work. I pray for a lil excitement, mayb when Tuesday comes, i'm looking forward to it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109428609468311951?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109428609468311951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109428609468311951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109428609468311951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109428609468311951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/immsy-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109412613374675115</id><published>2004-09-02T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:55:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jols: Yess, esp when we didn't meet up on Tues!! Lol. Can't wait for Saturday though!! If that's possible that is. =)) Love u sweetsss! *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaying: CUTE CUTE!! =)) Nvm, we'll hang out at my place some other time ya? Dang, if u came over today, u cld've gotten to see Imms cry!! Lol. Aiya, she's a regular customer, my house's nth new to her. Lol. Yes! See u in sch tmr too sweets! *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. I can't really recall what happened, but i knw i enjoyed myself. =)) Esp laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just talking about band names and how they come up with really sweet ones like "Sugarcult" and what knot, u knw, band names which're contradicting but nice? Yea. Then we were just bringing up some examples and Imms came up with the &lt;strong&gt;greatest&lt;/strong&gt; example ever. "Dark Chocolate". I don't really see the comparision there, do u? I tell u, it threw me and Jols in hysterics!! We first gave her a blank stare, then we burst out laughing like fuck. HILARIOUS! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft sch, Imms came over, we went down to Video EZ to rent some VCDs. Watched "Into the mirror" and "Sweet november". Ok, so "Into the mirror" wasn't as spine chilling as i expected it to be, infact, it was kinda sad. Hmm.. But "Sweet november", oh sweet &lt;em&gt;sweet &lt;/em&gt;november, beautiful movie. Not exactly the most heart warming love story, but passable as a sappy film. Why can't anyone be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; sweet to meeee?! Yes, i knw, i knw, i have a face only a mother would love, but i yearn for such undying love like any other. =(( To be treated with such gentleness and generousity. *sigh. Sappy love movies &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; leave me at this state! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ning like hell. I wanna b there too, to b enjoying life as much as she is. To be able to go to Uni in a year's time. Infact, once i'm done with O's here, i can jolly well apply for the 2005 July's intake at UWA. *sigh. Yes yes, i understand, there're always pros and cons. So i guess i'm staying put, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mate, you don't know t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hat, but the &lt;strong&gt;deepest&lt;/strong&gt; circ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;le of hell is reserved for be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;trayers and backstabbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109412613374675115?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109412613374675115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109412613374675115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109412613374675115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109412613374675115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/jols-yess-esp-when-we-didnt-meet-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373672.post-109403402249006382</id><published>2004-09-01T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T18:20:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sijia: Lol. Yes, i miss u so much la k. I wanna see u soon. =)) *kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Yes u did sweetie! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cia: =)) I miss u too, hun. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis: NO! The next time, u &lt;strong&gt;tell&lt;/strong&gt; me &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;. Pfft. Lol. Tsk, of cos, we knew each other since pri what..? 3? Cheers to our 8 years of friendship which, hopefully, won't end even aft sec sch. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, teacher's day celebration. The performances were crap. No offence to the performers though. It's just an honest opinion. Aft sch, Jols, Jiaying, Michelle and I headed down to PS for "13 going on 30". Nice movie. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inbetween, tonns of stuff happened. Had heaps of fun i tell u. Lol. First the sweet stall auntie gave Michelle the wrong change. Gave her like $6 more?? Man. Lol. But good hearted Michelle's conscience didn't let her go and she went back to get another bottle. The auntie stil gave her the wrong change pls!! But not that drastic this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at PS's carefour [however u spell it], Jols &lt;c&gt;stole&lt;/c&gt; unintentially &lt;em&gt;brought&lt;/em&gt; a packet of waffles outta the super market, to 7-11. She then realise why her plastic bag was so heavy and stood outside in shock pls. Haha, it was hilarious. I swear. I mean, if she was caught, the security's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; gonna believe that it was by accident. So lucky chick got away with it with a nice big packet of waffle. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, in the MRT station, on our way to PS, we saw a whole horde of pink lords. Both guys and girls. OMG. I got dizzy seeing so much pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mum and i headed to j8 for "stepford wives". The movie was alright. Mum loved it. And today was the first time i tried that Ya Kun Kaya bread. Man, it was gooood. =)) Alright, haven't done a drop of work today, i shld noww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373672-109403402249006382?l=twistee-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/feeds/109403402249006382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373672&amp;postID=109403402249006382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109403402249006382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373672/posts/default/109403402249006382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistee-.blogspot.com/2004/09/sijia-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqAyZ4ApgRQ/Sdcew1X1egI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tiQFAEbwgTM/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
