<?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-5861450453692286172</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:49:33.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotations,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146601317090636394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-8456924695680044596</id><published>2010-02-19T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:10:38.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eighty-eight, I missed you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/237/d/b/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs33/f/2008/237/d/b/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed out "Where have you been". Deleted the entire sentence and changed it to "Where are you". Typed in  "I missed you". Changed it to "I miss you". Could I hear that voice again? Probably, possibly, Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8456924695680044596?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8456924695680044596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8456924695680044596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8456924695680044596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8456924695680044596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2010/02/eighty-eight-i-missed-you.html' title='eighty-eight, I missed you'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146601317090636394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-5277247775504835596</id><published>2009-12-08T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:39:37.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eightyseven, taylor lautner?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/332/a/8/simple_pleasure_VII_by_Amuletz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 447px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/332/a/8/simple_pleasure_VII_by_Amuletz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Taylor Lautner?! When I was typing my blog URL in the address bar, it turned out like this: "sunday-lautner.blogspot". My brain has officially fizzed beyond reparations. Even AJ can't salvage this situation (oops!) (: Yeah, I think I'm really going mad now cos seeing the Taylor(s) together makes me wanna rip the female counterpart's hair off. What is wrong with me. And I hate flickr for showing pictures of T&amp;amp;T together. Gosh, I needa walk away form this before time runs out. Help me stop procrastinating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-5277247775504835596?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/5277247775504835596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=5277247775504835596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5277247775504835596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5277247775504835596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/12/eightyseven-taylor-lautner.html' title='eightyseven, taylor lautner?!'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146601317090636394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3274499125112040939</id><published>2009-12-07T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:41:18.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eightysix, taylor lautner?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/326/b/4/Taylor_Lautner__is_MINE_by_brandonetaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 229px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/326/b/4/Taylor_Lautner__is_MINE_by_brandonetaylor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Lautner, what? Save me from this trap that i'm falling into. As swift as quicksand, as painful as fire, get me out of this, this.. &lt;i&gt;Fascination?&lt;/i&gt; So now my boyfriend's name will have to be Jake or Taylor? It's incredulously insane, but the thing is, I enjoy this moment of madness. Being drawn and intrigued by this creature that could possibly be fictional or if I warp it the other way round, is an acctual person. Oh, shut up I'm not making any sense here. Taylor Lautner/Jacob Black sweeps me off my feet. Hopefully there won't be any pure Taylor marriages or any Taylor marriages/hookups in the near future ;) Otherwise my fantasy bubble would pop and my future would cease to exist. Or, my future involving this character would cease to exist. Either way round, sucks terribly cos' i've already sunken into this.. &lt;i&gt;fascination-thingo&lt;/i&gt;. Should have never went near New Moon or Twilight. Stupid book, stupid movie. So now I &lt;i&gt;like/love/something&lt;/i&gt; a fictional character or a factual human who plas the fictional character. Get outta this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3274499125112040939?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3274499125112040939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3274499125112040939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3274499125112040939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3274499125112040939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/12/eightysix-taylor-lautner.html' title='eightysix, taylor lautner?!'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146601317090636394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3015967365528004955</id><published>2009-11-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:05:18.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eightyfour, it rained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs38/i/2008/339/1/1/And_It_Rained_All_Night_by_NoPastForSkud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 219px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs38/i/2008/339/1/1/And_It_Rained_All_Night_by_NoPastForSkud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was lit, ablaze by the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, rain came falling down, one droplet heavier than the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special, nothing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal everyday life, everything was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3015967365528004955?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3015967365528004955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3015967365528004955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3015967365528004955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3015967365528004955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/11/eightyfour-it-rained.html' title='eightyfour, it rained'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146601317090636394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-9098509934265366353</id><published>2009-10-17T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:41:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eightythree, i am worthless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamilucc.com/images/christianity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 418px;" src="http://www.tamilucc.com/images/christianity2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am useless, I am useless, I am useless, I am pathetic,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I have failed you,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I am unworthy,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I am not good enough,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I am hopeless, I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I see no future, I am useless,  I am useless, I am useless, I am a disappointment, I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I'll always be second best, I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I am invisible, I am useless,   I am useless,  I am useless, almost non-existent, I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, I need your love,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless,Where are you,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, Can't you see me,  I am useless,  I am useless,  I am useless, Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, please refill me with your holy spirit. I can't seem to divert my attention away from my imperfections. My faith is draining, my hope is scarce and my future is vague. Lord, please show me a future. A future with you, overflowing and abundant of your love. Father, I am unworthy of my perfect family. Yet, I want and need to thank you for blessing me with many things that I certainly don't deserve. Lord, thank you for loving me for my imperfections and failures. My flaws and my inadequacies. Thank you, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-9098509934265366353?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/9098509934265366353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=9098509934265366353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/9098509934265366353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/9098509934265366353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/10/eightythree-i-am-worthless.html' title='eightythree, i am worthless'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16146601317090636394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-2382872162365848744</id><published>2009-08-27T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:55:45.