<?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-20061823</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:14:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Riots.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-7815048592474142710</id><published>2007-04-29T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:37:11.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super cut-off. super isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-7815048592474142710?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-7942713225766229523</id><published>2007-04-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:08:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noe wad im supposed to do okay. im turnin 21. i can set my priorities. so stop nagging at me like im still in sec school. blardy hell. im tired after an entire day of school, and i cant even enjoy my nites at home. my ears scream in pain. to add on, its not jus 1 voice, its 2. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling miserable. unwanted. left out. lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-7942713225766229523?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-3015785961218036199</id><published>2007-03-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:28:48.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is lucky day. loo and i walked into popular bookstore in school, and accidentally stumbled upon a photoshop book going at HALF PRICE!!! yup! from $66.55 become jus $30!!! elated. :)&lt;br /&gt;gonna scrutinise the book after exams. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna party, play, train, go out. goshness. exams...hurry over....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-3015785961218036199?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3015785961218036199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=3015785961218036199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/3015785961218036199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/3015785961218036199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-lucky-day.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-349283964815896088</id><published>2007-03-17T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:56:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is sooo freakin stressful i think im gonna explode. i think the same goes for loo and wenting too. they totally will understand y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a break by catching the NRC 7s. totally got adrenaline rush can. wanted to play so badly. too bad...=( rucy's fwen, Jo came to take pics. i didn get to see his pics but rucy say they are super nice! given the quality of his cam, no surprises! haha. rucy!! ask Jo to post his pics somewhere leh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen: Mika - Grace Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-349283964815896088?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/349283964815896088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=349283964815896088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/349283964815896088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/349283964815896088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-life-is-sooo-freakin-stressful-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-8786808821457922066</id><published>2007-03-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:32:09.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun. bbq with great food, super cute doggy, meeting up with frens...den met up with rucy hu came to ton at my hse cos we were 2 super bored ppl hu jus wanted to hang out. haha. talked thru the nite til rucy left in bliss at 5 plus in the morn. hurhur. yay! my girlfrens rox! lets do this more often if we can squeeze out time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prioties change. i haf no idea wad my decision will be. this sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th May, Butter Factory anyone? K-Spray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-8786808821457922066?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/8786808821457922066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=8786808821457922066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/8786808821457922066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/8786808821457922066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-2693360842704516023</id><published>2007-02-16T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:04:14.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven had a good nite's slp since monday. and i doubt i will haf any in the short term. blardy hell. chinese new year and i hafta slog my way thru projects...where's the light at the end of the road??&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, there are good frens to pull me along. thankew my fwens. =)&lt;br /&gt;okays, i hafta get back to work now. jus wanted to pop in for a few words. this is so nonsensical and boring.&lt;br /&gt;la-dee-dee-dah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-2693360842704516023?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/2693360842704516023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=2693360842704516023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/2693360842704516023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/2693360842704516023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-haven-had-good-nites-slp-since-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-3025792061045530091</id><published>2007-02-09T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:43:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photoshop rocks! tryin to upgrade my photoshop skills with online tutorials now. but it requires time and there's simply not enuff!! oh man. anyway, jus check out worth1000 website (its in my links) for more tutorials. crazy ass stuff man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MoMBd8e02rg/RctOHQZCOpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ArCHNuRbZio/s1600-h/energy+in+motion+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029199295455312530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MoMBd8e02rg/RctOHQZCOpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ArCHNuRbZio/s320/energy+in+motion+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-3025792061045530091?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3025792061045530091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=3025792061045530091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/3025792061045530091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/3025792061045530091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/02/photoshop-rocks-tryin-to-upgrade-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MoMBd8e02rg/RctOHQZCOpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ArCHNuRbZio/s72-c/energy+in+motion+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-4757213513978920938</id><published>2007-02-07T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:43:43.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spur of the moment. Thought this pic is super heartwarming. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MoMBd8e02rg/RcjMIz2ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vPSjdp65ljA/s1600-h/DSCN1056+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028493435688523154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MoMBd8e02rg/RcjMIz2ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vPSjdp65ljA/s320/DSCN1056+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-4757213513978920938?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/4757213513978920938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=4757213513978920938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/4757213513978920938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/4757213513978920938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/02/spur-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MoMBd8e02rg/RcjMIz2ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vPSjdp65ljA/s72-c/DSCN1056+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-5866493341349820727</id><published>2007-02-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:36:04.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 hours a day is simply not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-5866493341349820727?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/5866493341349820727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=5866493341349820727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/5866493341349820727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/5866493341349820727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-hours-day-is-simply-not-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-6090621669202685883</id><published>2007-01-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:14:21.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i got mistaken as someone im not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 5pm. i went to tampines mart (a market near my hse) with my mama. due to the heavy items bought from shop n save, i stupidly stood in front of a whole rack of vegies at the market while i waited for my mum to pick cucumbers a few feet away. den a malay aunty came along, standing on the other side of the rack. seeing tt my mom's vegie basket was on top of all the other baskets, i kindly took my basket away for tt aunty to put in her vegies. den as i bent down to check on the shop n save bags, the malay aunty RUDELY asked me if the vegies she was holding in her hand $1. "Hello, is this $1?" -no response- "HELLO? MISS? IS THIS $1?!?!" FUCK la. i looked up at her and with all my might suppressed my anger and embarrasment to tell her nicely tt im not the vendor. okay, well, at least she apologised. i wonder wad i'll do to her if she didn. omg. dun u jus hate it when u get mistaken for a waitress or salesperson sometimes?? some ppl jus dun haf eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-6090621669202685883?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6090621669202685883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=6090621669202685883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/6090621669202685883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/6090621669202685883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-got-mistaken-as-someone-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-1664728321955542974</id><published>2007-01-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:38:34.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had our first tutorials today...well, looloo apparently got the cute tutor tt got everyone talkin, and wenting is mad with envy!! wahahaha. loo is so lucky. at least now she got motivation to attend class! good for her. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this article in 8 days today - think it was taken from a blog or sth, abt teenagers being a nuisance to the public on mrts by blasting their mp3 players. i laughed til i peng. very very apt. i hope those ignorant bastards read it and realise their wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random - according to weather reports, the incessant rain will stop after 21st Jan, which is after Rain's concert. this better be the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-1664728321955542974?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/1664728321955542974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=1664728321955542974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/1664728321955542974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/1664728321955542974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-our-first-tutorials-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116818657655533470</id><published>2007-01-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:16:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY WENTING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasting great time at wenting's bday party today. but poor wenting was so busy the whole day, she must haf been exhausted by the end of it all. thanks for the great party wenting! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i started the day early, it seemed to pass too quickly (and i mean real quick). i hate to face reality, but well, we have to rite? ha. so its back to school tml. boarding the mrt to boon lay (suffering bouts of backache and buttache along the way), visiting the familiar FAL to print notes, and attending the first lecture to "check out" the lecturer. ah. i jus checked my tutorial mates in the various classes, and i think the marketing batch is too small. all the ppl i dislike are in almost ALL my classes. wtf. (pee, loo and wenting, they are apparently: PI LI. Diana &amp; gang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, im tired. shall lie in bed and read National Geog. ciao~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116818657655533470?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116818657655533470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116818657655533470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116818657655533470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116818657655533470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-21st-birthday-wenting-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116785164014315456</id><published>2007-01-04T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:29:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year when 1986 ppl turn 21 - adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;Wenting is the first among us to embrace dis new period in life. (dun worry minger. it'll be ur turn b4 u noe it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to mug like crazy. Meanwhile, get involved with as many non-studies related stuff as possible, eg. trainings, learn new things, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give tuition as hardworkingly as i can, to finance all the 21st bdays, nice clothes, wish to go Aus mid-yr to visit minger and peepee and lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays. hafta wake up early tml. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man who doesn't trust himself can never truly trust anyone else."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116785164014315456?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116785164014315456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116785164014315456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116785164014315456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116785164014315456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-year-when-1986-ppl-turn-21.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116707022893170136</id><published>2006-12-26T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:10:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xmas is over...&lt;br /&gt;trainings are back...&lt;br /&gt;school's startin...&lt;br /&gt;life's gettin boring again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116707022893170136?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116707022893170136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116707022893170136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116707022893170136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116707022893170136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116618012500862872</id><published>2006-12-15T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:55:25.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if there ever is a person hu can define Bummer, its me. i think i've bummed enuff for the hols. imagine one week at home, wakin up at noon everyday, watch tv, eat, play computer den sleep. tt wud be my main itinerary for the last week. i wanna get out of the hse, realli, i do. but due to some strange reason, i ain's doin tt. prob cos of lack of funds. or cos i haf no frens, or cos there's realli nth to do outside, other than window shopping which im sick of. i need sth more exciting and fun. but rite now, everything's come to a stop. my elder sis jus came back from Bangkok. now my younger sis is gg phuket with her frens. wtf. i wished i had money to whisk myself somewhere far away too. i need trainings to resume. other than the extremely occasional times when i exercised on my own, i dun realli move much. