<?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-9620836</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:38:40.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hui Ping</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4807606765027338115</id><published>2009-12-27T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:41:39.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 1390 posts on blogger, i've finally switch to wordpress ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miragelove.wordpress.com"&gt;Yup, here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i like mirage love a lot lot, hahaha ;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4807606765027338115?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4807606765027338115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4807606765027338115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4807606765027338115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4807606765027338115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-1390-posts-on-blogger-ive-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1435024295697454617</id><published>2009-12-26T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:50:42.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second time</title><content type='html'>That you don't even remember your girlfriend's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;What can i say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1435024295697454617?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1435024295697454617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1435024295697454617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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only one day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7734617604531381260?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7734617604531381260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7734617604531381260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7734617604531381260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7734617604531381260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Started vomiting etc etc, wanted to go to work but couldn't even had the strength to walk out of my room. Mum said i was crazy. But i'm only working 3 days for 16hrs in total this week :( less than a hundred bux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my macbook air :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was stomach flu luh. my stomach always catch cold, :/&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating alot alot alot of things but only plain porridge, this sucks ttm.&lt;br /&gt;catching avatar w class tmr :) (L) , it takes 10yrs roundabout to make the movie and everyone is saying its the nicest movie of the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i need to do something about my hair terribly.&lt;br /&gt;I can see my bank crying, hahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-5331195572472778343?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/5331195572472778343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=5331195572472778343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5331195572472778343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5331195572472778343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-sick-sucks-ttm.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7189342842649874913</id><published>2009-12-21T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:32:26.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been too tired to post whenever i reach home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager, which is kenny, said something too judgemental today. Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something like, what can 16 yrs old think of except boyf? Well, hell lot more. He made me feel so un-justified. Like hey, i really evaluated what you told me yesterday and try to do what you wanted. I don't understand how does all adults come to the conclusion that teenagers don't think about life values and stuff like that. If his words didn't struck me hard i wouldn't have been so affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a spoilt brat who can't take hard things. if you think i grow up like a strawberry then you're utterly wrong. i'm pretty proud to say my parents did a good job, they taught me money is hard to get, working life is never easy. And i know. I totally accept the things you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, me being not committed is another story. Don't you think there's this misunderstanding, sigh. The people at work is so totally out of my league seriously, &amp;amp; im trying to convince myself feel comfortable and adapt and ultimately gain passion and be committed. Now, yknow what. I just feel like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its just in me that people don't get what i'm trying to put across.&lt;br /&gt;Got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, have been thinking alot.&lt;br /&gt;If only i've an area that i'm really passionate in. its like striking gold for me&lt;br /&gt;have been like a no head housefly for 16 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i mean, in all areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7189342842649874913?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7189342842649874913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7189342842649874913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7189342842649874913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7189342842649874913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-been-too-tired-to-post-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4849361965106041283</id><published>2009-12-17T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:19:33.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy heart</title><content type='html'>It weighs a tonne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4849361965106041283?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4849361965106041283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4849361965106041283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4849361965106041283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4849361965106041283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy heart'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7164899600167417884</id><published>2009-12-16T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:56:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's work was pretty bad, finally understood how nicholas felt. Wellz, this is an understatement actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon was beep ttm, night was only slightly better with patty and yizi around. Correction, when i went to their section. I was doing shit work in the afternoon and guessed at night it was yz's turn and she got pissed too. See, its not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full time colleagues are equally bad. When i'm standing in your way, just freaking say Excuse me? Like hey, i don't have eyes behind me so i don't know you're behind &amp;amp; i've nothing in hand so why should i be making mad rushes like you?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hate the so called 'leaders' of the team. Always throwing the difficult tasks to the part timers and you yourself doing the easy job. yes i admit serving drinks was easy, but i do help as well right. Whats the point of me taking over others job and cause a big chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Communication is the key. If unhappiness doesn't get trashed out, i'll see how the place can progress man, seriously. Giving your colleague black face when she doesn't do anything wrong. Like heyyyyyy, i don't owe you a million alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, i hope this week and next week will past by really quickly so.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN QUIT.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like scolding the f word in their face man, but noooo. refined (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad that i cried, yknow. No, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a little disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7164899600167417884?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7164899600167417884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7164899600167417884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7164899600167417884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7164899600167417884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/todays-work-was-pretty-bad-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4631154388434951263</id><published>2009-12-14T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:08:14.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i'll be ditching blogger and switching to wordpress next yr? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;If not my list of archive will be long like mad :o&lt;br /&gt;But i'm quite picture deprived luh, as in those post-able ones. wink wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've a minor crush on myself, i like the review my past pictures and posts and messages etc. It just makes me a little happier, sometimes embarrassing :/ Wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of embarrassment, i don't know if i should post this.&lt;br /&gt;But this is really freaking embarrassing lor.&lt;br /&gt;I was holding 4 cups on my hand at work, trying to rush rush cuz its the last customers.&lt;br /&gt;Then the kitchen area is really slippery, i just slipped and sat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Epic moment of me ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i can write a book called epic incidents of huiping. I'm sure it'll be as thick as j.k rowling's harry potter series.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so i was stirring the wine glass trying to make foam ( as told)&lt;br /&gt;Then i broke a small nice hole that caused the beer to gush out, was so....... stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Even my manager had to kowtow to my ability. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally off work today like yayyy, was extremely elated after i walk out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if i should switch job to non f&amp;amp;b industry, just not f&amp;amp;b inclined i guess. it doesn't interest meeee.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i'm still 16, at the rate i switch job. i can eat wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, should i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; my hair :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so irritateddddd &gt;=&lt;br /&gt;have been trying to dl and install maple for the past 4 hrs :/&lt;br /&gt;yes say hi back to mapleeeeeeee! :) holidays are pretty routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;It has been half a yr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a diamond for my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4631154388434951263?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4631154388434951263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4631154388434951263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4631154388434951263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4631154388434951263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-ill-be-ditching-blogger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2690555103320492489</id><published>2009-12-13T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:53:34.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm damn lazy lezy now. My mum always wake me up after 10! chao si ren le. I'm sleep depriveddd :(&lt;br /&gt;Even my phone is lazy. the sms ring tone used to go like this "ti ting ting ting ting!" then now it rings like this "ti ting" -.- ttm! Like owner like phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway is it a tread now to surprise huiping at work, ahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday veronica and samuel suddenly appeared outside Grandma and i literally screamed :O&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect them to be there and it has been ages since i saw veronica &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;bought mac home, feel damn fat.&lt;br /&gt;cause i usually off work at 11? then eat already sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I can feeeeeeeeeeeeeel myself gaining pounds :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a super lame joke ytd, like so rareeee.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my manager's name is kenny. then there's this beer call kilkenny.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like, "EH, KIL-KENNY. KILL KENNY LEH"&lt;br /&gt;I want KILL-KENNY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay not funny, my manager totally THEN? me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, full shift again. 3 in a row, i'll be torn and tattered tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hey! i just realised it has been pretty long since i updated, HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2690555103320492489?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2690555103320492489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2690555103320492489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2690555103320492489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2690555103320492489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-damn-lazy-lezy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8789854424634178790</id><published>2009-12-08T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:58:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't imagine entering working life, kudos to all adults seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Its boring doing the same thing over and over again :(&lt;br /&gt;today was a sucky day at home, we were like almost doing chores.&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping floor, wiping furniture and everything available.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; jeffrey saw the wrong schedule, which leaves him with a full shift tmr :( when i've leave tmr while he has leave today! nearly wanted to bang the wall cause we had to cancel our weekly date :(&lt;br /&gt;then i flooded my whole bag with water :(&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to conclude that today suck big time, then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kuku appeared outside after work with muffins! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;pretty epic cause i didn't see him in the first place if rebecca didn't nudge me.&lt;br /&gt;Was so shocked that i nearly screamed&lt;br /&gt;So.... tonight was awesome much much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8789854424634178790?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8789854424634178790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8789854424634178790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8789854424634178790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8789854424634178790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-imagine-entering-working-life.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2471916804578950787</id><published>2009-12-06T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:06:55.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxuPiH9hp4I/AAAAAAAADik/QVLLpv-ZV3U/s1600-h/CE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxuPiH9hp4I/AAAAAAAADik/QVLLpv-ZV3U/s320/CE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412077193631213442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creative eateries @ vivo city :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one and only picture before my phone battery died. I look damnz weird but :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellozzz.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feeling i'm g'na die next week.&lt;br /&gt;I've 5 days of full shift, which is like 10 working hours. Consecutive days alrighty, bless me. &amp;amp; 1 day of half shift. Its like full time already, since when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyone needs job!?!? &lt;/span&gt;I hope they'll find people soon :( boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: where are you working now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha grandma&lt;br /&gt;-after awhile-&lt;br /&gt;B: alright, so where're you working now&lt;br /&gt;Me: GRANDMA, the restaurant name is called : GRANDMA.&lt;br /&gt;B: jokes aside, are you really serious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, i know its a weird name but yeah. But we don't dress like grannies, kind of start to like to place. I'm like the oldest there. I feel so young, (: with people like rebecca, yi zi and patty. they're like 14 ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like listening to my blog song nawww, me like although its freaking old.&lt;br /&gt;peng you yi shen yi ji zouuuuuu~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute movie outing with j the kuku, i kind of forced him to watch new moon w me.&lt;br /&gt;He said it was not bad! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;But i thought it was average-y, and edward looks damn haggard and ugly in there. no offensez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2471916804578950787?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2471916804578950787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2471916804578950787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2471916804578950787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2471916804578950787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/creative-eateries-vivo-city-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxuPiH9hp4I/AAAAAAAADik/QVLLpv-ZV3U/s72-c/CE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3555149355489828773</id><published>2009-12-04T09:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:51:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who are still energetic, raise up your feets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drained, exhausted, tired, jaded, fatigue, weary.&lt;br /&gt;i still have a 6hrs shift later, kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like on losing weight campaign, 2 meals a day, yi si yi si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted .....&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I hate this very very much.&lt;br /&gt;why cant you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3555149355489828773?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3555149355489828773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3555149355489828773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3555149355489828773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3555149355489828773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-are-still-energetic-raise-up-your.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8292772839009467155</id><published>2009-12-03T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:38:57.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work for the vivocity 3rd opening anniversary thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative eateries people are all very nice and friendly! me like :)&lt;br /&gt;My name is christine for today! only. Cause we all were given fake name tags, ahhaha. then there was this supervisor who called "christine christine!" it took me quite awhile to realise its me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i broke a glass hahahah&lt;br /&gt;I was holding onto the tray with a hand ( k duh) on the right while walking towards a table.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the glass just slipped and fell onto the ground, wrong. FALL ONTO MY FEET.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said my face was epic ttm at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;but the supervisor etc was really nice. they came over and helped me and said its okay, ^^ happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was still traumatized how did the glass fell off.&lt;br /&gt;then rose told me its this guy who walked pass me and nudge my glass a little, causing it to slip.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT GUY DISAPPEAR MAN. i didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lesson of the day. Always keep the things you're holding in view in case of surprise attack! :O&lt;br /&gt;Okay but it was really happy (Y)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to, short-cute-first-guy-who-smiled-at-me, jasper, rose, ruiping and my "twinny christine" , the funny manager. yeahhhh. happy ^^ pray hard that they'll call me ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay anw, my phone went flat so we only took one picture together ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if i didn't reply those sms that i'm supposed to reply. It meant that i didn't receive your sms.&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE IS CRAZYYYYYYYYYYY ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8292772839009467155?