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eightytwo, IMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2007/04/IMG_8092-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 188px;" src="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2007/04/IMG_8092-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like that moment was slowed down just to emphasize my mistake, the seriousness of it all. Heard it, saw it, felt it go crashing to the ground. To make things worse, everything went flying in all directions as I felt my heart sink to the depths of my gut. My phone died. And i'm in a dilemma as to what phone I should get next when they all are so inapt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2382872162365848744?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2382872162365848744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2382872162365848744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2382872162365848744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2382872162365848744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/08/eightytwo-imy.html' title='eightytwo, IMY'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-2844481119408135548</id><published>2009-08-24T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:58:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eightyone, RYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SpJkJCf3kfI/AAAAAAAAABE/L1pRXTbttM4/s1600-h/6640_120224008890_755723890_2387045_7917513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SpJkJCf3kfI/AAAAAAAAABE/L1pRXTbttM4/s320/6640_120224008890_755723890_2387045_7917513_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373467411858559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bummer, I terribly miss ryc! This dumb ryc withdrawal symptom isn't gonna leave me for the next few days and that really sucks sheet. Wellios, RYC has been a really great experience for me and I've learnt to kick the urging habbit of stereotism and being judgemental (although it's a kinda an inevitable thing for humans) First day, terrible. If you told me that I had to endure 4 hours straight of speeches and speeches and nothing else, I'd stuff myself with sugar first. So during the reception, I really went wild with Jose. Not saying what we did but it was rather amusing trying to keep on the look-out while choking on that disasteredly disgusting water-wannabe drink that was sercretly mixed with like what, tea leaves?! But anyway, I had some fun searching for some while running (and escaping) from other whom I dreaded so much to even lay my eyes on them (whoops.) And by the end of day one, I declared that there were only small pathetic amounts of "eye relief"s around, heh. Second day was seriously a blasttt! Amazing race really drawed us closer as Burnt Siennas! Made new friends with AhB and Vic while getting to know others from SBC like Carmen and Jar (who I met really later on). Then the campfire was like a successful blastttt &lt;s&gt;(apart from the fire's closing ceremony where she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sprinkled&lt;/span&gt;, not extinguish.)&lt;/s&gt; Dar really went all out on the catwalk, Gan went on a scandal rampage with her new rumoured pet boyfriend on a leash :b I forgot my dance steps and ridiculed myself in front of him and steph and charlie and sarah and celeste and zoe and maybe just about the whole cohort (: If that wasn't bad enough, it was caught on video. How great! But I really did enjoy myself reallypreally much. Thanks ryc for making my day(s) and for the new friends who were so spontaneously entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SpJkJZIeWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/pCTobvv2N2c/s1600-h/6640_120223848890_755723890_2387036_3834425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SpJkJZIeWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/pCTobvv2N2c/s320/6640_120223848890_755723890_2387036_3834425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373467417934453042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2844481119408135548?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2844481119408135548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2844481119408135548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2844481119408135548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2844481119408135548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/08/eightyone-ryc.html' title='eightyone, RYC'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_OkueIpW5yZw/SpJkJCf3kfI/AAAAAAAAABE/L1pRXTbttM4/s72-c/6640_120224008890_755723890_2387045_7917513_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1595241648711314856</id><published>2009-08-01T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:47:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eighty, finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs161.snc1/6016_108223233830_705793830_2264883_5559354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs161.snc1/6016_108223233830_705793830_2264883_5559354_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopsie daisies! It's been sucha long time since I last update though no one is seriously reading this. Ohwell, I'm feeling kinda stressed now since i'm not the least bit prepared for the commons which is a week away. And what's more is that the teachers haven't even told us on the topics tested! Like what the pong, &lt;s&gt;if you're pregnant at least get us a substitute?!&lt;/s&gt; And i've been feeling down in the dumps recently, like lower than the ground kind of low. I desperately need Meli or Sarah Gan or Rifah to just boost my emotions to sky high rocket pie! :D Oh Oh! Tell you something interesting. I went into the lift with the 4th floor hamsum guy again for the second time! And Figured out that he was in ACSi and that he wore lens-less specs for fun (What a loser). And for the second time, he mumbled another "thanks" and "fourth floor" again. &lt;s&gt;Ooo, what fate and destiny this is&lt;/s&gt;. HAHA, I don't believe myself :b Heart dissecting was kinda irksome really. Therefore, I become the self-appointed photographer! No one really did want me to touch the heart if I was gonna handle their expensive camera phones right (: Then took loads of pictures at the back of the lab with rifah, posing in our poseur act-kewl lab coats and gloves and scappels, teehee. School's like taking up a whole part of my life now, I just want family to take over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1595241648711314856?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1595241648711314856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1595241648711314856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1595241648711314856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1595241648711314856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/08/eighty-finally.html' title='eighty, finally'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-7813480767253833801</id><published>2009-07-23T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:34:23.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventynine, something's wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs17/i/2007/171/4/c/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 248px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs17/i/2007/171/4/c/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong, I'm positive. The atmosphere doesn't seem to be all too good, the emotions running doesn't feel the least bit warm, the forces of attraction seem to repel instead of attract. What is going on? One word responses like you can't be bothered. Once, twice and never again did you turn back to even bother. A thousand questions penetrating into the sunlight, mystery and curiosity fill the air, shading the sun over the horizon. Why are they shunning me like that? What is going on? Why is there hesitation in your eyes that imploringly burns a hole through my skin. Someone, anyone enlighten this burden. Am I simply thinking too much, wasting my time on non-existent matters. Please, let the phone vibrate, ring, buzz, whatever. Just to let me know that I'm not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-7813480767253833801?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/7813480767253833801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=7813480767253833801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7813480767253833801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7813480767253833801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/07/seventynine-somethings-wrong.html' title='seventynine, something&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-8931071059185263227</id><published>2009-06-27T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:01:55.