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so anyone with more interesting things to do, pls call me. i am bored to the MAX. and rotting fast......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116618012500862872?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116618012500862872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116618012500862872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116618012500862872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116618012500862872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-there-ever-is-person-hu-can-define.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116564811058780318</id><published>2006-12-09T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:08:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored. so i did rucy's random qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Most Random Questions You Will Ever Fill Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What side of the heart do you draw first?&lt;br /&gt;the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can you dive without plugging your nose?&lt;br /&gt;i dun think so. the water will rush up my nose and i might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What color is your razor?&lt;br /&gt;normal silver colour la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your blood-type?&lt;br /&gt;B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Tutu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is a rumor someone has spread about you?&lt;br /&gt;erm..i dun realli noe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How do you feel about carrots?&lt;br /&gt;the big ones are better cooked. baby carots are yummy as they are. and they are rabbits' fav food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How many chairs at the dining room table?&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Which is the best Spice Girl?&lt;br /&gt;i dun like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you know what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;2:55pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you know all the words to the Fresh Prince theme?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;let my imagination run wild - like a ghost might kill me, or some hero will rescue me from the venilator shaft like in prison break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What's your favourite type of gum?&lt;br /&gt;bubble gum! *pop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) T or F: All's fair in love and war?&lt;br /&gt;false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you know how to use some words correctly, but not know the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you like to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;YESH TO THE MAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you know which US states don't use Daylight Savings?&lt;br /&gt;no. im not a cheaterbug like rucy. marhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you know the song Total Eclipse of the Heart?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want a bright yellow '06 mustang?&lt;br /&gt;no. too flashy. perhaps a bright red one. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What's something you've always wanted?&lt;br /&gt;doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you have hairy legs?&lt;br /&gt;define hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake?&lt;br /&gt;neither. i cant swim well. ocean got shark, lake got loch ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you wear a lot of black?&lt;br /&gt;not realli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Describe your hair?&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you have Entomophobia?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Which side of the ear do you plug your earpiece in first?&lt;br /&gt;left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What's your current msn nickname?&lt;br /&gt;wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Are you a television addict?&lt;br /&gt;not as bad as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you enjoy spending time with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;depends. when she is not in one of her menopause moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Are you a health freak?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you like orange juice?&lt;br /&gt;yep. i dun find it sour like pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;europe, aussie, phuket, cambodia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116564811058780318?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116564811058780318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116564811058780318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116564811058780318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116564811058780318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116474610650982288</id><published>2006-11-29T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T04:35:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER! EXAMS ARE OVER! EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;let the pics do the talking. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/After%20exams%2028th%20Nov%202006%20039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/After%20exams%2028th%20Nov%202006%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Airheads%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116474610650982288?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116474610650982288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116474610650982288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116474610650982288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116474610650982288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams-are-over-exams-are-over-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116464532978407080</id><published>2006-11-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:35:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Smosh - Frankie Rogers is James Bond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/L1nlGbzXVeE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/L1nlGbzXVeE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;this realli brightened my day. LMAO. Smosh rox!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116464532978407080?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116464532978407080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116464532978407080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116464532978407080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116464532978407080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/11/smosh-frankie-rogers-is-james-bond.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116428160179065153</id><published>2006-11-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:33:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was jus checking out the pics of The American Music Awards 2006, and i nearly choked on the water i was drinking. i mean, look at these pics...i wonder how much time Carrie Underwood spent at the gym with her personal trainer to get those legs! she was still rather chubby and all during American Idol. *Gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1344/899/320/838798/carrie-underwood-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then again, i nearly choked on my own saliva. i knew ashley simpson had plastic surgery, but from the looks of it, she could have spent nearly half her fortune to totally change her face into this. i bet u can't recognise her either....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1344/899/320/255555/ashlee-simpson-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and lastly, i nearly choked on my own breath. but i haf to give credit to dis one. Nicole Richie does look rather good here, esp since she put on a teeny weeny lil speck of weight (a gust of wind could still blow her off). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1344/899/320/806798/nicole-richie-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116428160179065153?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116428160179065153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116428160179065153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116428160179065153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116428160179065153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-jus-checking-out-pics-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116419816280963644</id><published>2006-11-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:37:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pee suan....thx to u, im on a raging quest to relive some desperate childhood memories. muaha. i love these vids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animaniacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/amh7d341ruk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/amh7d341ruk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss the girl-little mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Z8yignhtNPo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Z8yignhtNPo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinderella - The Work Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/k_7pxRvLkHw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/k_7pxRvLkHw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116419816280963644?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116419816280963644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116419816280963644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116419816280963644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116419816280963644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/11/pee-suan.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116412495528049854</id><published>2006-11-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:12:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling down down down. prob due to exams. but another reason is cos im hearing wonderful stories and expriences from the girls. i am THAT close to pulling all my hair out and killing myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mood is that i am alr in the hols. screw the exams. i wanna haf a REAL break, with lotsa leisure rugby and of cos, hardcore fitness with oli chee and hueva wanna join us.&lt;br /&gt;no money to travel during the hols, so prob jus make do with hanging out alot or gg for suppers. and im still in the midst of deciding wad mp3 player to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now, my mind is jus filled with the images of the girls havin fun in china, and the adrenaline they felt during the games. nothing is helping me rid the feeling - books, tv, games - tried all. oh well, guess tt's y ive been slping so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116412495528049854?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116412495528049854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116412495528049854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116412495528049854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116412495528049854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-feeling-down-down-down.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116356978535698528</id><published>2006-11-15T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:49:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long time since my last entry...well, so much has happened...majority of the girls are up in Kunming now. and im stuck here studyin for exams. blessing in disguise? i duno.&lt;br /&gt;tried hard to keep an open mind and heart, but the anger rushes back once in a while. dammit. can onli look forward and work harder for next year. make the two blind dumbasses' jaws drop and regret their choices. stupid arses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116356978535698528?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116356978535698528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116356978535698528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116356978535698528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116356978535698528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-long-time-since-my-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116050067393028030</id><published>2006-10-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:17:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched "World Trade Center" today in support of ren's hall's fund-raising for mission trip. after the show and being ever the foodies we are, we decided to go to the HK cafe at marina square for some supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY. some supper it was. firstly, manager warned tt the kitchen had partial power failure, so some food were not available. den another waitress came and took our order, onli to tell us tt MAJORITY of the food were not available (by dis time alr a lil pissed). after finishing our food, we realised tt ppl ard us were having initially unavailable hot drinks, toasts and hot desserts (WTF). so we asked the manager, and he said "oh, our kitchen is now working agn". ok, so we ordered hot drinks and toast from dis black uncle, and u WOULD NOT believe wad he said, "oh, pineapple buns? think dun have. lemme go check" - after a while - "oh, there is buns, hot drinks? i duno if have, if dun have den maybe i come back and tell u." OMG.&lt;br /&gt;as we were waiting for our food, Black Uncle suddenly puts down 2 cups of milk tea on our table, claiming it was "complimentary". wenting says it was act a wrong order to another table, so he jus gave it to us. ok, nvm, free. DEN, after a LOOONG wait, our drinks came, and we thot it looked wierd, asked the waitress if it was correct. after checking, she came back and said it was correct (we ordered yuan yang and teh). den we asked her wad was the other one. U WUN BELIEVE wad she did. at first she said it was teh xi, den we said "eh no leh,we ordered teh". SHE LIFTED THE SPOON FROM THE CUP, SAW UNMELTED MILK ON IT AND SAID " OH, ITS TEH, ITS TEH." WAD THE FUCK.  U DUN DO TT TO THE FOOD INFRONT OF THE CUSTOMER.&lt;br /&gt;so we COMPRAINED to the manager. lame excuses poured out from him. kitchen down, cashier down, poor solo worker in kitchen in a mess. WADEVA. halfway thru the compraining, the BLACK UNCLE came and put another drink on our table, and muttered, "complimentary" agn. OMG. shortly after the manager left, a waitress came and gave us our bill when we didn ask for it. i mean, WAD THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE SERVICE STAFF THERE?!?!?! *&amp;q^#*&amp;amp;$%q%^ u think tt's the end? NOOO. the change came back 10 cents short (laffs in disbelief).&lt;br /&gt;so folks, avoid the place. its horrendous. worse service i've ever encountered. (agreed by 5 other ppl unanimously). now i can onli think back and laugh at the amazing sequence of wrongs. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116050067393028030?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116050067393028030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116050067393028030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116050067393028030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116050067393028030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/10/watched-world-trade-center-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-116021756906600181</id><published>2006-10-07T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:45:01.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Incredible Mouth Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ahpvSasR6d8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-116021756906600181?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/116021756906600181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=116021756906600181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116021756906600181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/116021756906600181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/10/incredible-mouth-band-lmao.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115963586687120939</id><published>2006-10-01T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:04:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsunami of projects!!! help!!! we are DROWNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15s nationals coming up. duno if im gonna commit, since it falls in exam period. and im changed to backline?!?!?! I DUN WAN!!! argh.