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8292772839009467155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8292772839009467155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8292772839009467155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8292772839009467155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-work-for-vivocity-3rd-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-144528208438709134</id><published>2009-12-02T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:34:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxVEUHRH_pI/AAAAAAAADic/Q7sqQughOZk/s1600/14342_182342359212_623374212_2999698_5474777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxVD6P7MxdI/AAAAAAAADhc/hElmGknVzsI/s320/14238_190605831249_598471249_2932654_2737049_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410305195341825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxVD50LQT_I/AAAAAAAADhU/VcicEVw3PxQ/s1600/14238_190507516249_598471249_2932077_734842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxVD50LQT_I/AAAAAAAADhU/VcicEVw3PxQ/s320/14238_190507516249_598471249_2932077_734842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410305187892973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are roughly what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been fine&lt;br /&gt;'cept that i just an earful from my mother. Got used to it anyway, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;finally starting to get back to work, hmmm mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that, why won't you have some trust on us that we won't, that i won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-144528208438709134?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/144528208438709134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=144528208438709134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/144528208438709134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/144528208438709134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-has-been-fine-cept-that-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SxVEUHRH_pI/AAAAAAAADic/Q7sqQughOZk/s72-c/14342_182342359212_623374212_2999698_5474777_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2352333759634102625</id><published>2009-11-29T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:48:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life starts to slow down, i start to see things at a different light.&lt;br /&gt;Then i start to re evaluate things long term.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just talking to yumi.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be long-term, or is it just short-term?&lt;br /&gt;I want it strong. Maybe shall just leave it to the hands of fate. Everything happens for a reason, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to samuel just now. And i guess, misunderstanding is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just fate, ha.&lt;br /&gt;( just like how its fated that i always update on alternate days. okay its pure coincidence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how it suddenly happens this year, like an alarm being set off within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember something that boils my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I was texting at the bus stop. then there is this stupid uncle making his mad dash to board the bus. he just simply bumped into me and caused my phone to fly one metre.&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST IMPORTANT AND MAIN POINT IS.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even apologise.&lt;br /&gt;Such an uncouth uncle, tsk. I was too shocked to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now there is a HUGE chip at the edge of my phone. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i'm typing this, something just struck me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tightening your grip won't make you secure, it will only hurt yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2352333759634102625?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2352333759634102625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2352333759634102625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2352333759634102625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2352333759634102625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-life-starts-to-slow-down-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4326788962077087944</id><published>2009-11-27T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:52:42.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, today is 27 again. Some dates just get deeply etched in our hearts don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i quit bakerzin after the first day of work. Should have heed jasper soh's advise not to work there, its really hellz. okay after that got another at clarke quay which i quit without even starting a day of work. thankyou so much to my parents being.... forget it. I'm still quite bitter about the clarke quay's one cause its really great and jeffrey seems to really like the job too. Its alright, sometimes we need to open our heart and accept things :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels just ended two weeks ago but i feel so different from what i was two weeks ago. Realised many things that school failed to teach us. O levels seemed so far away, the two weeks were like two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with random peeps was definitely fun. Jasper loh, shamaine and adeline. I lived up to my name and ate more than a human does, HAHA. Didn't know imm actually has a sky garden, nooobz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted much much pictures on fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=photos&amp;amp;ref=profile&amp;amp;id=623374212#/album.php?aid=125965&amp;amp;id=623374212"&gt;Veronica's 16th madness&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=photos&amp;amp;ref=profile&amp;amp;id=623374212#/album.php?aid=124145&amp;amp;id=623374212"&gt;Prom, grad day pix &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for sunday to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4326788962077087944?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4326788962077087944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4326788962077087944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4326788962077087944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4326788962077087944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-today-is-27-again.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-444283762332943586</id><published>2009-11-25T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:00:51.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domineering.</title><content type='html'>I seriously hate people who doesn't take into other people's opinion and think that they're the best. recently my life has been filling with so much of these kind of people and i feel like screaming at them. But no, kept my cool. don't want to waste my breath because those people are mental heads who only listen to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the society that requires team collaboration, we'll see how far you'll go next time. And as for my parents, forget it. They know nuts that when i keep quiet, it does not mean that i agree with them. Its just that i respect them for who they are and therefore i try not to quarrel with them. But looks like they're the one being spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, there are only statements. No room for convincing, negotiations and opinions. Those are bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry but i just have to vent it out some where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my mother checks every single things i have at home, comment about every little single thing i do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when she have to deprive me of all the fun that a teenager deserves, the process of growing up. Struggling to convince her, forcing her to allow me a little bit of freedom. i'm tired of it, what other viable options are there, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when she dominates me with the logic that i'm a little birdy that haven't grow up and don't know anything. Please. If i haven't have the brain to think whats right and wrong, do you think i'll still be sitting here, controlling and bearing all these nonsence. You seriously got to thank my friends around me who constantly teach me moral lessons and surviving skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think studying studying, staying at home is the best way to nurture a child, you know you're terribly wrong. A child needs to be told why are rules this way, instead of strictly enforcing it into them. It'll only rebound back, hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother, another great one. 6 yrs of gap is really enough to pull us apart like strangers. Who'll never offer help to his dear sister. Do you know how hurting it was, how hard i cried. Still remember we used to play police and theif when we were young, hiding the game from mother because she will always scold us for making ourselve sweat like pigs. Then, that was the one and only time you helped me. Still remember the first time mother scold you, i defended you. although i was merely in primary school. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;This is what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad, i never remember talking to him for more than ten minutes every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i never want to write all these down. because i know i'll sound like a stupid kid complaining about a good family. But try to be me. When your parents makes no effort to understand you. When your brother is a second dad. Cry a litres of tears, no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i still cry, at least i still hate. It shows that i still love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid one day this home will really be an empty shell that i feel no attachment to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you know how to loosen the string of the kite a little, it'll definitely be more beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;If you can listen with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thanks jeffrey for being here.&lt;br /&gt;If only he is part of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-444283762332943586?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/444283762332943586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=444283762332943586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/444283762332943586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/444283762332943586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/domineering.html' title='Domineering.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7852167947714659500</id><published>2009-11-23T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:11:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i thought last week was packed enough, this week is going to be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic at ecp ytd, got my face burnt. i gotta pokerrrrface ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to work for the first time in my whole entire life today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm shagged ttm luh. 7 hrs of standing, walking, waitressin AND NO FOOD. I broke my record for not eating :(  I lost 3 pounds manxz.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly wanted to cry cause it was so freaking tiring. And i had to memorize the whole damn bakerzin menu and their serving style. crap.&lt;br /&gt;Was whinning to jeffrey like mad when he came to fetch me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so rushed home and went to veronica's house to suprise her ^^&lt;br /&gt;Initially supposed to be all 5 of us, then in the end become adeline and i only ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think veronica was rly happy :D&lt;br /&gt;And we did rly stupid things at her house.&lt;br /&gt;PEEEKTURES UP... when i'm free :) I've tons lah.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica was trying very hard to ugly-fy and silly-fy me. But to no avail ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet tmr, then family stuff in the morning then chiong to work! ):&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;If only i can slack for hours. Yes, if only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7852167947714659500?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7852167947714659500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7852167947714659500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7852167947714659500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7852167947714659500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-thought-last-week-was-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8064950354393245206</id><published>2009-11-20T16:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:56:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Os</title><content type='html'>I guess life after Os is even busy-er than before Os. have been out every single day and finally i can stay at home and take a break now ): phew.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to pack my room right now, after a week of nagging from my mother. but....... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got myself a job, kind of. Just that i'm unsure whether i should go for it.&lt;br /&gt;mum was still saying that its hard to find a job in this economy crisis time.&lt;br /&gt;got hired on the first interview. *wave ecstatically* its as easy as a simple abc.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, really hope things will stay the same as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll be ditching blogger soon. too lazy lezzzy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8064950354393245206?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8064950354393245206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8064950354393245206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8064950354393245206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8064950354393245206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-os.html' title='After Os'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1054769625023385002</id><published>2009-11-18T19:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:35:25.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SwP3Qi0AiyI/AAAAAAAADeY/d9Dw_uudpqc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SwP3Qi0AiyI/AAAAAAAADeY/d9Dw_uudpqc/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405435841369639714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha he is my new eye candy! (L) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been madness after the last day of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Grad day and prom are crap, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;why did i even pay 80bux for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the camera usb isn't working and my cpu doesn't have a card reader, greattttttt.&lt;br /&gt;How am i going to transfer to peeektures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is here again.&lt;br /&gt;If you can understand me so well, you wouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1054769625023385002?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1054769625023385002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1054769625023385002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1054769625023385002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1054769625023385002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-been-madness-after-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SwP3Qi0AiyI/AAAAAAAADeY/d9Dw_uudpqc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4861037014314578461</id><published>2009-11-15T10:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:52:45.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my mother would not be so domineering and controlling like how hitler is towards germany in the 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;Its already after O levels and i'm like 16, not 6. Out for 8 hours = being out for the whole day. Going out for 3 days = everyday going out. &amp;amp; look, i'm not even asking you to pay for my prom and shopping expenses etc. Do you know how hard was it for me not? No duh. All you know is to ask me not to go cause its not materialistic and, BROTHER WASN'T LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Please, you might as well give birth to another twin of my oh-so-purrrrfect-bruddder.&lt;br /&gt;And whats with the style of suddenly asking for a family dinner and making me destroy all my plans every now and then? Having me to compromise and STILL getting scolded by you.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, go find another daughter that can suit what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-am-not-going-to-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The woman in my house is seriously driving me insane &gt;: @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Phuck man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go ahead with the next step.&lt;br /&gt;Get aunties and uncles and daddy and brother to gang up and scold me lah.&lt;br /&gt;You're best at it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me no chance to explain myself and only throw hurls at me.&lt;br /&gt;Its only your luck that i didn't turn rebelious yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, this is the phucking kind of family i'm brought up in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4861037014314578461?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4861037014314578461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4861037014314578461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4861037014314578461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4861037014314578461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/urgh-if-only-my-mother-would-not-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-824926810011870813</id><published>2009-11-15T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:33:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo, just came back from town.&lt;br /&gt;my mum said i'm as if shopping for revenge, 3 days straight. &amp;amp; tmr going again!&lt;br /&gt;)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought heels from charles and keith! (: ttm ttm!&lt;br /&gt;Caught 2012, guess its not bad.&lt;br /&gt;The president of usa in the show really looked like obama! just that he is such older mm :/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i guess fate is really such an unexplanable thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-824926810011870813?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/824926810011870813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=824926810011870813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/824926810011870813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/824926810011870813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/wooo-just-came-back-from-town.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8938802932698266964</id><published>2009-11-13T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:37:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the last paper, which marks the end of secondary school life!&lt;br /&gt;Its sad more than happy actually.&lt;br /&gt;Like, suddenly lost the purpose of life.&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to do right nowwww. mugging had been filling so much of my time luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so left the school after leaving a "legacy" with jeffrey. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go back few years later to see if it'll still be there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, subway with girlfriends and talked for like 2 hrs?&lt;br /&gt;Then head to townn, saw damn alot of people. Its almost like a ct gathering at far east.&lt;br /&gt;And i bought something! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost broke nowwww ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8938802932698266964?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8938802932698266964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8938802932698266964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8938802932698266964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8938802932698266964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellooooo.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3029871344295814319</id><published>2009-11-11T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:07:18.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A: walau i'm getting fat lah how ):&lt;br /&gt;B: nowadays all the girls so skinny, so you need to be a little fatter in order to stand out. Look at ______, she stand with you all, so outstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran for 5 minutes today! I feel so skinnyyyyyy heeheee&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm just deluding myself ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3029871344295814319?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3029871344295814319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3029871344295814319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3029871344295814319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3029871344295814319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/walau-im-getting-fat-lah-how-b-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3669024744673414240</id><published>2009-11-10T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:55:12.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygodddd.&lt;br /&gt;I win big time man.&lt;br /&gt;That time the coke spill on my bio tys and i threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Besttt. dont need study for bio mcq alr ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so boredddd.&lt;br /&gt;That i painted my nails [: Then i realise i can't do anything else other than waiting for it to dry. So i had to resort to primitive means by planting seeds at fb to cure my bored-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my godness my hair flew my nails.&lt;br /&gt;oh my godness i sat on my toe nails.&lt;br /&gt;OH-MY-GODNESS. i just washed my hand cuz i forgot....&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fail ttm -bang wall-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway shopped with veronica after chinese paper.