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventyeight, frustrated facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/176/8/8/One_Moment_Of_Freedom_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/176/8/8/One_Moment_Of_Freedom_by_monislawa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so frustratingggggg. Apart from the boston bag dilemma, there's more stuff that's cropping up and clogging my arteries with rage. I thought I could just leave the whole bunch of you behind in the US of A all over the world and never to face my vulnerabilities ever again. Just when I thought it'll soon be over, just when I thought that my life could be saved, you came back knocking on my window pane opening all the deceits and defeits. My mind tells me one thing but my mind-II tells me another. The mind wants to go for it and just hopefully plunge down into a fantasy world where everything is perfect. The mind-II is helluva conscious and wants to avoid all the problems and just shun reality. Which should I heed, The  courageous yet risky one, or the smart yet timid one? Grr, my mind is in this huge whirlwindy-tornado-hurricane. (PS. This is not a boy situation so please, don't jump to conclusions you weirdo-dumbos!) I hate facebook for giving me so many problematic social-networking problems. I hate facebook for allowing people, whom I've been trying so hard to remain alienated from, to add me. I hate facebook coz' it allows people I want to desperately hide from see me in the "People you may know" section. I feel like slapping facebook. And msn. Oh sh'dupp, I'll take a breather and go shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8931071059185263227?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8931071059185263227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8931071059185263227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8931071059185263227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8931071059185263227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventyeight-frustrated-facebook.html' title='seventyeight, frustrated facebook'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-1657692429193463230</id><published>2009-06-27T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:34:19.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventyseven, indie experimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SkWTKbIWRKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ixdZNfMwz8c/s1600-h/Artist-370265-Publicityimage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SkWTKbIWRKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ixdZNfMwz8c/s320/Artist-370265-Publicityimage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351845539490448546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Owl city says Hello!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today that i'm a mega-bega Indie music genre fan o:! And all along I didn't know what genre "nevershoutnever!", "A Rocket ttm", "The hushed sound" was! I'm sucha failure when it comes to genre cos' I can't even differentiate the difference between pop and idk rock or whatever. But anyway, i've been scouting new songs and loitering around purevolume.com again. And boy oh boy, there're now two sites that makes me a glad gladys (: The first site is lookbook.nu that site cheers me up everytime! And namely Alex Evans and Colin H. Maybe Woori G. but she's been mia ever since. And in purevolume, any new acoustic-pop-indie bands make me happy! Finishing everything on e-learning also makes me happy and free. That's the reason why I went for facial yesterday coz' I had the time and was desperately needing pimple cream. Fell asleep during facial when she applied some sorta mud mask which hardened on my face. Then I tried to crack the masks by smiling or frowning but it didnt work. So we face was hard stiff for an hour! And boo, since my facial was near Funan Mall, it was the bestest chance ever to get my mum to buy the Boston Bag for me! But nooooo, I didn't bring the $20 voucher and mum wanted to avoid the 6pm traffic so we zoomed off ): Gosh, what a bummer! But hopefully i'll be able to get my bag before school progresses into the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1657692429193463230?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1657692429193463230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1657692429193463230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1657692429193463230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1657692429193463230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventyseven-indie-experimental.html' title='seventyseven, indie experimental'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_OkueIpW5yZw/SkWTKbIWRKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ixdZNfMwz8c/s72-c/Artist-370265-Publicityimage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-4720213164723603901</id><published>2009-06-25T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:31:18.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventysix, harbour Less hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/f/2007/017/3/9/Black_White_by_AtXU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 307px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/f/2007/017/3/9/Black_White_by_AtXU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, twice three times? I should've known.  I should've seen this coming all along, but why didn't I sense it coming this time? Got my hopes building on, tower strong. But hold on, next thing morn, tower gone. Less hope and expectations, less disappointments to deal with. I should've drilled this into my brain before I came out to experience the world. What a joke, I really should've known. But what's the use, a stand has been made and the decision's final. I'm sorry man, try again next year. Another day, another week, another year. This doesn't feel like a holiday at all. I need to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4720213164723603901?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4720213164723603901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4720213164723603901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4720213164723603901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4720213164723603901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventysix-harbour-less-hope.html' title='seventysix, harbour Less hope'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-1740892146543185420</id><published>2009-06-23T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:14:11.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventyfive, colours seem to fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs32/i/2008/199/6/c/watching_colours_fade_emotions_by_goodmorningtuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 144px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs32/i/2008/199/6/c/watching_colours_fade_emotions_by_goodmorningtuesday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday, got lost in the circus, feeling like such a mess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now I'm down, I'm just hanging on the corner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't help but reminisce.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz when you're gone, all the colours fade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone, no new years day parade. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're gone, colours seem to fade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your mama called, she said, that you're downstairs crying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling like such a mess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, I hear ya', in the back ground balling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happened to your sweet summer time dress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone, all the colours fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're gone, colours seem to fade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Colours seem to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm totally in love with this song's cover by Urbangermany on yt. It's such a lullaby tune but the lyrics are just a tadradsad ): Anyway! I am semi-productive t'day, hippiehurray. Finished up AEmath, finished up geog, did a little cheena and I'm still hoping that the trashbag-&lt;b&gt;moe&lt;/b&gt;llie-pollie will somehow announce that school will reopen on like 6thJuly instead of next week which is still June. Oh Bummer, hopefully their minds will get straightened out and realise what a big threat H1N1 poses to the students (buh, yes i'm exagerrating but whocarez) Please Close Down, School. Or my mum will bash you (I hope). Anywhoot, terribly looking forward to friday with Meli out to vivo to watch H&amp;amp;M and buy my num bag! I'm still having my doubts though, how? Oh Bugger :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-1740892146543185420?