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for NTL to be over. its become such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thinking of gg cambodia during end of year hols. and doin alot of research for tourism elective ain't helping at all. i jus wanna travel so badly. i think im becoming old. getting tired damn easily nowadays. better stock up on coffee and red bull - gives me wings. oh. i seriously need retail therapy. like soooooo desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL interesting spotting on friday. secrets, lies, secrets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115963586687120939?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115963586687120939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115963586687120939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115963586687120939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115963586687120939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/10/tsunami-of-projects-help-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115868530870259574</id><published>2006-09-20T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:01:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's help rid the world of one of the most ANNOYING kind of people who often lurks around public transports, which is where they show off their maximum potential of drilling holes into others' heads - thru their ears.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. They are none other than our resident Mahds and Bengs. I think nowadays they have evolved yet again. From their golden, center-parting hairstyles to wearing huge potato sacks (which they call baggy clothes), to the present, and the most IRRITATING - blasting of earphones in mrts or buses.&lt;br /&gt;yea, existence of such ppl have been ard for some time, but a recent observation has confirmed the fact that bengs and mahds are now into mental torturing of innocent commuters. Let's take a closer look into this up-and-coming phenomenal crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Case Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commuter:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeo Jing Wen (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Mrt - from Tampines to Boon Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object of torture:&lt;/strong&gt; Creative Mp3 Player with earphones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person charged with guilt:&lt;/strong&gt; A FAT Beng hu is pathetically fair-skinned and im afraid about 99.99% deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario:&lt;/strong&gt; Me boarded train and spotted seat. Elated to get seat as journey to school is far and tedious. Sat down and took out storybook, prepared to read. Suddenly, my ears sensed something annoying. It's coming from the fat beng on my right (hu is also at the same time squashing me). Yep, its unmistakable. I've just become the nearest victim to loud, incessant music coming from his earphones. The lyrics were clear. the head-splitting rock/techno music constantly hit my eardrums with unbelievably huge forces. I turned to stare at him but apparently the beng was not jus deaf, but also BLIND. In the end, i had to put up with the torture all the way to Outram, when he finally heaved his massive butt off the seat to alight. At tt pt, my ears were still ringing. my mind was still in a mess. my book was staring up back at me. i had jus been exposed to a miniature re-enactment of what the prisoners of Guantanamo Bay were sometimes put up to.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's all unite and rid our little city of such pests. hope the gahmen does sth abt this. like maybe fine those hu play their music above a certain decibel point. the next time this happens, im gonna tell the shithead straight in the face to lower the volume. KNS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115868530870259574?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115868530870259574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115868530870259574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115868530870259574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115868530870259574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-help-rid-world-of-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115825046724326113</id><published>2006-09-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:14:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got into south africa for my exchange program...the elation lasted a mere 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;reason? my parents jus told me straight in the face they have absolutely NO money to send me there. den my mom starts blaming me for not working to save up for this when i noe i was gg to apply for it. wth!!&lt;br /&gt;once in a lifetime opportunity is gone. forever. unless money falls fr the sky, or my fairy godmother appears, or i find a genie lamp, or some insanely kind soul gives me money, or my hse starts to print money. If not i canNOT go.&lt;br /&gt;thots of cheetah rides, rain dancing with the tribes or finding a springbok bf is all gone. jus liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grieve-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115825046724326113?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115825046724326113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115825046724326113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115825046724326113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115825046724326113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-into-south-africa-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115816052520688005</id><published>2006-09-13T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:15:25.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHEW! the dreaded HECTIC week is finally OBER!!!! wahahaha. can finally heave a huge sign of relief! but for a short while onli la. haha. after dis the projects and assignments will start piling up agn. arrrrggh...oh well, at least i shall enjoy dis short moment of bliss. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;got a new tuition job-teaching sec 4 chem! like wth rite..but at least its $25/hr. so er...jus put in a lil bit of work to revise my chem lor. sian. ironic. i used to be the worse student in chem and now im teaching others chem. wad goes ard comes ard man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Barnyard. BLARDY FARNI!!!! hahahaha. ppl hu wanna have a good laff pls go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;okay. shall go slack ard somemore den find project stuff. OMG. wad did i say abt the short-term bliss?? waddya i tell ya?!?!&lt;br /&gt;and someone pls rid my cough pls. its blardy irritatin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115816052520688005?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115816052520688005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115816052520688005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115816052520688005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115816052520688005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/09/phew-dreaded-hectic-week-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115738086260455392</id><published>2006-09-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:41:02.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided its time to see a doc regarding my shins and shoulder. continously putting it off due to upcoming and ongoing competitions are takin a toll on them, esp my shins. they hurt even when i stand still or sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: i want hawks to do better in our games. i believe we can do it. we have speedsters, we have smart players. so wad's stoppin us? i haf no idea. maybe lack of experience in touch? maybe the constant mental blockage some of us haf? i admit i lose it at times on the field, mostly out of frustration. but its all out of eagerness to do sth constructive on the field. sigh. i jus hope i haf the abilities to guide the team along. i duno y, but the lack of confidence thingy is starting to surface in me agn - due to my inabliity to lead the team to higher lvls? due to my own lacklustre performances in games? i duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve irwin is dead. RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115738086260455392?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115738086260455392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115738086260455392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115738086260455392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115738086260455392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/09/decided-its-time-to-see-doc-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115738019081256802</id><published>2006-09-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:29:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are VASE winners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115738019081256802?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115738019081256802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115738019081256802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115738019081256802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115738019081256802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-are-vase-winners.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115665112857116272</id><published>2006-08-27T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:58:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midnite 7s - 1 day left.&lt;br /&gt;altho rangers lost all their games on day 1, we know tt we haf more potential than tt. and we are gonna show it to SRC today. We ARE from Blacks womens after all! all that hard training cannot be put to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagedelic!! i sprained my ankle...and i hafta play ltr on. im fallin sick, and i still hafta play ltr on. oh well, cant let anyone down eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Midnite 7s is over, i will feel lost. Nothing to work hard for anymore, nothing to look forward to anymore. Hope 15s starts soon!!! i miss 15s! and this time i MUST make myself go a level higher. I noe i can do it. For now, lets jus focus on the game ltr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115665112857116272?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115665112857116272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115665112857116272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115665112857116272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115665112857116272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/08/midnite-7s-1-day-left.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115591257494629303</id><published>2006-08-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:49:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's complicated. especially affairs of the heart. moral of story? jus be single and free. dun be ruled by your heart. think logically.&lt;br /&gt;uber exhausted. hate sch. trainings are starting to take a toll on my mental health but i enjoy it anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;im rambling and ranting. and i've recently started to use "fuck" more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- frens made in unis tend to last a lifetime - (how true isit???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115591257494629303?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115591257494629303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115591257494629303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115591257494629303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115591257494629303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115522469440455962</id><published>2006-08-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:44:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think i have too much time to spare at nite nowadays...haha. watch alot of korean variety shows on youtube (with eng subs of cos!). but its damn farni...sometimes nicer than taiwan ones i feel. haha. one of them is Xman, and i LOVE their Dangyunhaji (of course) segment. always leave me laffing.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEP talk tml. sian. i jus wanna haf one day at home to rest!!! argh. and my legs are dying. totally. hope it heals by sat.&lt;br /&gt;oh. i seriously need a job now. but i dun wanna teach tuition. shit man. but with all the trainings and stuff gg on...its hard to find a part time job. but i so wanna work at borders or kino! ok...any bookshop'll do. its lovely!&lt;br /&gt;y cant $$ jus fall from the sky?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115522469440455962?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115522469440455962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115522469440455962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115522469440455962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115522469440455962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/08/think-i-have-too-much-time-to-spare-at.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115513401130571164</id><published>2006-08-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:33:31.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooooo tired.....duno wad's wrong with me recently..but i get so tired and slpy so easily. i can slp everywhere i go! shit man....Mr. Sandman pls go away and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;need to see a physio soon, which means spending $ when i am utterly broke. ah...the perils of life.&lt;br /&gt;hall scandals...so glad im away from all of it...oh gosh. im feelin slpy agn. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115513401130571164?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115513401130571164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115513401130571164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115513401130571164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115513401130571164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/08/soooooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115488414542129502</id><published>2006-08-07T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:09:05.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOC is finally over! wad a crazy week. seriously. with jus a few hrs of slp everyday...no wonder i slept like a pig today. altho it wasn't super fun for me, but i felt it was ok...and i will miss everyone in hall!!! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...went tabi's hse for dinner today...yummy soup! haha her mom is soo farni. gonna visit agn soon! after midnight 7s bah...alrite..i feel slpy agn..oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115488414542129502?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115426535443920790</id><published>2006-07-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:15:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHIT. i bloody hell injured my shoulder again. and i think its worse this time. wtf. getting injured agn jus 3 wks before midnight 7s. and 1 wk before NTL. wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115426535443920790?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115426535443920790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115426535443920790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115426535443920790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115426535443920790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/07/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115393109420505879</id><published>2006-07-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:24:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally earned some moolah today...but i noe its gonna be gone in a few days. haha.&lt;br /&gt;been training so much lately i think i will burn out soon. and with FOC comin up = no time to rest!!!!!! omg. i wanna rest so badly.