&lt;br /&gt;Higher chinese was coool [: 'cept that my essay was a little weird :/&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to shop for an hr! but that stupid girl made me shop with her for the whole entire afternoon. And i had to cancel my date with my bed ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i spend 20bux on my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i ate two lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my mum just scolded me for spending money like waterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i shall get a jobbbbbbbbbbbbb ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3669024744673414240?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3669024744673414240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3669024744673414240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3669024744673414240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3669024744673414240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-boredddd.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2693866266142223157</id><published>2009-11-08T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:06:07.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously hope my mother will stop pms-ing and spoil my daysssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned at tumblr blogsecret 12497 ; maybe its my brain's twin sister that post that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MR. RIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages&lt;br /&gt;a. He’s handsome and intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;b. He is intellectual, brilliant, and capable of taking you there mentally and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;c. He will love you even when you are not lovable&lt;br /&gt;d. He says all the right things at all the right times.&lt;br /&gt;e. He acknowledges his faults and strives to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;f. He understands a relationship is built on a 200% quota - 100% him and 100% you&lt;br /&gt;g. He’s the kind of man who appreciates you, even for the little things.&lt;br /&gt;h. He is a true best friend and everything you ever wanted in a man&lt;br /&gt;i. He’ll buy you flowers and sentimental cards, just because.&lt;br /&gt;j. He can dress - knows the difference between formal, semi-formal, professional, business casual, casual&lt;br /&gt;h. He loves his mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages&lt;br /&gt;a. Only found in old school Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Every one is discussing about plans after O levels.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish time could stop on the day after Os. And we can play the whole damn day and not care about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I want and need to be occupied after Os, but i hate the idea of having to work.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the idea of not seeing every single one of you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that we all have to move on to the next phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the thought that next time when we see each other on the streets we wouldn't have reason to say hello and catch up a bit just like how i saw my primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame me for being melancholic by nature. Reminiscences.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help remembering how we used to do ball drills time after time, under the sun, under the rain. till our feet, shoulder feel like breaking.&lt;br /&gt;The gossips during boring lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school is like the golden period of life and i seriously can't understand why some people can't wait to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look ahead, i see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder how is it like to migrate from one country to another like yiqing and zhilu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of rant :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, slightly. Abit more than slightly maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2693866266142223157?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2693866266142223157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2693866266142223157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2693866266142223157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2693866266142223157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/stunned-at-tumblr-blogsecret-12497.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7626201072008306687</id><published>2009-11-07T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:04:03.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahyaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slacked two solid days &amp;amp; didn't touch on my chinese at all, kudos! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from town and my legs are damn sour.&lt;br /&gt;We walked from wisma to far east to ion to orchard central to cine to vivo. &amp;amp; wait no, i mean cine train to vivo. ahahha. So basically we walked all over orchard and saw many people, mmm :/&lt;br /&gt;Quarrelled w my mum over lala stuffs, urgh. Just count the times i ever talk back at her man, the ratio is like almost 1: 5 when she gets really unreasonable and out of wayy. Sigh, okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Howeverrrr, i bought my prom dress! Its silver blingz blingz. I hope nobody will clash dress with me or else i'll knock that person out and lock her in the toilet. heeheehee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this tumblr and its really inspiring, sort of. Just that she is highly straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, don't mind me if i sound different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think easy fortune happy life is a good drama ma ma showww (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7626201072008306687?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7626201072008306687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7626201072008306687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7626201072008306687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7626201072008306687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahyaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-86218677244784641</id><published>2009-11-04T10:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:16:01.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm entertainment deprived ):&lt;br /&gt;So, facebook, tumblr and blogger dashboard are the only sites that i can view. Sheez this v v much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; zomg, saw this blonde with her hair till her kneecap, shes damn chio!&lt;br /&gt;I also want to have hair till my kneeeee, so cool!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i'm just kidding. So horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apologizing ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't mean that you're in the wrong and the other person is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just means that you value your relationship more than your ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of studying for Os&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr time.&lt;br /&gt;give up trying to convince myself to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, if you can stop making me feel so not worthwhile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-86218677244784641?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/86218677244784641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=86218677244784641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/86218677244784641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/86218677244784641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-entertainment-deprived-so-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1095255521904831614</id><published>2009-11-03T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:41:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SvATcqxMuNI/AAAAAAAADeA/PipySCcYzQo/s1600-h/tumblr_ksfeivFG9S1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SvATcqxMuNI/AAAAAAAADeA/PipySCcYzQo/s320/tumblr_ksfeivFG9S1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399837336455133394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My computer nearly crashed in the afternoon!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean it really spoil luh, but iuno why it miraculously revived. so yayyy, im here ^^&lt;br /&gt;My brother is damn cool can! So after my comp crashed, so i went offline. Like duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother sms-ed me ( cuz he was in school using his lappy online i guess) how to revive my comp.&lt;br /&gt;heehee i telepathy-ed him!!! Was so surprised.&lt;br /&gt;so everything is fine now yayyyy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, can't wait to get my hands on a lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really bored so i went to nuffnang, then.....&lt;br /&gt;Theres someone who searched "yumi@lublub.com "&amp;amp; came to my blog&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE YUMI'S STALKER, EEEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some genius tell me how to study for my Poa and Bio please ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is thumbs up man, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ehhh, do you have a camera?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: ya have, but mine abit big leh&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG, dont tell me you got dslr. yours is the 1k or 2k kind?!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: haha ya the lens 1.2k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally ownxz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1095255521904831614?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1095255521904831614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1095255521904831614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1095255521904831614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1095255521904831614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-computer-nearly-crashed-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SvATcqxMuNI/AAAAAAAADeA/PipySCcYzQo/s72-c/tumblr_ksfeivFG9S1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3903019855743485855</id><published>2009-10-31T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:39:02.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Its the way you make me laugh when i don't even want to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a melancholic feeling whenever it rains; is it just me or :/&lt;br /&gt;Fine soon soon :) Hope my exam blues will go away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3903019855743485855?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3903019855743485855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3903019855743485855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3903019855743485855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3903019855743485855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-way-you-make-me-laugh-when-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4192394042219927469</id><published>2009-10-30T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:13:03.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm on a stationary point, dy/dt = Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up my amath, yay once again. Its a freaking stark contrast from last yr's paper.&lt;br /&gt;Could say i left the 9 marks binomial blank, if you exclude the fact that i scribbled some nonsensical stuff trying to make myself not so empty headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice dinner (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a not-so-happy talk that made me feel stony to start studying tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm pretty angry about history, urgh srsly.&lt;br /&gt;I hope something not so in depth will come out if not i'm g'na kill myself srsly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't afford to screw anymore papers ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh &gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4192394042219927469?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4192394042219927469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4192394042219927469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4192394042219927469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4192394042219927469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-im-on-stationary-point-dydt.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1918159173862345694</id><published>2009-10-30T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:30:22.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up girl, put on that smile of yours. One foot in front of the other, you can do this, laugh along. No one will ask, so you won’t have to tell. Hide your bruises, darling. You can make it. Just put one foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy harrpy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;halloweeeeenz&lt;/span&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1918159173862345694?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1918159173862345694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1918159173862345694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1918159173862345694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1918159173862345694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-girl-put-on-that-smile-of-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8870891238705209815</id><published>2009-10-29T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:24:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huiping is damnzzz prrrrrrro.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick now, in the midst of exam, yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is very painful, eye is.&lt;br /&gt;Because only my left eye is very painful ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay its so damn painful that im typing nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish heaven can drop down an eye dropper ): okay rythme.&lt;br /&gt;why isn't my bruuddder online, brother where are youuuuuuuuuuuuu ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im running virus scan now so its time lag&lt;br /&gt;BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's amath is hard till i feel like crying when i do.&lt;br /&gt;So i was a little depressed so i ate chocolate ice cream &amp;amp; bought 5 bux and 10cents worth gummies. -grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im tearing now.........cuz its really painful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;Look at what contact lens does to your eye! urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8870891238705209815?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8870891238705209815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8870891238705209815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8870891238705209815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8870891238705209815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-eye-is-very-painful-eye-is.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2349480768750057314</id><published>2009-10-28T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:54:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the gifts that money can't buy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People who really want help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway. Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. Give the world your best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : 1cm=10mm.&lt;br /&gt;Screw myself muchh.&lt;br /&gt;Bought this potato spicky, its really nice heehee :D Or maybe cuz i was hungry luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mozilla crashed and comp hanged for half an hr while trying to upload some vid ): urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back into love piano version is rly nice (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to have second thoughts about some things, sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2349480768750057314?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2349480768750057314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2349480768750057314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2349480768750057314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2349480768750057314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-want-to-feel-rich-just-count-all.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3052149010613282532</id><published>2009-10-28T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:58:34.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like "way back into love" piano version very much [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on my emath.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3052149010613282532?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3052149010613282532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3052149010613282532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3052149010613282532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3052149010613282532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-like-way-back-into-love-piano-version.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2988620872033956874</id><published>2009-10-27T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:50:18.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SubPWmrUAnI/AAAAAAAADd4/Irp8euk38I8/s1600-h/tumblr_krymx7Iuu71qa3fupo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SubPWmrUAnI/AAAAAAAADd4/Irp8euk38I8/s320/tumblr_krymx7Iuu71qa3fupo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397229190696403570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(From fuckyeahmath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is damn cool, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just screwed my Emath P1 ):&lt;br /&gt;Its emath for god sakeeeeeeeeeee, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't someone said O lvl is the easiest examination?&lt;br /&gt;Guess this year its an exception. Best luh, for the first time i didn't stone during exam. Didn't had time to stone i mean ):&lt;br /&gt;Yesss, can you imagine?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my favourite chicken chop for dinner, fortunately :)&lt;br /&gt;If you see me one day on the street like some fat ass i'm prolly suffering from depression :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2988620872033956874?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2988620872033956874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2988620872033956874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2988620872033956874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2988620872033956874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-fuckyeahmath-this-is-damn-cool-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SubPWmrUAnI/AAAAAAAADd4/Irp8euk38I8/s72-c/tumblr_krymx7Iuu71qa3fupo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7457129680190910503</id><published>2009-10-26T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:47:59.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiii babes.&lt;br /&gt;Firsttt day of Os heheee.&lt;br /&gt;Was slightly jittery when i start penning down the first few lines of my essay, it slowly turns to tired :/&lt;br /&gt;After the last paper i was terribly drained out and hungry ):&lt;br /&gt;But heh, i screwed but situational writing ):&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is like fast forward-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the first day i stepped into CT seeing all the new faces.&lt;br /&gt;Its going to come to an end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pretty annoyed w my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Shes like screaming like nobody's business cause someone choked up the basin.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its not me for god sake, i just happen to be the last one who use it ):&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those who are artistically inclined are generally very pretty, RIGHT VERONICA!&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't my mum groom me in that area ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I still rmb my kindergarden art teacher told me once that my drawing is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Its deeply etched inside my heart okay!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my drawing is stuck at that age... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall go to sleep soon, no studyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7457129680190910503?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7457129680190910503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7457129680190910503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7457129680190910503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7457129680190910503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiiiiiiiiiii-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8343937657879931215</id><published>2009-10-25T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:58:32.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll keep this faith going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;When we were little, life worked perfectly. No matter what happened, everything turned out alright in the end. Scraped knees, canceled play dates, dropped ice cream cones— we would cry for a short time, but by the end of the day, everything would be perfect. And now as we’ve grown older, we’ve lost the faith as we stumble through each day, crying over broken hearts, lost friendships, and lost dreams. It seems like life and perfection have turned their backs on us, but really its just that we’ve grown up. As children we didn’t pay attention to such details about our daily lives, but now we are more aware, and little details seem to be amplifying our pain. But just remember that when we were younger, life was hard too, but we had faith in perfection because we could look past faults. So don’t lose your faith. Learn to know that each day will pass, each heartache will be mended, and everything will be perfect in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep your faith.