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1740892146543185420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1740892146543185420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1740892146543185420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1740892146543185420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventyfive-colours-seem-to-fade.html' title='seventyfive, colours seem to fade'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-1091286294405078838</id><published>2009-06-22T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:19:40.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventyfour, hardwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/170/1/8/little_red_bus_by_valyeszter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/170/1/8/little_red_bus_by_valyeszter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hustle Bustle, I've been working hard this week and the past, dilligently washing my face and smearing pimple cream all over just to improve my complexion a little. And thankfully, it's working! The sacrifice to this daily routine is my time, energy, water and my fringe(!!) It's on the brink of death now since it has to be hairbanded/clipped up for the whole day. So maybe, just maybe, i'll appear next week in school with my fringe clipped up, no matter how horrendous it might appear. The thought of that creeps me out since my huge forehead isn't exactly very presentable. Ohwell, i'm just satisfied enough that we didn't have to turn up at school this week coz' it was replaced with e-learning. And that i'll be heading out and about this week (: Tuesday, outing with D after tuition (hopefully). Wednesday, I gotta stick at home and finish up as much nonesense and homework and elearning as possible since i'll be heading out &amp;amp; about on thurs and fryday. Friday, vivo with meli(you want your name to be mentioned, donchu!!) to buy my num bag though I still have my doubts and to catch the H&amp;amp;M movie! Geog worksheets are killing me. AEMath is killing me. Bio and Chem are killing me. Oh swine flu, can't you just erupt a case in our school and let it shut down for a week or two? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Meli has been crapping the crap and snapping the snaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1091286294405078838?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1091286294405078838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1091286294405078838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1091286294405078838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1091286294405078838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventyfour-hardwork.html' title='seventyfour, hardwork'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-3894573270623675639</id><published>2009-06-19T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:52:51.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventythree, I want moar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/Sjtf5aqIO5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LHTdtK2kx8A/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/Sjtf5aqIO5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LHTdtK2kx8A/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348974422445800338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want moar, I want moar! Bummer, there's so many things in life that I seriously desire for right now. High heels from Topshop, Dress from Mango, Boston Bag in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from NewUrbanMale (Srsly, they are Hot! I wouldn't mind orange, pink, light khaki either), new wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc. The list just never ends I guess. But ohmybomb, the num bag is long $129 bucks! My mum would just scold and nag me to death if I ever even mention a thing about bags. Maybe I should sekretly take my stash of money and escape to Num, hee. Okay no, bad idea coz i'll prolly spend all my cash in that shop. I even went to the extent of taking part in the Seventeen mag contest just to get a num boston bag :b I must be insane coz a normal gladys would only eat haagen daz while laughing at the computer screen or meli/sarahg/steph/rifah (: Owell, there's only one thing to look forward to now. An extended week(not really though). I will bake with rifah, pending. I will bake with Bel, pending(51% impossible though), I will bake with Soph, when we get down to deciding the date :b But I want to shop! Guh, I need to rake out my life and live it again. I've actually almost finished all my homework, wowee. But I Need Shopping, maaaan. This feeling of materialism sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3894573270623675639?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3894573270623675639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3894573270623675639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3894573270623675639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3894573270623675639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventythree-i-want-moar.html' title='seventythree, I want moar!'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_OkueIpW5yZw/Sjtf5aqIO5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/LHTdtK2kx8A/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3677991852419205183</id><published>2009-06-13T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:03:31.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventytwo, woosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SjNBIllLMcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YPWIPI5N1hQ/s1600-h/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SjNBIllLMcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YPWIPI5N1hQ/s320/IMG_2695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346688798401704386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy did I have fun these past few days, dressing up for posh dinners($400 bill) and shopping for 5 hours non-stop (: And us three females actually spent more than $500(!!) at Vivo's ground level shops which includes F21, Topshop, PedderRed, Zara etc. I am now a happy delighted Gladys who has found a new found interest in High Heels. It's kinda unbelievable that Gladys, the anti-heels 4eva person would come to find Heels interesting, righto? But yeah, it all started out like this: My sis was busy trying on clothes in Topshop and I was really bored. So I sat on the sofa in the shoe section, waiting for her. Not wanting to seem like some auntie who free-loads these sofas, I decided to try on some shoes to past the time and to look not-so-auntie. What I tried on was waaaay beyond my walking capabilities but nevertheless, I did manage to walk in those dangerously high heels &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SjM_S5DjwaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AiNExYWPVCo/s1600-h/shoe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/SjM_S5DjwaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AiNExYWPVCo/s320/shoe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686776404853154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and not tumble over. (I am darn proud of myself!) And somehow, very weirdly, I feel in Love with those heels (the oxfords were so pretty! But dang, no size ): and size 40 was the last pair of heels left.) Walking in these heels will really cause some terrible blisters but what should I do, they elongate my stumpy legs, so I Love Them :b (this reason is shallow enough) At the end of the day, I only got two tops from f21 cos' I couldn't bear to bust my mum's credit card with this $150 dress from MNG that I loved but not that much, and another $100++ dress from Topshop that I didn't adore that much either. Those terrible shops didn't have my shoe size so I couldn't grab any shoes too ): Oh, stab my broken heart but it was all worth it since my family has bonded over these two days  of expensive events which left us with an empty wallet but a full closet (and tummy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3677991852419205183?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3677991852419205183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3677991852419205183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3677991852419205183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3677991852419205183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventytwo-woosh_13.html' title='seventytwo, woosh!'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_OkueIpW5yZw/SjNBIllLMcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YPWIPI5N1hQ/s72-c/IMG_2695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-7270408862409343268</id><published>2009-06-09T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:08:36.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventyone, joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs42/i/2009/085/e/c/hang_me_up_to_dry_by_sunset_accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 341px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs42/i/2009/085/e/c/hang_me_up_to_dry_by_sunset_accident.