&lt;br /&gt;gg for blood donation tml. woot. duno how im gonna survive sat...hope i dun faint or sth. haha. shud be fine la hor *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, didn noe such a bastard exists in the rugby scene til today. my god. so old already still so childish and his ego is jus soooo huge! gosh. there's no words to descibe him. ok, maybe jus 2 words - fucking bastard. think rucy and xt will noe hu im tokin abt. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115393109420505879?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115393109420505879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i am so confused now. wad shud i do? wad is the rite decision? stuck in a dilemma. responsibilites suck big time. someone help me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115384765135297889?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115384765135297889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115384765135297889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115384765135297889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115384765135297889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-confused-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115338088880162712</id><published>2006-07-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:34:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 2 hrs time i hafta get outta da hse to go training...and i cant freakin pull my butt off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry but im too lazy to go cook for meself.&lt;br /&gt;i shud invent a machine tt feeds me when im at the lappie with any food i crave for at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i wan a pet dog.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn the guitar and improve on my piano skills. it sux.&lt;br /&gt;hope my blardy shoulder will stop aching and lemme start tackling hard agn.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to tan on fri.&lt;br /&gt;i shall get a tattoo on my 21st burfday.&lt;br /&gt;L-word rox.&lt;br /&gt;hope i can jus live life as i wan and yet haf lotsa money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;go kelong, fishing, beach.&lt;br /&gt;gossip and bitch with frens like there's no tml.&lt;br /&gt;get a bf. haha. wth.&lt;br /&gt;become toned dark and hot overnite.&lt;br /&gt;hope my fringe grows back quickly. blardy hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;my calves will stop aching so tt i can train properly ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115338088880162712?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115338088880162712/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115324143297149865</id><published>2006-07-19T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:56:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I duno why, but the whole world's mad about Krispy Kreme. So outta boredom i found krispy kreme's secret. Haha. Click &lt;a href="http://home.howstuffworks.com/krispy-kreme.htm?cid=hsc300"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every day, Krispy Kreme makes about 5 million doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;Every year, they make about 2 billion doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;Every week, they make enough doughnuts to reach from New York to Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;Every year, they use up two Olympic-sized swimming pools worth of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Every year, they use about 1 million pounds of sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;Collectively, Krispy Kreme's stores could make a doughnut stack as high as the Empire State Building (that's 1,454 feet or 443 meters) in only two minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115324143297149865?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115324143297149865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115324143297149865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115324143297149865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115324143297149865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-duno-why-but-whole-worlds-mad-about.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115314459298291143</id><published>2006-07-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:56:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days of senior camp and i'm already tired to the max. and to think tt we didn even do much! i cant bear to think of the actual FOC tt lasts 7 days. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;When i first went back to hall, had fun tokin crap with ppl, havin fun here and there...and was actually reconsidering my action of movin outta hall. BUT by the end of the 3 days, i was more sure than eva tt my decision was right. i've been outta hall for sooo long, i dun belong anywhere. ppl duno me and i duno dem. cliques were rife, and i feel tt the undercurrent is soo strong i cant bear to stay longer. wad the heck. once FOC is over im gone. forever. i duno whether to be elated or not. but i guess no one will care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i've sorta lost heart in hall ppl. everyone seems to be hiding sth from everyone else. even the ppl hu seem to be ur true frens stab u in the back. i duno wad's wad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115314459298291143?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115314459298291143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115314459298291143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115314459298291143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115314459298291143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-days-of-senior-camp-and-im-already.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115165760613185960</id><published>2006-06-30T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:06:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this vid jus now...darn freakin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kittens take their first steps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/0WdmIdgBj6A" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...yest rucy, pok and I came up with a song. Dedicated to sth everyone has experienced at least once in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Title: Tian Xia De Lao Sai Dou Shi Yi Yang De (all the LS in the world is the same) - sung to the tune of "tian xia de ma ma dou shi yi yang de" &lt;p&gt;&lt;tian&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tian xia de lao sai dou shi yi yang de, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tian xia de lao sai dou shi yi yang de....&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh...rucy and i realised the joy and blissfulness of being able to jus sit along a busy stretch of road and people watch, looking at dem rush by; listening to the sounds of busy feet and overlapping voices; pickin out poor innocent victims as we bitch about dem...oh. the joys of freedom and too much time to spare. cherish it. cos u neva noe when u will haf the chance of doin such things again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115165760613185960?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115165760613185960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115165760613185960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115165760613185960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115165760613185960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/06/found-this-vid-jus-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115116848976252349</id><published>2006-06-25T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:01:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bbq at xt's hse.&lt;br /&gt;i ate so much. i am so FULL i feel sick. neva knew such a feelin could exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115116848976252349?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115116848976252349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115116848976252349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115116848976252349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115116848976252349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/06/bbq-at-xts-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-115085857410925087</id><published>2006-06-21T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:56:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nite fitness training. CAN DIE. but heng gene decided to cut down the no of sets to 3 per item. haha. everyone managed to pull thru! but now my butt is aching like hell. think everyone else's is too. hahaha. rem yest everyone were complaining abt their butts. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;oh. i think im such an unlucky person. until now still haven found a good job yet. my younger sis keeps scolding me. make me wanna slap her. she say "y cant u jus find a decent job at some F&amp;amp;B place??" i dun even noe where to start telling her tt im sick of being a part time waitress le!!! even if i go back to sushi tei i onli wanna work on wkends and tt's when im not free now! grrr....so can onli find office hr jobs...but its so hard to find one....omg....jus lemme DIE. i need money so desperately now! shit man.&lt;br /&gt;ok...enuff ranting. now is on to finding a good job. and conc on the midnight 7s deco! yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-115085857410925087?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/115085857410925087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=115085857410925087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115085857410925087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/115085857410925087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-nite-fitness-training.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114969065581796984</id><published>2006-06-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:30:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selected students' guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;cademic success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry so much. The most common mark is between 50 and 65 percent. Nobody gets As except weird brainiacs or scholars. This looks great on graduation day but understand that they have endured years of overbearing parents, endless maths tests and "educational toys" for Christmas presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;University is where a large majority of people experience their first dabblings in the exciting world of homosexuality. The best thing to do is to experiment as freely as possible, but be careful—don't bow to peer pressure. The Gay and Lesbian Societies are huge in all the universities but that doesn't mean they're not annoying self-satisfied pricks who have swallowed so much mid-90s liberal dogma that having a conversation with them is like talking to an insane 90-year-old woman. It's barely-remembered catch phrases and blank expressions the whole time. They're the ones self-righteously handing out sexual advice leaflets and free condoms while you're waiting to get your lunch. Like anybody who's old enough to go to university doesn't know how to avoid sexual diseases and buy their own condoms anyway. And sorry, men who like dressing up in women’s clothes do not qualify as a social group. It's a sexual foible. Should we have support groups, pamphlets and long public meetings about empowering people who buy underwear three sizes too small or people who like fat hairy Greek taxi drivers who dollop ladels of yoghurt on their gigantic hairy balls while they're waiting to pick up a fare?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nsanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Year two affects some people like a mini mid-life crisis. There's the realisation that you've pissed away your first year and that now, all of a sudden, you've got to start getting yourself together or the whole thing will be a gigantic waste. This is where the weak-minded and the druggies start to wobble and develop signs of madness—like not coming out of their rooms for days, cutting themselves, crying out of context etc. These people need your help. Talk to them honestly about how much they're fucking themselves up and if, after six months, they show no signs of responding, then force them to quit university, rethink everything and go back to real life. Unless they're setting fire to your house or killing animals, DO NOT take them near any on-campus psychiatric units. If you get detained, you are fucked forever. Remember Angelina Jolie in Girl Interrupted? The reality is a million times worse. You'll be plunged into a twilight world of really strong sedatives, cigarette-smoke-filled dayrooms, constant yelling, farting, puking, crying and people who are thirty years older than you waking you up in the middle of the night crying and asking to borrow your clothes. Flirting with heroin and burglary is less risky than flirting with the mental health system. You have no fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;obs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a leech with rich misguided parents, you have to get a job at uni. It keeps you in touch with the real world outside of student life and gives you a sense of perspective in between the all-night wine drinking and three hour lectures about social media trend predicting. FACT: If you have a job, an internship or work experience while at university, the chances of you getting a job when you leave are quadrupled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;nowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of this is the main reason you're at university. Just a reminder. Like we said before, it's costing you at least $10,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;attoos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go nuts. Traditional is always best though. No Chinese tummy tattoos for girls. No logo of any band unless it’s Crass, Eyehategod, Black Flag, Misfits or Motorhead. Bands like that designed their logos so they’d look good as tattoos. No graffiti tattoos. No mystic symbols. A red devil on the arse of a drunken 35-year-old swinger mum of three is a million times better than getting an AK-47 on your leg because you’re trying to divert attention away from the fact that you’re the biggest fucking dweeb in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114969065581796984?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114969065581796984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114969065581796984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114969065581796984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114969065581796984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/06/selected-students-guide-academic.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114930834172550737</id><published>2006-06-03T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:19:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sensed sth amiss when prisc called at 7am. the news hit me at noon when i saw the msg. broke down. it took so long to sink in. but has it? i duno wad the feeling is now.&lt;br /&gt;gene's letter expressed all our words, our emotions. but it is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;will forever miss you. stepping onto the fields will never feel the same again. trainings will always resonate with ur laughter, ur encouragements, ur positivity. drinking and eating tea leaf eggs/ chicken wings/ almost everything will feel different. ur presence will always be felt.&lt;br /&gt;remember my best game with u at BKK 2005. how u hit me on the head to spur me on when im about to give up. how u psyched us up before each game. ur never ending energy every morning when everyone is barely awake. ur funny antics. being the great bunk mate up in sydney. being the great senior u are. being the most wonderful friend/ teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;you are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;and the memory cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;didn we find the ecstacy, didn we share the daylight&lt;br /&gt;when u walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;now and forever, i'll remember&lt;br /&gt;all the promises still unbroken&lt;br /&gt;and think abt all the words btwn us, tt never needed to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a moment&lt;br /&gt;just one moment&lt;br /&gt;tt will last beyond a dream, beyond a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;we are the lucky ones, some ppl never get to do&lt;br /&gt;all we got to do&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;i will always think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn we come together&lt;br /&gt;didn we live together&lt;br /&gt;didn we cry together&lt;br /&gt;didn we play together&lt;br /&gt;didn we love together&lt;br /&gt;and together we lit up the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the days&lt;br /&gt;i miss the laughter&lt;br /&gt;i miss the day we met and all tt followed after&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could always be with u&lt;br /&gt;the way we used to do&lt;br /&gt;oh, now and forever&lt;br /&gt;i will always think of you&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;i will always be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114930834172550737?