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8343937657879931215?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8343937657879931215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8343937657879931215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8343937657879931215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8343937657879931215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-keep-this-faith-going.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4659573539670386451</id><published>2009-10-24T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:28:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SuKrnJUFl2I/AAAAAAAADdw/pekrRHmuzLo/s1600-h/tumblr_kpltwyRUH81qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SuKrnJUFl2I/AAAAAAAADdw/pekrRHmuzLo/s320/tumblr_kpltwyRUH81qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396063992546695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good dayyy [:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so sweet heehee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica sent me a very sweet sms this morning that made me cry&lt;br /&gt;Lubz you faithfullyyyyy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4659573539670386451?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4659573539670386451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4659573539670386451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4659573539670386451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4659573539670386451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-good-dayyy-everyone-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SuKrnJUFl2I/AAAAAAAADdw/pekrRHmuzLo/s72-c/tumblr_kpltwyRUH81qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3037728236676009736</id><published>2009-10-22T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:47:10.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE HEREEEE, SCREAM AND SHOUT WOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, not so much of that.&lt;br /&gt;Os starting in 3 days' time ):&lt;br /&gt;Mega booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some aunties in singapore can really piss me off ttm.&lt;br /&gt;Ytd when i was boarding a damn crowded bus.&lt;br /&gt;As i stepped one of my foot on the step going up, this auntie stepped up after me and SQUEEZED her mighty body in.&lt;br /&gt;So i was literally squashed, wth ttm.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie big deal huh? Tsk, literally rolled my eye and stare at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tdy again. Some auntie just "auntie ahh auntie" -squeeze fat body up-&lt;br /&gt;Ugh-some.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i don't have to squeeze bus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how tumblr pictures can calm me down after a stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes negative thoughts ain't that negative after all woo.&lt;br /&gt;I think what yumi wrote in her letter to me is v true :) It keep hanging in my head for the whole day since i read it lahhhhhh, stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn’t really an answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to ask anymore; cuz the answer will come if it wants to.&lt;br /&gt;Rechargedddd yayy, study time again ]:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3037728236676009736?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3037728236676009736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3037728236676009736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3037728236676009736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3037728236676009736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays-are-hereeee-scream-and-shout.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1548871959876200761</id><published>2009-10-21T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:12:16.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the way you look at me. Especially when I say something really stupid. You have this, "Why do I put up with you?" look. But right after that is the "It's because I love you" look. Then the "I must be insane to love you" look. And finally the "I must be seriously insane" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to doomz doomz the boomz day.&lt;br /&gt;My bill exploded and my brother is fairly angry i guess :/&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, not like i want to make empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;Guess after Os i've alot of debts to return too ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, dinner time :]&lt;br /&gt;food makes me happy yayy. &amp;amp; i had ramly burger today, double double happiness&lt;br /&gt;And anw, VERONICA I SAW YOUR AH MA!&lt;br /&gt;Quite epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1548871959876200761?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1548871959876200761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1548871959876200761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1548871959876200761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1548871959876200761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-way-you-look-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6841423362908774809</id><published>2009-10-15T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:09:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY6Y7yiyEI/AAAAAAAADbY/MPGwUSGtCds/s1600-h/mOLZv5jkWpkiqimvlzHvpgMho1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY6Y7yiyEI/AAAAAAAADbY/MPGwUSGtCds/s320/mOLZv5jkWpkiqimvlzHvpgMho1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383554604608964674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last night i dreamt that you were with me, finally i could breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thoughts running through my mind like endless bullet train.&lt;br /&gt;Just found a new secured place to pour all my shits in.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope things will turn for a better.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;If only i can borrow my brother's brains for 3 weeks. Hate studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hate people who stop replying half way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6841423362908774809?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6841423362908774809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6841423362908774809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6841423362908774809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6841423362908774809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-night-i-dreamt-that-you-were-with.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY6Y7yiyEI/AAAAAAAADbY/MPGwUSGtCds/s72-c/mOLZv5jkWpkiqimvlzHvpgMho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2142383999316416249</id><published>2009-10-14T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:47:48.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 more days to O lvls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to feel the pressure, tension, paranoiac.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh had to ask me to watch out on my amath.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me to jiayou for Os please.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime someone says that sentence i'll feel the urgh-ness :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school every morning, focus till 6.&lt;br /&gt;Really drain us out ttm.&lt;br /&gt;Hm wait, i think i said this before.&lt;br /&gt;But sigh, 1 more week to bear.&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks of exams.&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be over.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i hate the word over.&lt;br /&gt;Os will not haunt us day and night anymore!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path, you’ve got your eye on the other the whole time, certain that you’re making a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel that theres something i got wrong in this whole situation&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i can't find appropriate sentence to phrase it.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me want to confront you and ask you whats going through your mind, but another part of me tell me not to. &amp;amp; a tweeny part of me doesn't like things this way.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the conclusion, at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile, straight from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo my mummy just brought in strawberries for me :D&lt;br /&gt;I like strawberries as strawberry but i hate strawberry flavoured things.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2142383999316416249?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2142383999316416249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2142383999316416249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2142383999316416249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2142383999316416249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/11-more-days-to-o-lvls.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4866781469522706320</id><published>2009-10-12T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:01:26.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want the world to slow down. No, I want the world to stop. Right now. How can time just let things fall apart. Because for me, things fall apart, and they never know how to be put back together. Things will never be put back together. No matter how hard I try, I know I’m going to lose you. You’re one star in a sky of a thousand, but you’re the brightest one, and I know you’ll fade. You’ll fade until I can’t find you anymore. I can’t find you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4866781469522706320?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4866781469522706320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4866781469522706320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4866781469522706320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4866781469522706320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-want-world-to-slow-down.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7730539164489492782</id><published>2009-10-12T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:59:12.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last two days have been black weekend for most of us?&lt;br /&gt;Guess today is the hangover. Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is very painful from all the shits, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7730539164489492782?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7730539164489492782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7730539164489492782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7730539164489492782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7730539164489492782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-two-days-have-been-black-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4128130483742710396</id><published>2009-10-10T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:47:49.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Ss_jVT754uI/AAAAAAAADdY/TXvTztR1tAw/s1600-h/tumblr_kr9wq50KSU1qzjvk9o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Ss_jVT754uI/AAAAAAAADdY/TXvTztR1tAw/s320/tumblr_kr9wq50KSU1qzjvk9o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390777234254062306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I was the fall back. The one who was always there. Wanted when the time was right, pushed away when something better came along. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Worthless, silly, stupid, horrible. You make me feel like I’m just not good enough when reality is, it’s you who isn’t at all good enough for me. You’ve made your bed, go lay in it. You’ve got your perfect little life now that I’m gone, now that you’ve decided that I’m just not good enough to be a part of it anymore. It’s fine. Just go. And don’t come back.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4128130483742710396?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4128130483742710396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4128130483742710396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4128130483742710396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4128130483742710396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-fall-back.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Ss_jVT754uI/AAAAAAAADdY/TXvTztR1tAw/s72-c/tumblr_kr9wq50KSU1qzjvk9o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1007299200634925778</id><published>2009-10-09T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:51:34.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know if finding out all these are good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;But, you didn't have to keep it from me, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ultimately drained by school luh seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home everyday at like 6pm on average? I spent sunrise to sunset in school, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was shit luh( including the part when i'm in school during lunch break -scream!!- )&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 papers and calculus A &amp;amp; B to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wake up in the morning to study but i was so drained that i overslept.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my 16yrs of living on this greeny Earth have i overslept without even realising i off-ed my alarm clock and exit yumi's msg.&lt;br /&gt;ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm a little depressed now cuz i'm beeping tired and its only 8+&lt;br /&gt;But heh, Jeffrey was being a little nice to lighten my day[: After humiliating and making me a fool during lunch break. Nearly wanted to throw him into the river to feed the turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion of the week, hate staying so far from school.&lt;br /&gt;I would really cab home after school next week mannn :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh moo.&lt;br /&gt;My brother is rly cute, she just..... i mean he just called me and asked whats my shirt size cuz he's at some sales.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;Typical auntie.&lt;br /&gt;but yayyy i like (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1007299200634925778?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1007299200634925778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1007299200634925778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1007299200634925778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1007299200634925778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-ultimately-drained-by-school-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7045966343643996262</id><published>2009-10-07T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:11:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY3sKLfciI/AAAAAAAADbQ/yaCwKcm7xCk/s1600-h/tumblr_kq636x1PYx1qzb2hmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY3sKLfciI/AAAAAAAADbQ/yaCwKcm7xCk/s320/tumblr_kq636x1PYx1qzb2hmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383551636354331170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;a href="http://miragelove.tumblr.com/post/192526413/people-say-let-go-of-the-things-that-hurt-you-and"&gt;“&lt;/a&gt; People say let go of the things that hurt you and keep around the things that make your day brighter. But what if the only thing that can brighten your day, is also the only thing that can really bring you down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what both of you want.&lt;br /&gt;Hp, out of so many, why :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 18 more days to Os.&lt;br /&gt;Changed my mind, i looked forward to Os ending now.&lt;br /&gt;Many catching ups (L)(L)(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7045966343643996262?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7045966343643996262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7045966343643996262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7045966343643996262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7045966343643996262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-say-let-go-of-things-that-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY3sKLfciI/AAAAAAAADbQ/yaCwKcm7xCk/s72-c/tumblr_kq636x1PYx1qzb2hmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-731788402429160695</id><published>2009-10-06T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:07:11.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think you seriously deserved this.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, you still won't change that isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;Really, enough.&lt;br /&gt;Its dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-731788402429160695?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/731788402429160695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=731788402429160695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/731788402429160695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/731788402429160695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-you-seriously-deserved-this.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3653429789380140537</id><published>2009-10-05T19:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:03:56.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't want to post this, but its bugging me like some...housefly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe i'll even delete this before you see this dumb thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm angry now. Wasn't initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm so, since this is a small thing. SMALL THING, SMALL ACTIONS. So insignificant huh?&lt;br /&gt;Then why do you expect me to be angry? I shouldn't be, shouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking, we're nothing more than platonic, right?&lt;br /&gt;You have your free will to do anything you like, and same goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;Note, emphasis on the point: same goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't blame me for being unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being sensitive here alright? I've been tolerant enough to not talk about it. &amp;amp; you kept dwelling on it till...&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, hate. Hate it when you apologise on such things.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you should NOT feel obliged to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to have my own freedom of speech on this tiny tweeny blog space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Its your free will to read it or not to.&lt;br /&gt;If only you can be more sensitive to the SMALL things you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt; Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out, and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened, can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back. &lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;div class="source"&gt;— Alice Hoffman, &lt;i&gt;Blue Diary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3653429789380140537?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3653429789380140537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3653429789380140537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3653429789380140537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3653429789380140537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/didnt-want-to-post-this-but-its-bugging.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2547549751095510847</id><published>2009-10-02T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:55:20.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Becuz jeffrey took home my whole file that has all my revision stuff inside.&lt;br /&gt;Best, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so now what should i do now.&lt;br /&gt;TUMBLRRRRRRRR :D&lt;br /&gt;Good excuse, bring home my file more often!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've many good reasons to be angry w you today, but i chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;Better not take this for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2547549751095510847?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2547549751095510847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2547549751095510847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2547549751095510847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2547549751095510847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-really-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3572568223797488926</id><published>2009-09-30T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:06:00.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY3ZLs3KrI/AAAAAAAADbI/FWWnXJq42nY/s1600-h/tumblr_kq1fkb1riv1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY3ZLs3KrI/AAAAAAAADbI/FWWnXJq42nY/s320/tumblr_kq1fkb1riv1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383551310345218738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;a href="http://miragelove.tumblr.com/post/192528024/its-the-worst-feeling-in-the-world-to-love-and"&gt;“&lt;/a&gt; It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. And it’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s funny but stupid how you want everything &amp;amp; nothing at the same time. It’s crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and when you want to move on but you’re stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want. When you have so many things to say but you don’t know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. It’s so hard to think back to how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different and they may never be the same. You tell yourself it’s not worth it, but if it really didn’t matter, you wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3572568223797488926?