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(insertname) posted at 5.54pm Tuesday 9 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY BY THE WONDERGIRLS!!! and TARTS MY BODAY BY KOREAN DUDE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the poster was a girl, I wouldn't mind but seriously, T you let me downnnn dude. But then again, it's these small minute details that cheers me up, really. The past week and what's over of this week has been just a drag. Cooping up at home and rewatching Ouran High and BOF isn't what I'd call exciting, don'tcha think. Sundays are turning into days which I'm dreading a little more and more. Not so much of what I do and learn on Sundays but more of who I meet and who I see. He's getting on my nerves more and more with his ultimately fickle and showy attitude, taking on different roles at once. What a drag, what a bore. "He's freaking hitched!" You couldn't have said that any better. What's worse is that he acts like he isn't, she does that too. What is the world coming too these days. Ohwell, the only thing(s) I can look forward to is Mummy's Birthday dinner @ The Cliffs on Thurs, Shopping and movies @ Vivo on Friday, Meeting Tammy @ her house on whichever day we can possibly make it and hopefully, A drag-less Sunday pretty please. I'm hanging up now, sorry I didn't reply your texts. Maybe I just didn't want to (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-7270408862409343268?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/7270408862409343268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=7270408862409343268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7270408862409343268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7270408862409343268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventyone-joker.html' title='seventyone, joker'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-7041414759947439387</id><published>2009-06-06T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:05:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventy, Oh heck i still love him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allkpop.com/images/uploads/2009_stories/20090604_leeminho_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.allkpop.com/images/uploads/2009_stories/20090604_leeminho_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, I still love him despite the competition and what steph criticizes: "His hair is a flop (literally) and his nose is too huge!" After watching all the videos of him and saving almost every single photoshoot of him in Trugen, Levi's Strauss Signature, Haptic, Dunkin', Vogue, Cosmo, etc. And wowee, I rediscovered Wonbin in Vogue and discovered more news that left Genlimp screaming into the phone :b Apparently, her darling Hyunjoong will be coming to Singapore in December for their first asia concert tour! Whoopdeedoo, now I'm a ticket broker? Ohwell, my dream is still to be a fashion photographer, preferrably to photograph photoshoots like Vogue and Trugen with the main leads as Minho and maybe Wonbin? (: Living in my fantasy world keeps me happy and tralala non-stop. But who wouldn't agree that Minho is the bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-7041414759947439387?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/7041414759947439387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=7041414759947439387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7041414759947439387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7041414759947439387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/seventy-oh-heck-i-still-love-him.html' title='seventy, Oh heck i still love him'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-5680612612625620911</id><published>2009-06-03T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:38:44.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtynine, kids these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs42/i/2009/153/7/b/storm_is_coming__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 235px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs42/i/2009/153/7/b/storm_is_coming__by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted a whole entire post. Why, becoz' it was in terrible shape! Seriously, I Have Nothing To Blog About. I Need A Life. I Need An Interesting Life. Melissa, Where Are You? Sarah Gan, Where Are You? Interesting People Who Light Up My Life, Where Are You? Owell, to keep myself preoccupied, I shall walk to cheers at the opposite end of the condo just to buy a few magazines. Wow, Interesting Much (: Planning a surprise birthday for Momma isn't really productive since the leading man is playing golf when he's supposed to be feeding me ideas and stylo-milo posh restaurants to go to. Man, I need some stuff to spice up my life. Why does D, E, X and the entire population have to go overseas during this short June holidays ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-5680612612625620911?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/5680612612625620911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=5680612612625620911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5680612612625620911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5680612612625620911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/06/sixtynine-kids-these-days.html' title='sixtynine, kids these days'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-19507951447412500</id><published>2009-05-30T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:39:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtyeight, defeated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.com/fs21/300W/f/2007/300/f/f/Wither_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.com/fs21/300W/f/2007/300/f/f/Wither_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel really darn defeated by the fact that I was unfit for obs. It kinda hit me real bad a moment ago that I missed obs and missed whatever that was going on in obs whether physically or mentally. Everyone is so much more bonded as a cohort, as a class and we're gonna be outcasts sooner or later. The after effects are dreadfully surreal. One terrible month being distant from each other won't be of any help. Not being able to attend ROCs at the end of the year with a quarter of my class doesn't help either. They just make things worse. We have lesser things to say now, lesser things to talk about, lesser things we could relate to. I'm dreadfully certain that we won't and we can't be as close as we were and I'm been trying to patch up the gap but it isn't quite as successful. Hopefully we can return to the past, I want to return to the past. For once, I don't abhor the past. Why can't you just let me go at the end of the year? Such a wreck, Such a failure, Such a pathetic loser to be unable to conquer the minuscule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-19507951447412500?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/19507951447412500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=19507951447412500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/19507951447412500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/19507951447412500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtyeight-defeated.html' title='sixtyeight, defeated'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-5707390075475966345</id><published>2009-05-29T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:18:50.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtyseven, last day of term2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4523/73/104/610851671/n610851671_2648023_948708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 209px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4523/73/104/610851671/n610851671_2648023_948708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's already the last day of term two and somehow I really enjoyed myself during the OBS week where we, the unfits, messed around in school (: Yesterday, I was an umpire for the sectwo interhouse sports games whatever bombom and wow, I came home with 5 more mosquito bites and a sweaty uniform. Imagine, 3 hours in the sports complex with NO fans, NO wind, NO ventilations, Sweaty sectwos, Stinky sectwos, Hungry mosquitoes. Man, my life felt so empty and well, hot. Don't wanna really emphasize on what happened during the games but, She cried. Furrreakkkyyy! Then, lousyDah went home half way through, again! And we watched some sportsy movie in 3E where Pear, Jiba and I were playing the fingernail girly game :D It was so fun! MagSim didn't notice a thing and we were laughing so terribly hard. I'm sure some people noticed right, it was so dark obvious with the whole board game ON the table top :b I was busy flashing my lovely golden nail to Charisaa when KK entered the class. What a large partypooper, that baldie ): Then when there was no more teachers, we zoomed back to class and played around with Pear's dslr in class!! 