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114930834172550737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114930834172550737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114930834172550737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114930834172550737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/06/sensed-sth-amiss-when-prisc-called-at.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114900314587487096</id><published>2006-05-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:32:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ultimate packed days despite the fact tt i am unemployed and its the hols. great. and its the june hols now. which means tt the streets are packed with irritating youngsters. argh. someone take a machine gun and kill them all pls.&lt;br /&gt;i haf no idea whether muddy murphy's hired me...they could haf called me when i was in malaysia...oops...well, time to find another job den! hope i get my sis' job. pls pls pls....i will jus tolerate one/two mths of work for some money!&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, trainings are stepping up. means time to get my fat arse movin again. hur. ultimate bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114900314587487096?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114900314587487096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114900314587487096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114900314587487096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114900314587487096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/ultimate-packed-days-despite-fact-tt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114840216360771468</id><published>2006-05-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:36:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently i cant stay at home bummin like i used to. i get bored in less than 3 hrs. wad is happenin to me?!?! wierd huh.&lt;br /&gt;went to ask for job at muddy murphy's with loo today. interview on thurs. hope we get the job!! lovely place plus lotsa tips. haha. pls pls lemme get it. i need it badly. but hor...the uniform there abit the erm...ugly. it flares open at the midriff...wth. maybe i can wear sth else inside...goshness. i cant let my tummy spill out like duno wad shit. scare all the customers away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i hate intersem already? oh yeah....i did. but im not afraid to mention it again. I HATE INTERSEM. gettit? argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114840216360771468?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114840216360771468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114840216360771468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114840216360771468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114840216360771468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/recently-i-cant-stay-at-home-bummin.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114832005780753486</id><published>2006-05-23T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:47:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who: Boot camp survivor&lt;br /&gt;Status: seriously bad aches in the legs. moderate aches around abdominal area.&lt;br /&gt;Recovery status: moderate.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a helluva wkend man! haha. enjoyed it til the very end. love blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed yuehong's bday dinner today...sorry man! had to attend fun touch meeting. fixtures are a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. ntu touch is havin trainings on mon, wed &amp; fri?!?! wth. i cant commit. wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn slpy now. still got lessons early tml. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114832005780753486?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114832005780753486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114832005780753486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114832005780753486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114832005780753486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-boot-camp-survivor-status.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114779080693146364</id><published>2006-05-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:46:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another tiring french day...my brain is being bombarded with french. je ne comprend pas francais!!! je suis un peu etudiante! boohoo! and there's an upcomin french test dis thurs?!?! wth. fun hols indeed. oh well, at least there are some jokers in class to keep things gg...and there are still lotsa things to look forward to, like fun touch, boot camp, kelong...=)&lt;br /&gt;went to have brownie at spagheddie's today at marina square with pee, bing and loo. yummy! so long neva see bing liao...finally get to see her, and haf crazee fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;recently reconsidering the option of stayin another sem in hall...it seems so tempting to stay at home, with all the comfort in the world, and stay happy and healthy. on the other hand, travelling can be a BITCH. and well, there is always some lil part of me tt still wanna keep in touch with the hall ppl...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay...i m officially BORED. ran out of shows to watch for now. anyone!!!! got new shows to intro?!?!?! jus tell me ok!!! oh oh! DA VINCI CODE in 2 more days!!!!!!! hahahhahaa. excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114779080693146364?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114779080693146364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114779080693146364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114779080693146364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114779080693146364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-tiring-french-day.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114762280651459130</id><published>2006-05-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:06:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiring weekend. Saturday went to play SMU touch carnival. played like shit. as usual. ha. today had 7s game with NZ navy girls. it was a good comeback game tho. so long neva play contact le, and today we had to play with big sized nz girls. i admit, before the whole thing started, i was totally not in the mood to play. but after tt, i realised how much i missed contact. =) i miss the good old days when i was still fit enuff to run ard the field, tackling and clearing. miss those sydney days, those bangkok days....ah well....memories...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114762280651459130?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114762280651459130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114762280651459130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114762280651459130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114762280651459130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/tiring-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114745360730459616</id><published>2006-05-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:06:47.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went sentosa today to get a tan. met up with long time no see frens like ros and kwek! but everyone still like super gam, had real great time together. sooo happy!!! and yep, i've got darker! hahaha, tho its not super obvious la...&lt;br /&gt;saw soo many hot babes at sentosa today tt i feel damn inferior. haha. will work hard to get tt bod man! anywayz, me, loo, pee and ros stayed at mac to tok for damn long after dinner. we toked abt everything under the sun. from bloody unhygenic ah-tiongs to ros' bf to our families. and we still had so much to tok abt when we left. haha. i lurve my girlfrens.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to meet up agn soon. i haf great frens. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114745360730459616?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114745360730459616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114745360730459616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114745360730459616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114745360730459616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-sentosa-today-to-get-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114707823675661950</id><published>2006-05-08T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:50:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. woke up at 730 dis morn to travel allllll the way to ntu to listen to a TOTALLY useless briefing abt foc. freak. made me sweat for nuthin.&lt;br /&gt;totally busy busy busy dis wk! haha. packed to the max man! (ok...not exactly THE max). and its time to look for a job le. dammit. y cant money jus fall fr the sky or sth. kana sai.&lt;br /&gt;finally returned to Blacks training after duno how long AGAIN. haha. its seriously sickening to noe tt ur fitness level has fallen wayyyy below anything else. man...i cant even keep up a 5 mins realignment drill! wth. anyway...happi thots....whiled my nite away with the blacks girls. wooh! SUPER long time neva do tt le. hahahaha. niceee. how i hope life is always so boh. hur.&lt;br /&gt;okay. its the 1st time since a long time i felt so irritated by someone. ha. blacks ppl shud noe hu i tokin abt la. iyo...super spoilt brat hu thinks she noes everything. piang eh. yest realli is duno whether to laff or cry.&lt;br /&gt;yeah! rucy is finally gg to start on my sneakers! yay yay yay! will haf a nice new customised pair of sneakers soon! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114707823675661950?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114707823675661950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114707823675661950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114707823675661950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114707823675661950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114685323231048330</id><published>2006-05-06T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:20:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the photos to some of the outings dis week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shisha at Sahara with my beloved hall mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2553.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feasting with long time girlfrens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/ef265c44mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/ef265c0eMod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/ef265c3cmod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/ef265c4bmod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114685323231048330?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114685323231048330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114685323231048330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114685323231048330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114685323231048330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-are-photos-to-some-of-outings-dis.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114650615413142619</id><published>2006-05-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:32:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha. got free MI3 premier tix! kudos to peepee! =)&lt;br /&gt;nice show, lotsa action, but ending's rather lame. oh well....u cant expect too much can u?! hur. k. nth much to update. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114650615413142619?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114650615413142619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114650615413142619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114650615413142619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114650615413142619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114612282000766121</id><published>2006-04-27T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:27:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha. too much time on my hands...and nothing nagging at the baq of my brain. wonderful! watched Lost season 2 til 6 am last nite. exciting like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im aching all over from touch trainin yest...wth. used to be able to get thru blacks fitness w/o aching...and now? and my confidence lvl is droppin again...until negative infinity...yea tryin to get it back...tryin hard man. even my teammates and the coach are losin confidence in me. so its all down to myself rite? show confidence and others will too in u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im such a great procrastinator. realli shud change tt nasty lil characteristic of mine. heh. yesh. gg to move everything baq home fr hall ltr in the day. my hse is gonna be messy agn with all the junk im gonna bring baq. muaha. poor mommy's gonna get a headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realli wanna go overseas and relac. altho im liberated fr exams but still feel sth is missin. i need to get out of singapore! dis small lil red dot on the world map. dis politically safe ctry (wokays...PAP jus lost their power in Spore...maybe things are starting to change). dis ctry tt does not support or is open minded enuff towards opposing views fr the young towards the govt. dis ctry tt seems to be constantly upgrading every single piece of land it has....dis dis...ok enuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline: i jus need to go overseas. even for a few days. fly away.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114612282000766121?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114612282000766121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114612282000766121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114612282000766121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114612282000766121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/04/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114597448621738494</id><published>2006-04-25T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:14:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIBERATION has never tasted sooo GOOD. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;24th April, Mon. end of last paper. vickie, luannie, cheryl and I rushed off to wheelock to haf fine lunching at Sun with Moon jap dining. yummylicious!!! i had the BEST sashimi i've ever tasted in my entire life, and the BEST green tea ice cream ever!!! omigad.&lt;br /&gt;den vickie, luannie and i  decided to go for eyebrow threading at Browhaus. boy, was it painful! budden...it was worth it! hur. poor cheryl had to make her own way to far east for hair treatment alone first...den we met up with her. too bad she had to leave early la...the rest of us continued to shop and had dinner...typical day out. but it felt realli good! maybe cos we've not stepped into town since like lemme see....2 mths ago?!?! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: went suntec with my younger sis jus for free Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice-cream!!! WAHAHAHA. i had Chocolate Fudge Brownie. *drools* den we headed off to find my aunt hu works in suntec la...and we bought a bicycle from carrefour!!! hahaha. soo happy! its comin tml! =) its mainly for grocery purposes la...so we had a basket fitted onto it. gosh. seems so auntie rite. ha. oh wellz...judgind by the amt i've typed, it seems like i haf alot of time hor...which is EXACTLY the situation now! MUAHAHAHAHA. im havin a great time rottin away. hur. so long den. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114597448621738494?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114597448621738494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114597448621738494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114597448621738494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114597448621738494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/04/liberation-has-never-tasted-sooo-good.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114559754612374126</id><published>2006-04-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:32:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its reaching the last paper. its the most dreaded paper since im TOTALLY clueless abt the subject - stats. like i neva go lectures or tutorials for it...and now im left with 3 days to pia for it. and yet i cant get my blardy heavy ass down at the table to study. the biggest tempation and distraction being *ahem* the computer and of cas the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i've developed a strong liking for music of the jazz, blues soul, and mellow rock genre. mmm....simply wonderful to chill to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go "Sun with Moon" with the xiao bunch on Mon after the paper!!! YIPEE!!! but for now, back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114559754612374126?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114559754612374126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114559754612374126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114559754612374126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114559754612374126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-reaching-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114499716166178476</id><published>2006-04-14T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:46:01.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Countdown: 10 more days to liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utterly disappointed. plans to go thai might jus fall thru in the end. dammit. maybe i jus go up myself for a coupla days? tempting idea. but scary. im a frenless gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim: work immediately after exams. earn moolah. brush up swimming skills. learn scuba divin. go wakeboardin. get a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smilin already :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114499716166178476?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114499716166178476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114499716166178476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114499716166178476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114499716166178476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/04/countdown-10-more-days-to-liberation.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114430223941963646</id><published>2006-04-06T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:43:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a vivid image of myself jumpin off a building last nite. isit a sign? i haf no idea.&lt;br /&gt;wad the fuck is happenin to me?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still feel happi ard u gals. u gals are the bestest thing tt haf eva happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114430223941963646?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114430223941963646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114430223941963646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114430223941963646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114430223941963646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-had-vivid-image-of-myself-jumpin-off.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114381072314190498</id><published>2006-03-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:12:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FUCK LA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tell me its due to exam stress. tell me its due to work. tell me it will all be over soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114381072314190498?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114381072314190498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114381072314190498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114381072314190498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114381072314190498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114331724525283370</id><published>2006-03-26T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:07:25.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;can i jus leave and run away?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can pull thru dis time...jus let me pull thru alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u always so nice to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;and i cant seem to not tok to u for a day...wth.&lt;br /&gt;jus go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114331724525283370?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114331724525283370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114331724525283370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114331724525283370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114331724525283370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114287533459598777</id><published>2006-03-21T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:22:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;dis is abit late...but here are the pics to pee's surprise bday!! hurhur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2398.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_2424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_2424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!! damn fun! hurhur. wad u dunch see is the aftermath of us spraying streamers and runnin ard banging doors and screaming wildly. haha. i lurve springing surprise parties on ppl! keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait cant wait cant wait to go thailand!!!! its the thing i look forward to the most now!!! the food, the place, the culture. gosh. i love thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, rucy, rem to help me buy Mooks k!!!! hee.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the meet the bfs sessions will be comin up soon! manda!!! watch out for it ok!  muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114287533459598777?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114287533459598777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114287533459598777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114287533459598777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114287533459598777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/dis-is-abit-late.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114260488914329262</id><published>2006-03-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:14:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Places i wanna go:&lt;br /&gt;cambodia. new zealand. australia outback. thailand. africa. venice. vienna. switzerland.cuba - &lt;a href="www.SHEN.be"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i wish i have:&lt;br /&gt;an mp3 player. a lomo cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events i wanna attend:&lt;br /&gt;Mosaic. Singapore 7s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i wanna learn:&lt;br /&gt;motorbike. guitar. diving. drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i wanna hurry up get it over with:&lt;br /&gt;driving test. exams. school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. was late for accting quiz today for nearly half an hour. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;looloo owes me a treat to coffee bean. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114260488914329262?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114260488914329262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114260488914329262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114260488914329262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114260488914329262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/places-i-wanna-go-cambodia.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114250303370792676</id><published>2006-03-16T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:57:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. im bored so imma gonna ramble.&lt;br /&gt; dun wanna study accting quiz....wanna slp. AAAAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wanna go choir dinner. y must go dis kind of thing?!?! rah.&lt;br /&gt;and i foresee my 3 mths hols is gonna be gone. to recce-ing, trainings and dis means lil ime left for work. sai. i still wanna go so many places. wanna go backpackin. guess its outta the pic now. alrite. gonna catch a nap. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114250303370792676?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114250303370792676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114250303370792676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114250303370792676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114250303370792676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114224198438805556</id><published>2006-03-13T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:26:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG!! Singapore 7s is back!!!! muahahahaha. happy beyond words. 8th-9th April. tix sellin now at early bird px. MUST GO!!! BUT no more volunteering dis yr man...gonna be a HAPPY spectator and sing and party like hell. wahahaha. NZ will win agn dis yr. but Orene Aii's not in the squad...but Ellison is!! woot! Super shuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. i dun care if its like 2 days before my driving test or 3 days before my 1st paper. dis is most likely the last Singapore 7s le. must catch it no matter wad. as i've said earlier. OH MY GAD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-elated-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114224198438805556?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114224198438805556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114224198438805556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114224198438805556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114224198438805556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-omg-omg-singapore-7s-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114206547756179096</id><published>2006-03-11T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:24:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so smart of me....neva bring anything baq at all to study. and jus when i happen to haf some free time to mug. soooo very smart.&lt;br /&gt;ookkaayyy....i wana go IT fair but noone go with me...sian.&lt;br /&gt;and i am such a great procrastinator i should get an award for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a song by a Beatle:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a song featuring piano as the main instrument:&lt;br /&gt;flight of the bumblebee by Maksim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a song with a woman's name as the title:&lt;br /&gt;christine by Ben Jelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a song with a man's name in the title:&lt;br /&gt;clint eastwood by Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a song about money:&lt;br /&gt;money money money by ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a song with weather in the title:&lt;br /&gt;no sunshine when she's gone by The Lighthouse Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A song with parentheses in the title (these are parentheses):&lt;br /&gt;punk guy (cos he does punk things) by NOFX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. a song made by a punk band:&lt;br /&gt;the idiots are takin over by NOFX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a song with the word "song" in the title:&lt;br /&gt;song about a song by Eyedea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A song you love so much you stop and listen whenever you hear it/ put it on repeat mode and never get sick of it:&lt;br /&gt;i say a little prayer for you by Aretha Franklin/My Best Fren's Wedding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114206547756179096?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114206547756179096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114206547756179096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114206547756179096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114206547756179096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-smart-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114183890038441516</id><published>2006-03-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T01:28:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looloo's not ard in hall....feels blardy quiet and bored. y ish the hall soo quiet?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;celebrated grace's bday yest...it was CHAOTIC! thot by hiding in the room we wud be able to escape the cake fight, but we were sooo wrong....as i opened the door, sandy pounced on me and smeared choc cake on my arm and shirt! argh. den she called out to leslie to come, and yar he came in with his shoes!!!! looloo and cheng thot they wud be safe by running onto the bed but the scary leslie actually ran onto the bed! heng he neva dirty the bed man! wah...the corridoor was totally smeared with cake ok! like a whole lot of SAI liddat. wah lau eh. poor auntie hu has to clean up in the morn!&lt;br /&gt;dokay. supposed to start driving dis week! but totally no time la! oh shit. damn scared now. i MUST start driving next wk no matter wad!&lt;br /&gt;exams are comin....but i totally dun feel it! gosh. wad is wrong with me?!?! there's still so much gg on its drivin me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if the june china trip clashes with my intersem den too bad le! i gg to apply for sem 1 liao. too bad lor. den i shall cheer the rest of the team on in singapore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;wow. super long entry. gtg now. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114183890038441516?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114183890038441516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114183890038441516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114183890038441516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114183890038441516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/looloos-not-ard-in-hall.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114162668205169738</id><published>2006-03-06T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:31:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. been so busy lately tt i haven blogged abt so much stuff!&lt;br /&gt;i missed out the Fort Minor concert, the shisha-ing and manda's bday! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;alrite alritey, jus taking a lil time out now to ramble abt some stuff, after i went to haf a afternoon nap and ended up missing my 3 hr FM seminar. hur. wadeva. i need a good rest. and FM sux.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thinkin of gg reading room to study...but sth is holding me back. so here i am with the stats book opened b4 me and nth done as usual.&lt;br /&gt;y o y is the whole world finding love but me?!?! hahahahah. gettin abit xiao here. got so many things to say yet cant say. oolala. alrite. better do the tuts for the past few wks! haha. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114162668205169738?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114162668205169738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114162668205169738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114162668205169738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114162668205169738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114115563052732432</id><published>2006-03-01T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:40:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Present situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;room's in a mess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;table's in a mess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bed's in a mess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wardrobe's in a mess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;basically my room is a wreck. great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning to all: PLS BE CAREFUL ABOUT HU U BEFRIEND.