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3572568223797488926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3572568223797488926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3572568223797488926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3572568223797488926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-worst-feeling-in-world-to-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY3ZLs3KrI/AAAAAAAADbI/FWWnXJq42nY/s72-c/tumblr_kq1fkb1riv1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2457668592049540390</id><published>2009-09-30T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:46:03.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M THE ONLY ONE WHOSE TAKING Os THIS YEAR AND IS ONLINE :O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2457668592049540390?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2457668592049540390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2457668592049540390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2457668592049540390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2457668592049540390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-only-one-whose-taking-os-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1417547667886011512</id><published>2009-09-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:53:08.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You’re probably thinking I’ve forgotten all about you by now, but that’s far from it. I have missed you ever waking day, and my heart still hurts, but I’m getting better. I continue to smile and still go on without you. I know I have missed you, but I have kept it all inside me, only for me to know. I still wonder about your doings, how you are, what you’re doing, what we used to talk about, to laugh in your voice. Just, everything. I miss it all. However, I feel that the parting of us was for the best, because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road in the future, that is when I will see you again. Until then, remember this:no matter what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes and the tears we’ve cried, never, ever did I give up on you. So if you ever need a helping hand, do not hesitate to ask. I may be far away, but I will always be in reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1417547667886011512?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1417547667886011512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1417547667886011512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1417547667886011512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1417547667886011512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-probably-thinking-ive-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6188239178835935225</id><published>2009-09-29T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:03:36.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite O lvl being 26 days away, i'm still using computer and online-ing every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i'm so going to die.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, i've made up my mind and start going for night focus, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when i was alighting the bus. I stood up from my seat and knock my head against the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;So much for being tall, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily nobody saw -grin-&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BUT NOW EVERYONE KNOWS.&lt;br /&gt;ITS STILL PAINFUL LORRRRRRRR. Stupid metal railings. I'm going to get stupid :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy, i feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that whenever i'm depressed or whatsoever, some friends will come and talk sense into me and brighten up my dayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you truckfull-loads to, you-all-know-who-you-are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ When you love someone, it will always stay there. I have to believe that even though we go our separate ways, we still will be connected by this bond, forever. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I know it’s a true thing. I know that no matter where you go or who it’s with, we will always be connected. And when we look up at the stars, when we know it was real, and it was why we’re who we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6188239178835935225?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6188239178835935225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6188239178835935225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6188239178835935225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6188239178835935225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/despite-o-lvl-being-26-days-away-im.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7368999347612366517</id><published>2009-09-28T17:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:14:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_title"&gt;                             Sometimes you just need someone.                        &lt;/div&gt;                                                   &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someone to make you smile when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell you you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Someone to look forward to seeing you every day&lt;br /&gt;Someone to call you every night&lt;br /&gt;Someone to say I love you and mean it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt; you just need someone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; i just need someone to spur me on when i'm studying. you're not approachable anymore. hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr never fails to make me feel happier [:&lt;br /&gt;Tumblrarity shot up by 300 within a night! -jumps arnd-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;One more month, we need to bid goodbye to the school, to our teachers, to our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;When we were having Chem today. I was thinking, how rare it is for the class to have proper lessons tgt, only english and chem?&lt;br /&gt;One more month and all the familiar faces will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder why must i?&lt;br /&gt;Want me to conc, want me to do well.&lt;br /&gt;You know... theres something call, p-r-e-s-s-u-r-e, you're putting me in?&lt;br /&gt;Trying becuz thats the only way to close the damn gap, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of traumatised now luh.&lt;br /&gt;This is roughly what timo and i talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my pm: pressured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timo: pressured not to do well?&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm yeah. More of being scared to de-prove.&lt;br /&gt;timo: how much for prelims?&lt;br /&gt;me: 11, you that time got how much?&lt;br /&gt;timo: sia la. haha 12, and Os 12 again. sian diao..&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG WAIT, how much your term 3 get? 21 right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, its so similiar can.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WNA GET TWELVE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK THE TIMO CURSE!!!!! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timo: sia la....&lt;br /&gt;me: WHY YOU KEEP SIA LA, WTH.&lt;br /&gt;timo: Cuz i'm in sa. figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FREEZE-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7368999347612366517?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7368999347612366517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7368999347612366517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7368999347612366517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7368999347612366517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumblr-never-fails-to-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3294167041537396871</id><published>2009-09-26T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:23:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to screw myself man like seriously :(&lt;br /&gt;Was going to sleep after finishing my sbq like yayy finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps arnd*&lt;br /&gt;Then someone reminded me somehow that i've got chinese to do.&lt;br /&gt;ANDS ITS FREAKING 1230AM NOWWWW : (&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;Hate you chinese, always deprive me of my sleep. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Isn’t it funny how you can think you’re completely over someone, but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even get a glance of him on the street… just in an instant, it can change all that. And you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you’re sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or ever will be. Everything’s just perfect. For that split second that you’ve locked eyes, a tiny whisper, say “make this last forever, only and just moment forever and ever.” But after a second or so, you go along your own merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss him, how much you still love him… and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of those unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love the most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them. Try as you may, you can’t make someone love you.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thrills me much much to see a whole long list, like two times your screen of reblogs, likes and follows :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumblr tumblr tumblrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's face is damn black cause i asked him to print 20 page document for the 2nd time. oppsy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MANNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly got locked out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of my room, hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;So i didn't put the stopper.&lt;br /&gt;Then suey-ly, it slammed.&lt;br /&gt;Like, oh-my-god.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, then my parents face was dman black cuz i wake them up, heehehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Need to start studying : (&lt;br /&gt;Onlined like for the whole day, well done man hp (!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3294167041537396871?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3294167041537396871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3294167041537396871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3294167041537396871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3294167041537396871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-mannnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-604167431659135700</id><published>2009-09-26T12:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:18:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than disappointed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sr2Vvh-CDRI/AAAAAAAADbw/y1cZ7pWcLN8/s1600-h/tumblr_kqk5ioubgW1qzeppto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sr2Vvh-CDRI/AAAAAAAADbw/y1cZ7pWcLN8/s320/tumblr_kqk5ioubgW1qzeppto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385625373209922834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine if you want things your way.&lt;br /&gt;Fine if you do actions w/o considering people.&lt;br /&gt;Whole night, for that text that never comes.&lt;br /&gt;how disappointed i was; how insensitive were you.&lt;br /&gt;Its alright, you never fail to disappoint me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called, bad debt that can never be recover.&lt;br /&gt;Do you even realize that you're the one whose creating the gap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-604167431659135700?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/604167431659135700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=604167431659135700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/604167431659135700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/604167431659135700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/whole-night-for-that-text-that-never.html' title='More than disappointed.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sr2Vvh-CDRI/AAAAAAAADbw/y1cZ7pWcLN8/s72-c/tumblr_kqk5ioubgW1qzeppto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-9127321041852552354</id><published>2009-09-25T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:59:04.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disgusts me how humans can be so insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a general statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removed cbox for god's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-9127321041852552354?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/9127321041852552354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=9127321041852552354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/9127321041852552354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/9127321041852552354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/disgusts-me-how-humans-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6256704510230525549</id><published>2009-09-24T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:45:22.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty satisfied w my prelim results :D heeheee yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Guess its the first time my mum is contented about my results too. Its rare to satisfy her alright!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm really happy becuz my mum approves of anything that i wna do in the future and gave constructive advises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, life is grrreat now, finally (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr time! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; even if you can’t breathe without them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="attribution"&gt; " – &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6256704510230525549?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6256704510230525549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6256704510230525549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6256704510230525549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6256704510230525549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-pretty-satisfied-w-my-prelim-results.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6596852838983000586</id><published>2009-09-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:39:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrYx5WJx4sI/AAAAAAAADaY/gSdGgqW_CxM/s1600-h/tumblr_kq13ubg1d71qztsrto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrYx5WJx4sI/AAAAAAAADaY/gSdGgqW_CxM/s320/tumblr_kq13ubg1d71qztsrto1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383545265836909250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Fate&lt;/b&gt; decides who enters your life. &lt;b&gt;Actions&lt;/b&gt; decide who stays in your life. But there’s no point of trying to rush fate because the best things in life are worth the wait.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6596852838983000586?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6596852838983000586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6596852838983000586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6596852838983000586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6596852838983000586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/fate-decides-who-enters-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrYx5WJx4sI/AAAAAAAADaY/gSdGgqW_CxM/s72-c/tumblr_kq13ubg1d71qztsrto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4924216502058884993</id><published>2009-09-22T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:39:21.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually not supposed to be using computer from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;But look what i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my tiannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or what :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel the awkwardness, yet i don't know what to do about this. Unusual much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;They'll be enough to last through the 6 weeks. I guess :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4924216502058884993?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4924216502058884993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4924216502058884993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4924216502058884993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4924216502058884993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-actually-not-supposed-to-be-using.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2293385254300128035</id><published>2009-09-21T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:06:49.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm never in your agenda, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make decisions for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if its for my own good for whutxz-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;Plox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2293385254300128035?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2293385254300128035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2293385254300128035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2293385254300128035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2293385254300128035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-it-when-you-make-decisions-for.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6753158811983952419</id><published>2009-09-21T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:02:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrcHbNDKdEI/AAAAAAAADbo/dLstECbJOc8/s1600-h/tumblr_kq6xo6dzOv1qztsrto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrcHbNDKdEI/AAAAAAAADbo/dLstECbJOc8/s320/tumblr_kq6xo6dzOv1qztsrto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383780043485508674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need to stop tumblr-ing, stop blogging, stop plocking, stop onlining like nobody's business, stop getting distracted and start focusing, like now.&lt;br /&gt;34 days to O levels.&lt;br /&gt;54 days to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;58 days to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contented? maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;a href="http://miragelove.tumblr.com/post/193098008/if-you-hold-back-feelings-because-youre-afraid-of"&gt;“&lt;/a&gt; If you hold back feelings because you’re afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting anyway.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://miragelove.tumblr.com/post/193097186/do-not-look-back-and-grieve-over-the-past-for-it"&gt;“&lt;/a&gt; Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone, and do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering. &lt;/span&gt;                         — Ida Scott Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6753158811983952419?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6753158811983952419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6753158811983952419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6753158811983952419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6753158811983952419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-to-stop-tumblr-ing-stop-blogging.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrcHbNDKdEI/AAAAAAAADbo/dLstECbJOc8/s72-c/tumblr_kq6xo6dzOv1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1411027055375729687</id><published>2009-09-20T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:56:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY0UbwAdfI/AAAAAAAADa4/J8NHhIyYe90/s1600-h/tumblr_kpc1xtH8Uh1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY0UbwAdfI/AAAAAAAADa4/J8NHhIyYe90/s320/tumblr_kpc1xtH8Uh1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383547930219148786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is awesome, amazing, beautiful, marvelous, great, perfect! :)&lt;br /&gt;Like, one of the best days of my life, heeheeweeewee.&lt;br /&gt;*makes a mental note*&lt;br /&gt;Shit, i need to stop smiling before my mum thinks i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay anyway, watched Phobia2.&lt;br /&gt;Its damn gory and disgusting. I swear i nearly threw up after the third story!&lt;br /&gt;But the last story is really funny and epic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i had Ben and Jerry chocolate therapy! heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ordinary enough but i'm on cloud nine :) Thanks to-the-person-who-accompanied-me-today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr onwards is going to be intensive, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1411027055375729687?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1411027055375729687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1411027055375729687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1411027055375729687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1411027055375729687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-awesome-like-one-of-best-days.