8) Today, did another whacko vietnam project thingums and it was so boringggggg. After that it was better. watched another sportsy movie that was better than the first and boy were we (Jennypoo, Pear, Fah and I) hyped up while watching the show. This whole week has been better than what I expected, getting to know more people like Susu, Charissa, Weeli, Pear, etc. See you soon, unfits! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-5707390075475966345?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/5707390075475966345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=5707390075475966345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5707390075475966345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5707390075475966345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtyseven-last-day-of-term2.html' title='sixtyseven, last day of term2'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-3372920759825840927</id><published>2009-05-27T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:05:45.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtysix, omg hortpark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc1/4523_102465951671_610851671_2647815_1323430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 455px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs058.snc1/4523_102465951671_610851671_2647815_1323430_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, HortPark? Today was kind of the best day of the week, seriously! Ever since my loverly class zoomed away into OBS, Fah and I have been kinda bumming around feeling ttly dead and wanted to skip school everyday. But today was  exceptional! First, Got on the bus and guess who I saw. Well, you wouldn't know anyway but I saw D. "Omgz, whatareyoudoingheresoearly?!" And we were pretty much in laughing fits by the time I had to leave. Oh, bummer! Then, went to class and saw Jennypoo! The rest of the day at HortPark was really sweaty and hot(as the name suggests), yet fun :D Spazzed on the bus with Jennypoo, "Say Hi to the passer-By! (silence) Omg, it rhymes!" Walked around laughing at Fah, Poking fun at Jennypoo who, in my opinions and my fat hopes, Vomits while sleep-walking! So she got sent back from OBS, HAHA joker :b Laughed around with MissKek, charissa, Pear(major weirdo 8D), ate lollipops with Yuanning, played even more with Jennypoo and smelled the flowers from HortPark! The smell was actually from the toilet detergent that was like 200m away from the flowers. Laughing joke I tell you! Pear, Weeli and whomever else who were near by were laughing like mad! Coz I was like "Whoa, these flowerz smell so good!" And Jenny was like "Yer Yer! So nice, Pear come smell!" Then Weeli was like "EH, ARE YOU SURE IT'S NOT FROM THE TOILET?!" And gosh, pear was busy snapping pictures of Jen and I smelling the flowers :b What a day, What a day. This lonesome week is terrible, come back soon please? The week where my facebook online contacts drop dramatically. Pictures when Fah or Pear uploads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3372920759825840927?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3372920759825840927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3372920759825840927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3372920759825840927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3372920759825840927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtysix-omg-hortpark.html' title='sixtysix, omg hortpark?'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-570423636631659190</id><published>2009-05-25T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:51:56.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtyfive, I miss you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs42/i/2009/128/9/0/Please_don__t_go_tonight_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 337px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs42/i/2009/128/9/0/Please_don__t_go_tonight_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where'd you go, I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems like it's been forever, since you've been gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I miss the whole bunch of you like mad rad crazy although it hasn't even been one full day ): How am I supposed to survive school without all of you! Furrreakkk, I don't even want to think about that. Being in school for one full school day without doing anything was really really terrible. And besides, writing an english poem about Singapore or comparing School's websites didn't exactly brighten up my day in that mass of commotion. I miss:&lt;br /&gt;Zhang's "What're you eating for recess?".&lt;br /&gt;Ganny's "Dee Dee Ah!".&lt;br /&gt;Tammy's "Oh, GuJunPyo!~ (insert loud squeal)".&lt;br /&gt;Nic's "Omgomgomg, GuJunPyo?".&lt;br /&gt;Lisai's "Dee Deeeeeeee~".&lt;br /&gt;Tracey's "...(silence)".&lt;br /&gt;Steph's toilet adventures.&lt;br /&gt;Moe's cheem chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Min's "Omg, and Phil andandand..."&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon, Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-570423636631659190?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/570423636631659190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=570423636631659190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/570423636631659190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/570423636631659190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtyfive-i-miss-you-so.html' title='sixtyfive, I miss you so'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-8341640251910867311</id><published>2009-05-20T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:21:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtyfour, obscenities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/ShPZf9LCkoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vwdTIR81Tmg/s1600-h/Lee_Min_Ho_4_by_NgHicHaN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/ShPZf9LCkoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vwdTIR81Tmg/s320/Lee_Min_Ho_4_by_NgHicHaN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337849126384210562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inserts a whole bunch of words-you'd-never-want-to-hear here) &lt;s&gt;Omg, I hate this frickin' school.&lt;/s&gt; It's unfair. Like what someone ranted to me, "Sitting on an airplane and eating yummy ramen can't be compared to OBS workouts. They should get their criteria right and allow you to!" That just ttly sums up what i'm thinking. I'm dying ttm. Oh gosh, i need Junpyo to make me happy now. Either that or I order JaeKyung to disappear and die immediately. She's such an eyesore seriously. SlipSlapSlup, BeatBadBud(dy). I feel like getting into trouble and be miraculously saved by GuJunPyo or JaeKyung to die. I want to amazingly meet LeeMinHo and eat dessert with him or Jaekyung to die. I want Jaekyung to die or I order Jaekyung to die. Okay, maybe not something so harsh like dying. Maybe something like run into a moving vehicle, paralysed, turn blind, into coma, get forgotten. Now, doesn't that sound a tad bit better? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8341640251910867311?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8341640251910867311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8341640251910867311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8341640251910867311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8341640251910867311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtyfour-obscenities.html' title='sixtyfour, obscenities'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_OkueIpW5yZw/ShPZf9LCkoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vwdTIR81Tmg/s72-c/Lee_Min_Ho_4_by_NgHicHaN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-613135688673385144</id><published>2009-05-19T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:52:10.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtythree, kimbum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/137/7/f/Kim_Bum_II_by_iwanttobekorean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 301px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/137/7/f/Kim_Bum_II_by_iwanttobekorean.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrreat-o! My life is currently revolving around food, computer, Boys Over Flowers, LeeMinHo, KimBum and my iTunes. I'm sure none of you would want to hear my endless rants and fangirl-attempts towards Boys Over Flowers or LMH/KB right? :b The day's been vun-dah-pool(wonderful) and I'm growing closer and closer to people I wouldn't have expected to be close with. Now, that's a good sign righty-o? (: Went retarded with Tammy, Fah, Steph and Ganny dear today and gpt quite a few stares from by-standers(I wanna poke your eyeballs &lt;s&gt;coz' you're too cute&lt;/s&gt;) and teachers when we did some fire alarm sound outside their classes when they were having their Maths cts. Hee, what can I say-We're mad people raising the red alert. And somehow, knowing that we'll stick together for a year and a half more comforts my heart and mind to a certain extent before it finally sinks in that I'll only be here-We'll only be here for 1.5 more years. Ouch, a harsh call back to reality much. I'll miss you buckets, No. I'll miss you truck-caravan-universe loads! And now, the uber-duber sad thing is that Tamz and I have Drama-Withdrawal syndrome + symptoms ): Gosh, only my full set of BOF DVDs or meeting LeeMinHo;KimBum will help now. No Colin, i'm sorry much :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-613135688673385144?