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dun end up like me, kana sai. frens u thot u cared about and hu cared about u turned out to be the worst ppl ever. after the illusory cover has shed itself, the truth comes to light. tt kind of person befrens u to make use of u. take u for granted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What i feel like doin now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;send death letters to tt person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pour red paint on tt person's door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slap tt person left right up down center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kick tt person rite down there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pluck out all the hair on tt freakin head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chop off all the limbs (so u will stop shakin and wriggling - what u call dancing - everywhere u go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dig out those digusting eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wipe tt DISGUSTING smile off ur face by tearing off ur mouth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray hard for u - to get knocked down by a car or jus to let the tutors notice u and give u ur deserved "credit"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. realise getting more peronal as the list continues...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alrite. getting prepared for a happy day ahead tml! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114115563052732432?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114115563052732432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114115563052732432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114115563052732432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114115563052732432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/03/present-situation-rooms-in-messtables.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114104809418381391</id><published>2006-02-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:48:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>term-brk is finally over. wad a hectic week man. kana sai. still call wad break. at least now 2 more heavy work down. accounting proj and FM quiz! yesh. altho didn do well for both. shitz.&lt;br /&gt;so now is left er....3 more projects and a mountain of tutorials and catchin up with lectures. haha. not much not much. (like shit)&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! dis wed gonna go FORT MINOR concert! RUCY!!! so excitin! hahahhaa. rem to bring cam ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, now updates abt rugby. summer touch sux. TS shud do sth abt their league man. i mean, wad organiser holds such a big league, and haf no shelter setup, no food, no balls of their own!?!?! kaoz. and TS is jus a super duper fuckin money eatin machine. sigh. shall not scold dem anymore. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. its gettin more stressful playin with ntu....not cos they are not nice ppl. its jus cos dey are too strong. i feel like crap in there man! wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i gonna pia my work now. ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114104809418381391?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114104809418381391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114104809418381391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114104809418381391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114104809418381391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/term-brk-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114053875138987831</id><published>2006-02-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:19:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im gonna suffer from depression...one nite in hall alone and i feel dis desperate horrid pang of loneliness and sadness. duno wad's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haf a bad yr ahead of me with tech stuff. my new hp is spoilt. thx to the heavy rain during summer touch. stupid turfcity! cant dey build a shelter or sth?!?! and my lappie was working fine a while ago, and now as i re-on it, it is totally bonkers. no sound, display format become like those kind of Win95 era, omg. jus kill me. i feel so super duper guilty abt my fone and now dis has to happen to me. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis term break sux. y isit tt ppl can stay at home for the entire wk while i hafta stay in hall for more than half the wk?!?! and i need to break away for awhile. dis is totally sucking away my life. feel myself suffocating so. the work seems never-ending, and more jus seems to come. i wanna get a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a moment of fun with Wang Cai, our hall cat. it came into my room with me in the dark, until my fren yelped. haha. sooo cute. here it is nua-ing on "felicia" (my rug).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/fa%20cai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114053875138987831?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114053875138987831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114053875138987831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114053875138987831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114053875138987831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-im-gonna-suffer-from.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-114027432392586997</id><published>2006-02-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:52:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer touch league. NTU v UWC. 2-5. super disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;i admit tt it was wierd playin for dem, after all its my 1st game with NTU. and i was stressed out when Anne put me in first 6.&lt;br /&gt;1st half was crap. 2nd half was worse. as Anne put it, "we deserved to lose". drop balls, rising tempers, low morale, lack of communication....no matter how talented our team is individually, it is a team game after all. and today was jus realli realli disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i was personally waiting for the seniors to perform their magic. but after a while, i realised they were also taking the effort to guide me along in the game. i thot i was quite a burden leh...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;came home to check mail, and dawn sent us all an email as a wake up call. i guess its time NTU start to play some real touch rugby. we haf the talent after all. ok, after today's game, i suddenly feel part of NTU touch more, and wanna play for them.&lt;br /&gt;ok. not forgetting Blacks....the poor girls...so little players + the hot sun...gosh. dey are fit. go Blacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am utterly stressed out. jus check out my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Feb-Apr: Mon &amp; Wed - NTU touch&lt;br /&gt;                  Thur - Blacks trainin (if possible)&lt;br /&gt;                  Sat - summer touch&lt;br /&gt;                  Sun - Blacks&lt;br /&gt;                  PROJECTS + EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;May-July: Hall 7 FOC&lt;br /&gt;                    Contact rugby - shenyang tour&lt;br /&gt;                    Work for moolahs&lt;br /&gt;                    Go vacation&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. tt's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kill me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-114027432392586997?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/114027432392586997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=114027432392586997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114027432392586997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/114027432392586997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/summer-touch-league.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113998715619015876</id><published>2006-02-15T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:05:56.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At holland V celebrating V-day last nite. ate so much we nearly exploded. ha. and the sight of couples everywhere sent us into hysteria. haha. nonetheless, we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly and found new meaning to the day called friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/Image007.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Image007.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/Image023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Image023.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           hey hey! dis pic gg at $20 bid! anyone keen? hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/Picture1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Picture1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     pretty pretty! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/Image006.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Image006.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/Image022.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Image022.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Twins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and dun think tt's the end of last nite. when we reached ntu, libing called loo and i to announce tt pee had 2 bouquets of flowers fr. her secret admirers!!!! wahahaha. den we rushed over to their hall to check it out and resulted in total noise and chaos. after the peak died down, it was loo's turn, as pz turned up to give her prezies too!(she oso got flowers fr. zeming)  piang eh. as libing said, "wennie, lets hug each other and cry it all outtie..." muahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh* when will mine come??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113998715619015876?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113998715619015876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113998715619015876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113998715619015876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113998715619015876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-holland-v-celebrating-v-day-last.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113982402141102419</id><published>2006-02-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:47:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>accounting quiz - flunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so very tired. mountains of work piling non-stop. trainings are increasing. wanna commit yet haf so much to think of first. so many things in the way. duno how u 2 cope. total madness. xiao ge lao sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met steph aka ninja turtle at NTU today. she was promotin some iYouth thingy...and the mosaic event. so i signed up(free la!) and paid $10 for a party at dxo on 25th feb. hm...not bad la huh...gimme a break during the recess wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and here's the pics of my dad's mini bday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Picture%20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Picture%20108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/Picture%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113982402141102419?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113982402141102419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113982402141102419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113982402141102419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113982402141102419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/accounting-quiz-flunk.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113966759404975345</id><published>2006-02-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:19:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went shopping for dad's bday present today with my sistas. ended up buying an OSIM iPamper after contemplating over a shirt and a watch. ha. at least the whole family can use it. den celebrated dad's bday with a strawberry mousse cake. good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a Fossil watch tt cost me $108 after 20% discount. LURVE it to bits. so much for wanting the addidas watch so much before huh. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/AM3695.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/AM3695.gif" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. gtg. so much work undone. dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113966759404975345?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113966759404975345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113966759404975345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113966759404975345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113966759404975345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-shopping-for-dads-bday-present.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113946335047993843</id><published>2006-02-09T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:35:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[listens - ah tiong tutor, stats tutorial]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha. in stats class rite now. dis is wad happens when u haf class in an IT lab. hee.&lt;br /&gt;haf absolutely no idea wad he's tokin abt. wad (and i quote) "dis one, dis one and dis one". wth. but sometimes i find him a lil bit pathetic and kelian. hmm...(think i'll get over tt rather fast tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am havin the worse week of my life. so much work to hand in next week, and yet so lil time to do them. SHIT. y is dis sem so hard to pass?!?!?!?! gosh. and haf to spend so much $$$!!! where's my god of fortune dis yr?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to pee's hall agn last nite cos minger came...ha. missed my 1st class today at 1030. heng its not any impt class. oh wellz...wad to do leh...and ren came!!! haha. heard abt the exciting story abt the disgusting Jonathan! well done meng! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is coming...and guess wad! (no prizes) yesh..its gonna be another lonely one agn! gosh. recruiting more ppl into our singles club. come come! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wad's gone cannot be brought back-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113946335047993843?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113946335047993843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113946335047993843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113946335047993843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113946335047993843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/listens-ah-tiong-tutor-stats-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113923489115849425</id><published>2006-02-06T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:08:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i wish i could go back to the hols after 'A's....no hw, no shitty commitments like sch or hall, and all the money u can get from work. even though there were some pretty tough trainings den, it was all wunderful stuff...compared to sch work!!!! wtf. and i miss gg to old airport road to haf eggs and tao pok after gym, havin late dinners at adam's road and most of all my fitness! argh. give it back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz...my comin one week hols is totally gonna be burnt(kk NUS ppl...i noe i haf no mid-term tests but still.....) by make-up lessons, fund raisings, work work work! SHIT. to think i was happily dreaming gg to BKK during dis break. CHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite! im darn excited about organising the Blacks Fun Touch 2006 with the rest! hahaha. predict unlimited fun and havoc! all the young ones are gonna be in charge cos the seniors in charge of Blacks 7s...hope dis yr's fun touch will turn out bigger &amp; better than before! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...last of all...leavin u guys with a picture of basically wad i might turn into in time to come. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/1237334978.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113923489115849425?