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrY0UbwAdfI/AAAAAAAADa4/J8NHhIyYe90/s72-c/tumblr_kpc1xtH8Uh1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-333274882024960642</id><published>2009-09-19T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:42:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrSnjE9kBhI/AAAAAAAADaQ/HjR0kv-nav8/s1600-h/tumblr_kq7eygOlGy1qzg9ouo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrSnjE9kBhI/AAAAAAAADaQ/HjR0kv-nav8/s320/tumblr_kq7eygOlGy1qzg9ouo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383111675683800594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just online the whole day tdy :)&lt;br /&gt;Many people thought i'm krazy heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i was really bored heehee. Someone didn't talk to me till like 6pm -grumble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a better dayyyyyyyyy : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sister/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sister/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sister/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-333274882024960642?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/333274882024960642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=333274882024960642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/333274882024960642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/333274882024960642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-for-you.html' title='Just for you.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrSnjE9kBhI/AAAAAAAADaQ/HjR0kv-nav8/s72-c/tumblr_kq7eygOlGy1qzg9ouo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6041156826709421844</id><published>2009-09-18T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:57:09.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“ Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiping, you're so damn proz man.&lt;br /&gt;People are going up and you're going down.&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is the result of excessively tumblr-ing and gaming, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha, and jeffrey don't feel so obliged, you're not responsible for my grades.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like cursing and throwing stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4c1 is entitled to a weekend wind down, yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;So... what should i do now? :/&lt;br /&gt;Not like i've been wind-ed up in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i should just bang the wall right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to pack my rooom, rahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;Plock time, yayyyy, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;Shit i sound so dumb. I just wake up what -pout-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6041156826709421844?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6041156826709421844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6041156826709421844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6041156826709421844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6041156826709421844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/huiping-youre-so-damn-proz-man.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3866777984816865421</id><published>2009-09-17T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:54:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>Hm, so i guess i've the rights to post anything i like right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims finally ended like zomggg -jumps for joy-&lt;br /&gt;Kay anyway, went to buy ingredients to cook spag. Someone's virgin cooking experience?!?!? haha kay anyway it started raining really heavily and i swear its almost like a typhoon! I got blown away :( HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;J's kitchen is best man. We spent 10minutes trying to figure out how to turn on the gas tap. Hands downnnnn, totally. Then called his maid in, and she laughed at us :/ tskkkk. But, anyway, it was me whose supposed to be cooking, but yeahhh, J did almost everything -ignorance- lalala.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go ecp after that but plan went hay-wired. We nearly toured around whole SG trying to search his lao zi book. -stare-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, main point.&lt;br /&gt;Had heart-to-heart talk and cleared up pretty much things = happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm damn drained now. Slept 5hrs ytd night, brwahhh. I don't know what i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, you're only making things worse, fyi. Not for me, but for, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3866777984816865421?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3866777984816865421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3866777984816865421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3866777984816865421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3866777984816865421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/hm-so-i-guess-ive-rights-to-post.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1898100265192921199</id><published>2009-09-16T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:40:09.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried.</title><content type='html'>Reminiscing being a kid. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrDLTSWdioI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jE81odtPf0E/s1600-h/LGIM0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrDLTSWdioI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jE81odtPf0E/s320/LGIM0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382025086911744642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrDLTqTdaEI/AAAAAAAADaA/v3UImdOqKBo/s1600-h/LGIM0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrDLTqTdaEI/AAAAAAAADaA/v3UImdOqKBo/s320/LGIM0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382025093341603906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. This stupid guy was trying to show off his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously uh, i've to admit its solid like some metal, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway caught the time's travellers' wife.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm tired or something, i don't find it really nice. It just kissing and kissing. Chenbin was like "this movie uh, keep kissing. Like every 15minutes, never talk finish kiss and have sex" ( okay the last 3 words i added myself) but really luh!&lt;br /&gt;Then theres this two girls behind us, they were really obessed about the show and went "OMG! I WANT A TIME TRAVELLER AS MY HUSBAND!"&lt;br /&gt;The dumb guy laughed out loud lah, damn malu -hide-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at xin wang cafe. The person was really pushy into us being a member. Was totally turned off by them, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around orchard central, its damn coolz. Then this lady own big time seriously&lt;br /&gt;We were standing beside the lift.&lt;br /&gt;This lady approached us and ask "may i know where is the lift?"&lt;br /&gt;*points at the thing beside*&lt;br /&gt;then she asked again "uhh, where is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " errr. you know this thing? *points at the lift again* "&lt;br /&gt;then she enquired again "oh oh! how do i get over there"&lt;br /&gt;Us: "errr. you walk over here *shows her the way* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG THE LIFT IS REALLY JUST BESIDE!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its transparent luh thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh-god.&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to find something and i turned my room upside down, figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its in a huge mess now &amp;amp; i'm damn lazy to clear it, urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1898100265192921199?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1898100265192921199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1898100265192921199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1898100265192921199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1898100265192921199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing-being-kid.html' title='Worried.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SrDLTSWdioI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jE81odtPf0E/s72-c/LGIM0244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6151091273783631126</id><published>2009-09-15T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:59:46.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what if i tell you how i feel? doesn't seem to make any difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe i did change, maybe we did became distanced. But at least i remember what is 15th.&lt;br /&gt;Was that on purpose or what? i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe you have forgotten everything. Looks like it.&lt;br /&gt;You totally make me feel like a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                                                                                    &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Shall take my noon nap.&lt;br /&gt;toodles :)&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6151091273783631126?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6151091273783631126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6151091273783631126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6151091273783631126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6151091273783631126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-what-if-i-tell-you-how-i-feel-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-5665364724855469067</id><published>2009-09-14T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:11:35.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the way you missed me</title><content type='html'>Heee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, more and more people are playing plock (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Plock is so cutexz heehee, me like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still damn happy cuz i solved one really difficult Amath qns just now, heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD WHY MUST TUMBLR GO UNDER MAINTENANCE :(&lt;br /&gt;Kay since i can't tumblr now i shall blog about my boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly late.&lt;br /&gt;Had amath and history paper.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote till my hand nearly broke.&lt;br /&gt;MY THUMB IS DAMN PAIN LOR. -pout-&lt;br /&gt;Bought a big big pack of hokkien mee home.&lt;br /&gt;Ate, slept.&lt;br /&gt;Eat again, DA DANG!&lt;br /&gt;Shucks i lead a pig slacker life manz seriously. Need to start feeling stress and studying hard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is damn mean i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i totally got owned :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aunt asks brother how much As he got for Os-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bro: 5 A1s, 4 A2s and 1 B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aunt: Huiping, so how many A1s you wna get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: errr.....iuno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Aunt: where d'you wna go after Os?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: hmm, iuno eh. Maybe np, business aspect&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bro: ahyo, you fail english one how to conduct business? the person don't even know what you talking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ........  (fine, can't talk back to a future lawyer will only get shoot back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aunt: huh, then where d'you recommend her to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bro: go be scientist lah. whole day pour chemicals don't need english one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau, champion right. Best (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR. TUMBLR STILL HAS MAINTAIN FINISH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr nova, you're expecting me to say something today mmm?&lt;br /&gt;I...am...leaving...those...things...aside :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-5665364724855469067?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/5665364724855469067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=5665364724855469067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5665364724855469067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5665364724855469067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/heee.html' title='I miss the way you missed me'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-5174295880576370142</id><published>2009-09-13T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:36:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give but don't expect</title><content type='html'>Being nice doesn't always mean you'll get repay back.&lt;br /&gt;Live w it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cui now zomg.&lt;br /&gt;Have to chiong finish my work within like the next 5 hrs cuz of some family thing thing at night. Which means i can't study for tmr's prelim at night :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah huiping, who ask you play so much.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenbin is so cute for once. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiping says:&lt;br /&gt;hey i need go and study alr, you want to msg me? : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chen bin the great says:&lt;br /&gt;*okies lo&lt;br /&gt;*u feel tired then u sms me&lt;br /&gt;*i be your kit kat&lt;br /&gt;*take a break, have a kit kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN SO CUTE RIGHT HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling melancholic tdyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-5174295880576370142?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/5174295880576370142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=5174295880576370142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5174295880576370142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5174295880576370142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-but-dont-expect.html' title='Give but don&apos;t expect'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8058888897673722805</id><published>2009-09-12T10:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:10:22.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;                                 &lt;big style="font-weight: bold;" class="quote"&gt;“&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can be in a room with 100 men, and not like any of them, or you can be in a room with just one man, and he’s exactly the one you want.&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;span class="source"&gt; My Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. i totally owned samuel upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he was telling me he can win me in plock. Then i ask him to try.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam. -Your eyes are the brightest of all colors. says:&lt;br /&gt;*ya&lt;br /&gt;*play the whole day&lt;br /&gt;*still cannot win&lt;br /&gt;*STUPID ANOT&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiping says:&lt;br /&gt;ya, damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqsLgXCh6EI/AAAAAAAADZw/QeYNCik_WNs/s1600-h/tumblr_kp8t0ikp6K1qztggxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqsLgXCh6EI/AAAAAAAADZw/QeYNCik_WNs/s320/tumblr_kp8t0ikp6K1qztggxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380406830392535106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I want to re-construct my room after Os : (&lt;br /&gt;Like the one above!&lt;br /&gt;I know yumi is going to say its so pinky winky huiping-kind (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;But awwwwww, it looks really comfy and sweet doesn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..&lt;br /&gt;Need to get my hands on papers and pen soon.&lt;br /&gt;Plock in fb is seriously fun can.&lt;br /&gt;I love games that don't need to use brain and just click heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway veronica if you're reading this go study and stop slacking!!!&lt;br /&gt;If not junyang is going to haunt me man : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're right, i should stop screwing up my own life w my rubbish choices.&lt;br /&gt;Get back to track huiping :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sister/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sister/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sister/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8058888897673722805?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8058888897673722805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8058888897673722805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8058888897673722805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8058888897673722805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqsLgXCh6EI/AAAAAAAADZw/QeYNCik_WNs/s72-c/tumblr_kp8t0ikp6K1qztggxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3177449452344186558</id><published>2009-09-09T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:40:27.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its glad to know that you read this dumb space of mine every chance you got[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqeSyKVvKbI/AAAAAAAADZo/182Z21Vn2sE/s1600-h/tumblr_kpp9c9kJxM1qzc06qo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqeSyKVvKbI/AAAAAAAADZo/182Z21Vn2sE/s320/tumblr_kpp9c9kJxM1qzc06qo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379429670383987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our friends don't trust us, we complain that they don't.&lt;br /&gt;When they trust us too much, we warn them not to.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't humans very ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm very tired now. I've to edit my grammar a few times for the above few lines &amp;amp; guess i'm going to make some really stupid mistakes later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History remedial in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then caught "i love you, beth cooper"&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted to tell the sales counter person which movie we wanted. Then it was like, " tickets for.... errr. I..love you.. beth cooper"&lt;br /&gt;Its like, freaking weird lah haha, like telling the person i love you&lt;br /&gt;anyway SG's NC16 rating is damn stupid. I don't see the differences between nc16 and PG ploxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating whether to get lolita, but its 32bux ):&lt;br /&gt;Thats like my.... 4 days allowance yawwww. For a book!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so stunned when you told me we drifted, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound like something that you'll say.&lt;br /&gt;Is it you, or is it me? ):&lt;br /&gt;P.s. thanks for the assurance anw (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3177449452344186558?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3177449452344186558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3177449452344186558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3177449452344186558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3177449452344186558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-our-friends-dont-trust-us-we.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqeSyKVvKbI/AAAAAAAADZo/182Z21Vn2sE/s72-c/tumblr_kpp9c9kJxM1qzc06qo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8979865814898824311</id><published>2009-09-08T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:32:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHiqnD4RI/AAAAAAAADZg/r4nW23CALr8/s1600-h/LGIM0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHiqnD4RI/AAAAAAAADZg/r4nW23CALr8/s320/LGIM0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379065465819881746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHh4ZkrnI/AAAAAAAADZY/pOun3NShMTg/s1600-h/LGIM0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHh4ZkrnI/AAAAAAAADZY/pOun3NShMTg/s320/LGIM0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379065452341538418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHhiWNhqI/AAAAAAAADZQ/Am_C76oPzmg/s1600-h/LGIM0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHhiWNhqI/AAAAAAAADZQ/Am_C76oPzmg/s320/LGIM0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379065446421857954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHhA7cEZI/AAAAAAAADZI/8lZEkqSD30k/s1600-h/LGIM0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHhA7cEZI/AAAAAAAADZI/8lZEkqSD30k/s320/LGIM0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379065437451194770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHguFgeII/AAAAAAAADZA/YsXkVhttyDs/s1600-h/LGIM0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHguFgeII/AAAAAAAADZA/YsXkVhttyDs/s320/LGIM0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379065432393152642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp ALWAYS crash whenever i upload photos from my phone. Seriously uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these are the only photos that i can upload, heehee :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drainneddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, toodles [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Totally got yq speechless in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to meet at 12, then it was like 1150.&lt;br /&gt;Me: heyy.. i might be a little late i'm still waiting for bus at my house ):&lt;br /&gt;her: .(....) omg you noob!&lt;br /&gt;-15mins later-&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh, i reach already where are you&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, omg lah imagin her expression : O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha kay so anyway, we went to ion orchard + wisma + far east.