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/613135688673385144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=613135688673385144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/613135688673385144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/613135688673385144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtythree-kimbum.html' title='sixtythree, kimbum!'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-4460134682625982491</id><published>2009-05-17T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:42:20.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtytwo, stfu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/103/a/f/can__t_stop_losing_control_by_mr_twingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 308px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/103/a/f/can__t_stop_losing_control_by_mr_twingo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M.T. can I request of you to just stfu. Sheesh, people have been trying to hard to keep it under wraps and all and you simple announce it so high and mightily on facebook?! Like seriously, do you have any idea what the word 'privacy' and 'sensitivity' means? A.V., you too. I'm sure many people know about this already but can't you even try to be helpful for maybe just a day instead of making yourself more of a nuisance, as if people don't know that you are already a nuisance. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go &amp;amp; get a life, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, now only Colin H. and my HYD DVD can make me happy ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-4460134682625982491?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4460134682625982491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4460134682625982491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4460134682625982491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4460134682625982491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtytwo-stfu.html' title='sixtytwo, stfu'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-8790625363640168483</id><published>2009-05-15T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:01:46.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixtyone, it's all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/Sg5gZ24WfaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/havxoUqH86c/s1600-h/colin+2%5Bcropped%5D.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkueIpW5yZw/Sg5gZ24WfaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/havxoUqH86c/s320/colin+2%5Bcropped%5D.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336308605825482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been typing and deleting and typing all over again and I realised that I pretty much have nothing to talk about. In the midst of the storm and the chaos happening, I managed to find my little corner of peacefulness when I'm near you. Anyway, an update of the week! It's been good and bad with the latter happening mostly in school. Thanks to a whole bunch of people who brightened up my dull mornings with a sprig of excitement and laughter during this week and to the people on msn who really cheered me up with your mic and webcameras :b I'm sure all of you know who you are and i'll give all of you a virtual hug and maybe a hifive if I like you. Thursday, I plotted to skip geog lessons after school but they were thankfully cancelled. So, I tralala-ed to T's house with the norm groupie and we practically pigged out with chips and yumtum cakes while lazing around in his 2kewl4you green grassy garden. Friday, was the most tiring day of the week and I have no idea why either! R and I were dragging ourselves to the bustop after school while munching (like hobos on the streets) on our gardenia breads from the vending machine and we just couldn't stop laughing and R eventually choked on her funbun redbean :b Next week will be another funziewunzie week! I'm booked from tuesday to friday with movie dates, lunch dates, 2kewl4you buddy dates. Lookbook's Colin and Johnny makes me happy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8790625363640168483?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8790625363640168483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8790625363640168483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8790625363640168483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8790625363640168483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixtyone-its-all-over.html' title='sixtyone, it&apos;s all over'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_OkueIpW5yZw/Sg5gZ24WfaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/havxoUqH86c/s72-c/colin+2%5Bcropped%5D.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3736889263761404956</id><published>2009-05-12T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:02:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixty, a little too not over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/338/c/3/Miss_You_by_Silivrentolwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 226px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/338/c/3/Miss_You_by_Silivrentolwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold hard reality surfaces behind the cotton covered comfort zone of mine. I realised how much I missed the past, how much I desired to return to back then where we could gallant freely along the streets of dreamland. A decade ago, we couldn't care less. With your hand in mine, we would skip to the convenience store and grab a grape popsicle each. With your hand in mine, we could brave the storms, the winds, the harsh reality. The present haunts me, the present daunts me, the present has the absence of your presence. The past comforts me. The past longs for me. The past had the presence of you. I took your word for it when you told me Forever. &lt;i&gt;The present, the future: Where are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3736889263761404956?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3736889263761404956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3736889263761404956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3736889263761404956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3736889263761404956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/sixty-little-too-not-over-you.html' title='sixty, a little too not over you'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-4363754092844220044</id><published>2009-05-10T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:07:43.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftynine, bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/102/c/4/I_love_it_by_6Artificial6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 307px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/102/c/4/I_love_it_by_6Artificial6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, how much &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; can this day get. First, I wake up to an empty house and realise that there's church but it's near 11am. Then, my temp phone went crashing to the floor and automatically shut off. Next, when I finally decided to study a little Bio and concentrate without the heat and glare from the sun, a stupid moth/butterfly/flapping-insect flew straight into my face and hair and flapped when i went to close the curtains. Damn, i'm gonna be blind and bald from the dangerous powder from student flapping insects ): Anti-Insects 4evaaaaaa. And after the nasty insect incident, I resorted to the internet to de-stress a little. But it terribly sucks when you wanna learn but nothing's registering into your brain(yes, I do have one). Ohwell, thankfully tmr's a school holiday so I can squish more info into my head then. Meanwhile, i'll just chatty to girlfie and d.e.x. while fantasizing about my chickflicks :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4363754092844220044?