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113923489115849425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113923489115849425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113923489115849425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113923489115849425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-i-wish-i-could-go-back-to-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113894808124567745</id><published>2006-02-03T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:28:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. im not supposed to be here...like using the comp and all. cos there's jus MOUNTAINS of work to be done!!! argh. but wad to do...the more work there is the more u dun feel like doin. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. due to some complications, im gonna play summer touch for NTU...but its rather scary cos everyone else in the team is so so super good...leaving me down there like a pile of shit. rah. at least they are nice ppl! =) enjoy playin with dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blacks recruitment drive is comin....and none of my frens are willing to go. wtf. oh wellz...too bad den. and they put all the young ones as ICs for the day...how smart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get down to my hw now...still gotta work ltr. SHIT. wad a sucky day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113894808124567745?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113894808124567745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113894808124567745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113894808124567745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113894808124567745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113837669496051500</id><published>2006-01-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:44:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah! CNY CNY CNY! marhar. altho im down with the flu and sore throat, thy shall not give in to unwanted evil viruses! i m still gonna plunge into all those delicious new year goodies and eat til im fat like duno wad....(which i already am la). bought nice shirts and a cheap and gorgeous pair of shoes yest! woot! see me transform ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113837669496051500?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113837669496051500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113837669496051500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113837669496051500'/><link rel='self' 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ran across the road without lookin out for traffic, wringed and torn a fuckin asshole's shirt, and dialed 999.&lt;br /&gt;today has been a totally super duper tiring day, full of drama, anger, fear, excitement and running. for loo, pee and bing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113829926816899081?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113829926816899081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113829926816899081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113829926816899081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113829926816899081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/01/men-bastards.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113803803144917311</id><published>2006-01-24T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:40:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113803803144917311?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113803803144917311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113803803144917311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113803803144917311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113803803144917311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113751129762829951</id><published>2006-01-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:21:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a new phone! yeah! after my plan has expired for like ONE YEAR!!!! bah.&lt;br /&gt;i got 6111...a new and cheap nokia, but i absolutely LOVE it. heehee. the more i use it the more it grows on me! *muaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am soooo tired rite now yet i haf to force myself to read the all-time blardy disgusting shitty financial management text. grrr....think i'll jus zzz after the first page. marhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the 1st cinematic pleasures lecture today. wah seh! the lecturer is SUPER farni! and it is realli realli interesting, wad with sociology being included into the film analysis....absolutely lurve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Note to u all: i duno wad is ur problem but i cant stand the fact tt u all pretend to greet us when u obviously dont want to. too bad for u if u dun like us. we are fuckin nice ppl and jus treat it as u all failed to make another coupla of super nice frens. and stop being so fake and superficial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113751129762829951?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113751129762829951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113751129762829951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113751129762829951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113751129762829951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-new-phone-yeah-after-my-plan-has.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113723221928851185</id><published>2006-01-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:50:19.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh...pardon me for the late update. too busy lately. and so blardy tired! i actually pon work today cos i couldn't wake up, so bluff dem i had fever. hur. so there goes my pay for today...gosh. and to think i still wanna buy so much stuff. hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined NTU touch recently, and i had to admit its a great feelin to be able to play with so many good players. u jus naturally get driven and wanna run as fast as u can on the field. and they aren't all tt bad ppl too! ha. quite farni bunch. their fitness trainin is like nothin compared to Blacks' but it still left me in pain for a coupla days (must be due to long time slacking!) ok. now i cant wait for Blacks training to resume! i miss contact!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolutions neva seem to persist. like neva eating heavy supper again, or to be a hardworking student. sigh. like rite now, my FM text is lying open in front of me yet im not casting a single glance at it. waha. poor lil bookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now im still thinking of my pumps and berms i saw the other day. *sigh* better start savin up now. im determined. k gtg bathe to get ready for dinner at sentosa tonite! wahaha. yeah! ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113639221580255827</id><published>2006-01-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:43:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i failed my 1st driving test. horribly. haha. im actually hurting deep down inside. realli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! meeting up with Linana tml for supper!!! finally! and she's driving!!! omg omg omg. so exciting! muahahaha. cant wait to tok til the sun rises! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. me and loo cleaned up our room and rearranged the furniture. i even decorated my wall with pictures! yeah! now it looks kinda cosy. hee. now its waitin for loo to decorate her side of the rm. &amp; im not done with my side yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the entire day today slacking ard watching shows on my lappie and in the tv lounge. oh! and i went to the gym alone! finally did it! great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the hell can the bunch of us go clubbing together?!?! gosh. i dun mind pubbing either. it sounds nice too...oh and i wanna go holland v!! im an ulu kia. neva been there before. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i wanna get a new phone. my 2-yr plan had expired for nearly a year!!! yesh i cant believe it too. i deserve a new phone totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new books i wanna get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/7998725_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/7998725_F_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/7895030_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/7895030_F_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/33236690_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/33236690_F_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/7895029_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/7895029_F_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/10890781_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/10890781_F_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113639221580255827?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113639221580255827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113639221580255827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113639221580255827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113639221580255827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-failed-my-1st-driving-test.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113593603473193146</id><published>2005-12-30T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:47:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun want sch to start. i dun want sch to start. i dun want sch to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113593603473193146?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113593603473193146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113593603473193146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113593603473193146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113593603473193146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dun-want-sch-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113579725235276851</id><published>2005-12-29T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T03:14:12.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feelin rather upset. abt myself. great. i feel like i always manage to piss ppl off. i hate it esp when its my dear frens. wad a wonderful ability. plus i feel tt hall ppl are ostracising loo and me. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;someone gimme the "Best Social Skills" award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113579725235276851?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113579725235276851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113579725235276851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113579725235276851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113579725235276851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2005/12/feelin-rather-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113552687401051908</id><published>2005-12-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:07:54.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy busy week ahead. sick and tired of havin to earn money for every single thing i do. and i still cant get any students for tuition yet. shit.&lt;br /&gt;and im positive tt im gonna fail driving test. bwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/image_IMG_4087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/image_IMG_4087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda like dis pig and wad it signifies. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113552687401051908?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113552687401051908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113552687401051908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113552687401051908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113552687401051908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2005/12/busy-busy-week-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113545488865700676</id><published>2005-12-25T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T04:25:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in serious need of some crazy fun. like REAL crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/image_party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/image_party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/IMG_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/IMG_3706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/image_neon%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/image_neon%20dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                                                       Lurve dis &lt;a href="http://www.viceland.com/issues/v12n8/htdocs/parent.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i got off vice.&lt;br /&gt;*Warnining: not for the faint hearted &amp; it is seriously jus a joke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books i realli wanna get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/0743251148.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/0743251148.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/0811850722.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/0811850722.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/0060899190.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/0060899190.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/1600/1582344299.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/1582344299.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C45%2C-64_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113545488865700676?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113545488865700676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113545488865700676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113545488865700676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113545488865700676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-in-serious-need-of-some-crazy-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061823.post-113536538846028575</id><published>2005-12-24T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:30:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>six things i did in 2005: (trackback - not in chronological order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went HK with the best bunch of frens in the world. had a helluva time there.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/hk%20street.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. visited kelong kawal with my beloved Blacks teammates. fell in love with everything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/kawallians.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. entered Hall 7. met fun, wonderful frens. unfortunately, i'm gettin sick of hall life &amp; has confirmed my moving out after next sem.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/118_1899.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. volunteered for Rugby 7s but got fired and enjoyed myself as a spectator afterward. fell even more in love with All Blacks &amp; the Haka.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/haka1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. visited the ctry Down Under - Australia, Sydney! lurved it like hell. miss it even more. When can i go back?!?!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/bondi%20jump.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. the most MEMORABLE of all. Operation BKK. which i went to in the midst of exams. all hush-hush.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1344/899/320/operation%20BKK.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. wad a wonderful, wonderful yr. =)))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061823-113536538846028575?l=wakingtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/113536538846028575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061823&amp;postID=113536538846028575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113536538846028575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061823/posts/default/113536538846028575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtolife.blogspot.com/2005/12/six-things-i-did-in-2005-trackback-not.html' title=''/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943129218497254846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