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally after so long !!!!!!! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Kay so i was wearing heels. Like hi yeahhhhhhh [:&lt;br /&gt;Was like a giant walking heeheeheee, people had to look up to me!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Me eat alot tdy i feel so fat and sinfullllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is so crap. I shall go to sleep[;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tmr will be a good day too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH OMG.&lt;br /&gt;kay this week is some fertile week or what? Theres so many people's bday today and tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Seeee :O [from fb ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pengjunyang?ref=hpbday"&gt;Junyang Peng's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=613640835&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Corinne Ong's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=613917620&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Wan Xueming Kenric's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=698403474&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Lee Wei Jin Samuel's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1047152220&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Lixuan Llx's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;+ Rujun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=521087268&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Darren Leow Wei Yong's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=630530672&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Lynn Amelia's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=831169440&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;Xu Bili's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIUpcoming_Item"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1013751497&amp;amp;ref=hpbday"&gt;joseph tang's birthday&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="UIUpcoming_Time"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, happy birthdayyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8979865814898824311?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8979865814898824311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8979865814898824311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8979865814898824311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8979865814898824311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-comp-always-crash-whenever-i-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SqZHiqnD4RI/AAAAAAAADZg/r4nW23CALr8/s72-c/LGIM0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6000985735742889836</id><published>2009-09-06T08:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:56:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress</title><content type='html'>I'm just trying very hard here not to crumble down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've serious insomnia man.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 1 and i'm awake at like 7, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why i'm feeling bitter ):&lt;br /&gt;Is there any place in singapore where you can vent your anger or make you feel btr? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6000985735742889836?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6000985735742889836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6000985735742889836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6000985735742889836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6000985735742889836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-serious-insomnia-man.html' title='Distress'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8795078542414914837</id><published>2009-09-05T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:32:19.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really meaningful video, yup (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastamania-ed w yumi that burned 13bux off my pocket for a meal ):&lt;br /&gt;So not worth it rawr. I'm still feeling very bitter about it (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a few moments of euphoria for real. It has been so long since. I hate the feeling of despair and helplessness engulfing me day and night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8795078542414914837?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8795078542414914837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8795078542414914837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8795078542414914837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8795078542414914837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-few-moments-of-euphoria-for-real.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1793882171621312008</id><published>2009-09-04T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:50:30.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only forgetting is so simple as pressing alt F4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1793882171621312008?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1793882171621312008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1793882171621312008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1793882171621312008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1793882171621312008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-really-very-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2664482726828514439</id><published>2009-09-03T18:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:27:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposed to be studying for POA.&lt;br /&gt;But looks like i've slacked for 3 whole hours, okay whole day actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss the netball days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4eDKlS4I/AAAAAAAADY4/GbBDxvSAuLI/s1600-h/n610684808_2207495_1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4eDKlS4I/AAAAAAAADY4/GbBDxvSAuLI/s320/n610684808_2207495_1971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219306488941442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Especially when i'm dark like charcoal &lt;/span&gt;( this is the only pic i can find w me damn tanned since my pictures folder decided to give up on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4NO7iU1I/AAAAAAAADYg/QTvWmbKCrmY/s1600-h/n520629362_1838320_2328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4NO7iU1I/AAAAAAAADYg/QTvWmbKCrmY/s320/n520629362_1838320_2328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219017589281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&amp;amp; those kuku actions on court ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4MoJ3bLI/AAAAAAAADYY/c_rBgLMtzSw/s1600-h/2582_1056719090530_1002447181_30160186_7986765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4MoJ3bLI/AAAAAAAADYY/c_rBgLMtzSw/s320/2582_1056719090530_1002447181_30160186_7986765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219007180401842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so my point is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS NETBALL AND I HATE STUDYING ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, shall end off with this classic action of mine that i always do [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4N0YzCzI/AAAAAAAADYo/1JIjl6wWpr0/s1600-h/n623374212_1589929_8146204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4N0YzCzI/AAAAAAAADYo/1JIjl6wWpr0/s320/n623374212_1589929_8146204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219027644123954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day[:&lt;br /&gt;Because i ate BK today w girlfriends and shopped! It has been gazillion years since i walked into topshop etc. Okay not that bad, maybe a month luh ): &amp;amp; oh man, i'm so going to town during the sept holidayyyyyys. I like page one much much heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; today is mr chua's birthday :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he gave me a word of encouragement! it just felt really nice. Just thought that my fb status will be ignored and un-commented. And its really surprising heehee. But on the other hand, he forgot to key in my 30hrs of cip! ]:  -feels rly bitter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, my eyes are really painful.&lt;br /&gt;I think my cornea is having oxygen debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was i disappointed :/&lt;br /&gt;Well, it doesn't matter anymore, does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2664482726828514439?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2664482726828514439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2664482726828514439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2664482726828514439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2664482726828514439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp-4eDKlS4I/AAAAAAAADY4/GbBDxvSAuLI/s72-c/n610684808_2207495_1971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6758389302005042030</id><published>2009-09-02T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:06:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp5OnKPt76I/AAAAAAAADYQ/rPWBiTsnwUA/s1600-h/tumblr_kp83pwn8M61qzwivuo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp5OnKPt76I/AAAAAAAADYQ/rPWBiTsnwUA/s320/tumblr_kp83pwn8M61qzwivuo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376821439799095202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied. Because i can't convince myself to ignore those negative thoughts that have been filling me all day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what you're trying to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished two ss themes in a day, yayyy. Thumbs up (:&lt;br /&gt;Seriously need a getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't want to study anymore :'(&lt;br /&gt;-huh.. go study abit luh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whole chuck of things) &amp;amp; as usual i'll pick myself up again independently.&lt;br /&gt;-huh.. cheer up. you got your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is asking you to motivate me to study and just say a few words of encouragement and consoling words too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdowns are good -pats my own shoulder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much uh, friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly the reason why i don't tell you why i'm angry and upset about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6758389302005042030?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6758389302005042030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6758389302005042030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6758389302005042030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6758389302005042030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/hindrance.html' title='Hindrance'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Sp5OnKPt76I/AAAAAAAADYQ/rPWBiTsnwUA/s72-c/tumblr_kp83pwn8M61qzwivuo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-7178880703139281693</id><published>2009-09-01T09:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:14:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spx6bebpVMI/AAAAAAAADYA/n-YIfMGceqY/s1600-h/tumblr_kp7rtvvAdo1qzj0rwo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spx6bebpVMI/AAAAAAAADYA/n-YIfMGceqY/s320/tumblr_kp7rtvvAdo1qzj0rwo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376306667617604802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a terrible horrible nightmare that i cried in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I sprung awake &amp;amp; my poohpooh was gone&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw the msg, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden love is such a nice song on the left side blue colour thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Have been slacking too much recently ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad flu, gahdahblahxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall take a break todayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Away from all communications.&lt;br /&gt;huiping will be fine tmr when you see her yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thanks for being nice&amp;amp;sweet and stuff but things are better kept this way i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Its pouring now mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-7178880703139281693?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/7178880703139281693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=7178880703139281693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7178880703139281693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/7178880703139281693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/09/had-terrible-horrible-nightmare-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spx6bebpVMI/AAAAAAAADYA/n-YIfMGceqY/s72-c/tumblr_kp7rtvvAdo1qzj0rwo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8681053806817260310</id><published>2009-08-31T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:39:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpyXTPuj_zI/AAAAAAAADYI/4b19rSIqHqc/s1600-h/tumblr_kp93so1TKT1qz72oio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpyXTPuj_zI/AAAAAAAADYI/4b19rSIqHqc/s320/tumblr_kp93so1TKT1qz72oio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376338412068667186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really cute. Those in red are the ones i like it [:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha should read it! its not those cheesy kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actual children’s answers to the question “what is love?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” - Billy, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” - Karl, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8681053806817260310?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8681053806817260310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8681053806817260310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8681053806817260310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8681053806817260310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/actual-childrens-answers-to-question.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpyXTPuj_zI/AAAAAAAADYI/4b19rSIqHqc/s72-c/tumblr_kp93so1TKT1qz72oio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-6492049490195599733</id><published>2009-08-31T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:29:16.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spud2O4C31I/AAAAAAAADX4/mEIvQ7SwF0o/s1600-h/tumblr_kp4vbbvKwD1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spud2O4C31I/AAAAAAAADX4/mEIvQ7SwF0o/s320/tumblr_kp4vbbvKwD1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376064135228481362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both are trying.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Strongest when you're weakest.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, life isn't like a fairy tale, it doesn't have happily ever after. Its only a matter whether its today, next week, next month, next year or years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for looking so depressed tdy, i seriously can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone was looking more depressed than me tho, mm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, the tuo xie song is really nice on the left side bar of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no no no no the girl in 4c1 class video isn't me -cover face-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-6492049490195599733?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/6492049490195599733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=6492049490195599733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6492049490195599733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/6492049490195599733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-trying.html' title='End.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spud2O4C31I/AAAAAAAADX4/mEIvQ7SwF0o/s72-c/tumblr_kp4vbbvKwD1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-1378812722203900404</id><published>2009-08-31T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:34:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpqpudH0oTI/AAAAAAAADXw/yuZR1iZU1T8/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpqpudH0oTI/AAAAAAAADXw/yuZR1iZU1T8/s320/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375795720776622386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spqpt1BGJ5I/AAAAAAAADXo/HvKLHz_6BXg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spqpt1BGJ5I/AAAAAAAADXo/HvKLHz_6BXg/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375795710010992530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-1378812722203900404?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/1378812722203900404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=1378812722203900404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1378812722203900404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/1378812722203900404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-whats-now.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpqpudH0oTI/AAAAAAAADXw/yuZR1iZU1T8/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4793171768547946532</id><published>2009-08-30T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:59:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HI I'M A HAPPY GIRL TODAY, CAUSE WHEN I WAKE UP ITS RAINING MEOW MEOW AND ROOF ROOOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay anyway, hi yumi!!!! I'm really excited about tumblr cuz i've follower&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; in one day!!!!! ( emphasis on the S)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha kay i shan't show off anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tooodlesxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone nearly literally dragged me out of my house *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4793171768547946532?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4793171768547946532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4793171768547946532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4793171768547946532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4793171768547946532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahaha-hi-im-happy-girl-today-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2810892512811905413</id><published>2009-08-29T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:47:04.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spk-QovNjvI/AAAAAAAADXg/OxqNcqKMmP0/s1600-h/tumblr_kp1u6qsKiu1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spk-QovNjvI/AAAAAAAADXg/OxqNcqKMmP0/s320/tumblr_kp1u6qsKiu1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396085777665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this peeekture.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just realised the things i like are pretty much kiddy &amp;amp; stuff ]:&lt;br /&gt;Wo fan tong lehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i really like tumblr ttm heehee&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the tumblarity increase thrills me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did something really impulsive yesterday, okay like whats new. I always do things impulsively. But yeah, i didn't regret hohoho. Am quite glad actually [: Managed to clear things that have been bothering me for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really horribly terribly.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study for on friday and saturday, like, really didn't touch the books at all.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygodness i'm in the midst of prelims!!! -bang wall-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ytd theres still ge tai near my estate.&lt;br /&gt;Like yknow those 7th month kind?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't see before!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like for the past 16 yrs 3 month and 13 days of my life?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;WAS DAMN EXCITED.............&lt;br /&gt;Kay, then my momma brought me there and....&lt;br /&gt;its nothing special lor.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HAHAHA THIS IS ANTI CLIMAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i'm feeling much much better becuz i finally thought things through. Maybe? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you realise, i'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how humans are ha.ha.ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2810892512811905413?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2810892512811905413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2810892512811905413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2810892512811905413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2810892512811905413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-like-this-peeekture.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/Spk-QovNjvI/AAAAAAAADXg/OxqNcqKMmP0/s72-c/tumblr_kp1u6qsKiu1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4052723755549826647</id><published>2009-08-28T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:33:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha actually sometimes pictures and quotes can describe your feelings better isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Kay anyway, i'll be tumblr-ing at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://gns.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://gns.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after much psycho-ing from yumi and nehka.&lt;br /&gt;Gns actually stands for something, but gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bakerzin w clique tdy.&lt;br /&gt;I ate like 20bux, i can feel myself expanding.&lt;br /&gt;I ate like the maincourse + soap + bread + choco ice cream + my fav peach italian soda.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is leaving after Os );&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i suddenly miss everything and everyoneee. If only i can catch up w everyone after Os.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, have been slacking really much mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4052723755549826647?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4052723755549826647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4052723755549826647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4052723755549826647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4052723755549826647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-actually-sometimes-pictures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2739929409780286159</id><published>2009-08-27T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:12:22.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know i don't know&lt;br /&gt;One moment is this, the other moment is that.&lt;br /&gt;So wth are all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replying me one word/ phrase answers isn't abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, i'm too sensitive much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I w'na rewind time back to a month ago ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2739929409780286159?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2739929409780286159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2739929409780286159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2739929409780286159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2739929409780286159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/wee-bit-of-sweetness.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4883695355273856379</id><published>2009-08-26T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:26:04.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Disheartened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of such stuff these days ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpUaRo_jbrI/AAAAAAAADXQ/1lrIyoEYNgI/s1600-h/lMh3pvA3Rr2nodmvrIVv03fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpUaRo_jbrI/AAAAAAAADXQ/1lrIyoEYNgI/s320/lMh3pvA3Rr2nodmvrIVv03fjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374230620700634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( via satelliteofyou &amp;amp; quotewhore.tumblr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;                             &lt;span class="quote"&gt;                                 &lt;big class="quote"&gt;“&lt;/big&gt; Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. &lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;span class="source"&gt; — Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad about prelims, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; memorizing english is a chore seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what d'you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4883695355273856379?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4883695355273856379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4883695355273856379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4883695355273856379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4883695355273856379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/via-satelliteofyou-quotewhore.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SpUaRo_jbrI/AAAAAAAADXQ/1lrIyoEYNgI/s72-c/lMh3pvA3Rr2nodmvrIVv03fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-5147580740448922074</id><published>2009-08-25T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:29:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you faithfully much</title><content type='html'>haha this post is entitled to someone whom i love faithfully much.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica totally brightened up my dumb day in school with the quality and quantity lunch date. Quality as in the company, quantity as in the amount of food. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We ate sotong mee + ice kachang + chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey is so going to laugh at my sotong mee. But whats wrong!!!! Its also called sotong mee whutz ): I found my soul mate who says sotong mee like me. hearts hearts ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were damn greedy, okay, veronica is damn greedy. We waited for the ice cream man to come back just to buy ice cream, typical pig -points at veronica-&lt;br /&gt;Look at her post tdy man! ( http://bathtubdux.livejournal.com/ )&lt;br /&gt;Veronica had a veggie stuck at her teeth and it made me laugh for 5minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Like those long long veggie. For a moment i thought she had decaying tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever the day before prelims&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy, huiping you're so champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, about the faithfully thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was writing my english formal letter, then we had to end off with Yours sincerely/ Yours faithfully right? Then i was smsing Veronica when i wrote that and she was feeling very angry and sad. So i told her " i love you faithfully and sincerely kay dpn't cry" Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it made her day -waves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is full of Veronica i sound damn ghey. Even the title is entitled to her.&lt;br /&gt;-shrink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i shall end this post abruptly ( shock tactic!!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay too much from studying English.&lt;br /&gt;Studying timeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;opps its 930 alrready heehee omg i'm damn slack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-5147580740448922074?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/5147580740448922074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=5147580740448922074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5147580740448922074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5147580740448922074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-faithfully-much.html' title='i love you faithfully much'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-170723668164507956</id><published>2009-08-24T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:36:53.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh, i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;having a bad sore throat and my head is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse is that i can't study now.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims is on wednesday zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't know why am i running away now.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you got for me?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-170723668164507956?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/170723668164507956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=170723668164507956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/170723668164507956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/170723668164507956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/urgh-i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4663646510571859510</id><published>2009-08-23T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:06:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't stop being angry and feeling unjustified.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its pre-prelim blues.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet prepared and its in two days time, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Kept getting distracted and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna catch proposal and orphan ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my comp is really lag now, i've to wait for 10 seconds before what i type comes out cuz its running some auto scan, blah.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi J, i really hope things will be fine soon. I seriously hate this tension btwn us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;9212.) In greek mythology, it's said that humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them apart and condemned then to spend their whole lives searching for their missing halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogsecrets.tumblr.com"&gt;(blogsecrets)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4663646510571859510?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4663646510571859510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4663646510571859510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4663646510571859510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4663646510571859510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-stop-being-angry-and-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-4199635630336629781</id><published>2009-08-22T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:15:58.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let  time  fill  the  empty  crevices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/So-26Xx6WJI/AAAAAAAADXI/1P7sxibd-oQ/s1600-h/3790637870_9449f77db8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/So-26Xx6WJI/AAAAAAAADXI/1P7sxibd-oQ/s320/3790637870_9449f77db8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372713994408319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;You were my friends and I had the best times of my life with you. But these days, all this, all the stars you reached for, all the things you ached for, you've got them and you don't even know it. And all your fulfilled dreams have made you do, is try and rip each other to pieces. Your hopes dipped in bitterness. That's why I hate it." (via&lt;a href="http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/"&gt; iwrotethisforyou&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision is... not making a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-4199635630336629781?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/4199635630336629781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=4199635630336629781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4199635630336629781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/4199635630336629781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-wrong.html' title='Let  time  fill  the  empty  crevices.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/So-26Xx6WJI/AAAAAAAADXI/1P7sxibd-oQ/s72-c/3790637870_9449f77db8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-2953961115439468989</id><published>2009-08-20T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:07:46.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh mannnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little depressed. I think i screwed up my English oral.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what the indian teacher is trying to say!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like "ndjsuernejrwku the left iosdhiurehuew doing."&lt;br /&gt;Then i was totally stunned, i thought english teachers are supposed to be avid speaker and fluent. Or maybe its just me. But really ah!&lt;br /&gt;Then i just... anyhow whack luh! what can i do, later she thought i bimbo or hearing got problem.&lt;br /&gt;Then i guess i didn't rly answered her question fully ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the convo part was worse! i totally can't catch what she was trying to say&lt;br /&gt;Her: "ndsfjkhreoewhjwej"&lt;br /&gt;Me: -awhile- erm, sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Her" skjewiu urban or rural sajerueh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-stunned- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both of them said my conversation was good, i hope they're sincere about what they say man *pray hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAVING PIZZA HUT FOR DINNER!!!!! lubz lubz.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry now ):&lt;br /&gt;after trying for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half an hour&lt;/span&gt; to get through the hotline. seriously ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OMG,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LYNN&lt;/span&gt; SIGNED IN AND MY WHOLE COMP HANGED.&lt;br /&gt;AHYOH. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking like sheez man.&lt;br /&gt;Time to study. heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-2953961115439468989?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/2953961115439468989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=2953961115439468989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2953961115439468989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/2953961115439468989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-mannnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-457082352715897841</id><published>2009-08-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:08:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm really really really very tired, of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-457082352715897841?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/457082352715897841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=457082352715897841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/457082352715897841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/457082352715897841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/drained.html' title='drained'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-5548148788072154401</id><published>2009-08-18T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:07:24.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; give you icy cold stares nor say anything negative about you.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm labelled as the bad guy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be frame for something that i don't remember doing.&lt;br /&gt;My gaze are like that, what do you want me to do about it?!&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't angry w you in the beginning, guess you thought too much and...&lt;br /&gt;Fine, shouldn't be pissed. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really drained out ttm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-5548148788072154401?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/5548148788072154401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=5548148788072154401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5548148788072154401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5548148788072154401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-did-not-give-you-icy-cold-stares-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-8142041497926596785</id><published>2009-08-17T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:16:29.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeheee, i should be studying for prelims which is like next week?&lt;br /&gt;No idea why am i doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so eggcited about Thursday's O lvl oral, heehee. Krazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you flip to today's Straits Time Home section page 8 i think? You'll see the fire newspaper report thingy in the middle? THATS MY BLOCK!!!! HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so ytd i was doing my work half way. Then i smelt smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was just some incense or something.&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother ran out and said theres fire.&lt;br /&gt;Then we ran to the kitchen, its only 5units adjacent down!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;There were thick smoke and the air is choking man seriously!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated whether to go downstairs then my ma was like "ahyah wait lah i washing clothes"&lt;br /&gt;Then we all were like, wtf?! fire lehhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay so we didn't go down in the end luh.&lt;br /&gt;Guess the unit was badly burned and charred. Saw the family sitting at the void deck when i was going out, they look really forlorn ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, cut my hair w Veronica ytd!&lt;br /&gt;My ahbeng hairdresser wasn't in, i saddd ):&lt;br /&gt;I literally spent 28bux cutting my fringe only.&lt;br /&gt;Best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-8142041497926596785?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/8142041497926596785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=8142041497926596785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8142041497926596785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/8142041497926596785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/heeheee-i-should-be-studying-for.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-5573038513118226711</id><published>2009-08-15T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:07:19.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>First sign of depression&lt;br /&gt;#1 lost of interest in something you usually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost interest in bejeweled!!!&lt;br /&gt;So is this good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, ni hao.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a mood of spilling everything out, which is good in a sense, mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened recently and got to know even those that i'm not supposed to know it happened. ( this sentence sounds damn weird) Everything is different from last summer ( okay lah not like SG has got summer.) Everything is different, much more depressing in a bad way that i've decided on some major stuffs. I hate making decisions in life ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i'm staring into the screen now. Always find myself zone-ing out.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to cut my hair w Veronica tmr. The heavy bunch of hair seem to add invisible weight on my head. I hope my ahbeng hair dresser and nica's ahben hairdresser will be in tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side track a little.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this matter only have an answer after Os. Lets see how it goes after Os yo.&lt;br /&gt;Not holding much hope for that promise, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Prove me wrong then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand some villian that totally act like a bimbo. Okay, bimbo is a bit of overstatement btw. Trying to act as if you're real cool but in the real fact you don't even know what is happening at all. Big L for you. Its corresponding anyway, opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogsecrets.tumblr.com"&gt;8622.) It's going to be okay, right?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-5573038513118226711?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/5573038513118226711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=5573038513118226711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5573038513118226711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/5573038513118226711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/depression.html' title='depression'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9620836.post-3002234105629969254</id><published>2009-08-13T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:27:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SoQhNPRhT4I/AAAAAAAADW4/e_VhfsVGKv0/s1600-h/lMh3pvA3Rqh4iysc7nnHkoBoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SoQhNPRhT4I/AAAAAAAADW4/e_VhfsVGKv0/s320/lMh3pvA3Rqh4iysc7nnHkoBoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369453167054507906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( via satelliteofyou.tumblr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a remedy, i need a cheese remedy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If only someone can give me cheese meatballz i'll marry the person ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i keep updating on alternate days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was meteor shower on tuesday at 2am!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But apparently i missed it.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be so cool if i can watch meteor shower!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like yknow those in teewee drama ma series whereby you picnic at a place then theres meteor shower then you can make your fairy god mother wishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to gather my thoughts and think of what is appropriate to write it here.&lt;br /&gt;But i realise none is.&lt;br /&gt;I shall sleepppppp, am really tired ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://quotewhore.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;                                 &lt;big class="quote"&gt;“&lt;/big&gt; Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow —beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="source"&gt; — Jodi Picoult, &lt;i&gt;My Sister’s Keeper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9620836-3002234105629969254?l=t-indulge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/feeds/3002234105629969254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9620836&amp;postID=3002234105629969254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3002234105629969254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9620836/posts/default/3002234105629969254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-indulge.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheese.html' title='Cheese.'/><author><name>somebody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r0Wre5bKfwI/SoQhNPRhT4I/AAAAAAAADW4/e_VhfsVGKv0/s72-c/lMh3pvA3Rqh4iysc7nnHkoBoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