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4363754092844220044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4363754092844220044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4363754092844220044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4363754092844220044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiftynine-bummer.html' title='fiftynine, bummer'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-687580910041324236</id><published>2009-05-08T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:47:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyeight, frig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwkA1zUI7lM/SgAp4hiYmGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a6gmOfO6pDY/s1600/z149784053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwkA1zUI7lM/SgAp4hiYmGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a6gmOfO6pDY/s1600/z149784053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it's useless ranting on this and I'll prolly get a trashing if anyone finds out. This week has been disastrous. Geog, Hist, SS, Emath, Amath over, you have no idea how relieved I am to be able to actually look forward to something and anticipate something(: The day the CTs end, outing with class to celebrate Jose, Nics and Mei's special belated! Day after, crashing a surprise party @ some ossumpossum function room with Dy and Ell, which i'm supposed to be involved in but prefer to feel the surprise too :b Next friday, off to bake at Lubby's with D.E.X and i'll hopefully leave her house without a burnt oven. The rest of the week is just "Oohlala" for me where my brain(yes, I do have one) would just shut down and drift off to purevolume.com. Fridays and Sundays are my absolute luv. I wanna watch Finding Nemo and Monster's Inc. now ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-687580910041324236?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/687580910041324236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=687580910041324236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/687580910041324236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/687580910041324236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiftyeight-frig.html' title='fiftyeight, frig'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_YwkA1zUI7lM/SgAp4hiYmGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a6gmOfO6pDY/s72-c/z149784053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-2467103287359835021</id><published>2009-05-04T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:33:44.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyseven, in fluenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs44/300W/i/2009/092/5/5/For_FUN__by_6Artificial6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 264px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs44/300W/i/2009/092/5/5/For_FUN__by_6Artificial6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golly, I caught the flu bug but touch wood I Do Not Have Swine Flu so shuddup (: Gulped down 2 pills and headed off to sleep last night but the fever came back and I was shivering in my blankie this morning when the thunderstorm hit with the pitterpatters (I love the rain :D) And what's worse is that this flu bug is making me terribly lazy and in no mood to study at all, which sucks when the commontests are only like a day away(!!) Man, i need some sort of miracle pill which I will def gulp down 20 for a commontest miracle to happen (: But the truth is that there's no such luck and I've only covered like Social Studs and Geog(half way?) but luckily the next 2 days will be maths commontests and just one elect hist for me to cover after the intensive Social studs and geog (: Hippie-Hurray! I think i might be able to do it, somehow but it'll obv not be as ossum-possum as my CTs 1 results, gah. I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, caught something on facebook which is hee-lar-rious!&lt;br /&gt;girl A: somethingsomething blubbityblah ftw!&lt;br /&gt;girl B: isn't ftw same as wtf, you said the f word!!&lt;br /&gt;girl A: omgwhatthepong, it's totally different!&lt;br /&gt;girl B: huh, then what is ftw?&lt;br /&gt;girl A: some good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Gosh hilarious youngin' no-brainer stuff to make me laugh. And again, ftw doesn't mean 'some good thing' (man, this girl A is equally as noob as girl B) ftw doesn't mean some obscene word or phrase, ftw doesn't mean 'free the whales'(haha, enthusiastic whale-lovers) ftw means 'for the win' like somethingsomething ftw! Means somethingsomething pwns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2467103287359835021?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2467103287359835021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2467103287359835021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2467103287359835021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2467103287359835021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiftysix-in-fluenza.html' title='fiftyseven, in fluenza'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-78570791791379392</id><published>2009-04-30T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:33:33.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftysix, cravings wants needs must!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3329515311_4586e644b4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3329515311_4586e644b4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogosh, i have to really learn how to control myself and my shopping urges. After watching this duperdee cool ad on some sony phone on tellivo, i fell in love with the phone(ericsson w705) and now i want this phone so badly! Grr, but i know that mumz def won't buy it for me since i only had my Lg Shine for a little over a year and it's not even two years yet. Even if I wanted to get a new phone, it depends on what offers they currently have and that &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; sony definitely doesn't have any promotions since it's still so fresh and loved ): But i srsly want that phone! Nevermind, i'll try to concentrate on the upcoming CTs first before daydreaming about my sexyphone(: Speaking of CTs, i haven't even started revising, shitake mushroom! I'm not even in the stress mode yet coz i somehow don't feel the urgency and the time-strain of the CTs. Dang, someone slap me awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-78570791791379392?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/78570791791379392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=78570791791379392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/78570791791379392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/78570791791379392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiftyfive-cravings-wants-needs-must.html' title='fiftysix, cravings wants needs must!'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-1688980800387056245</id><published>2009-04-25T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:14:03.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(sees a picture of M.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g, : hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;M.O : what the hell is so damn funneh. (bimbotic face)&lt;br /&gt;(awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;g, : HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/224/d/c/happy_by_hippychick7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 224px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/224/d/c/happy_by_hippychick7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good and a bad for me but thanks Sarah, Quack, MO, Bel, Sai, Fah, D, Xav (and the list kinda goes on) for being the bestest ever! And now i shall just look forward to my haircut, seeing Lisai later, enjoying my lubbly java chip frappe with her, family dinner, Lunch with family tmr at the horse ranch and getting yumtum buttercookies from sophie dear on monday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1688980800387056245?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1688980800387056245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1688980800387056245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1688980800387056245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1688980800387056245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/sees-picture-of-m.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-44925274987121234</id><published>2009-04-24T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:58:37.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyfour, hypocrites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs43/300W/f/2009/091/e/f/ef266cc9604ae2ae7c21de39d441a790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs43/300W/f/2009/091/e/f/ef266cc9604ae2ae7c21de39d441a790.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a messed up place with nothing but ignorant fools who go around boasting about what they physically have. Such a corrupted place with nobodys stereotyping and judging people they don't even know. Such a &lt;i&gt;pathetic&lt;/i&gt; place containing people of all ages with plastered falsified-smiles on their faces. &lt;i&gt;Hypocrites&lt;/i&gt;, i tell you. On the surface they appear to be somewhat sweet and approachable, but when approached, sweet meets hypocrisy and evolves into something everyone can't wait to shun. Those incorrigible humans threatened to call her parents, they made her cry right there and then. No compassion felt. Her eyes were hard icy cold, she saw that look in her eyes. It wasn't real, that hypocrite wasn't even bothering to try. 1.5 years more, just 1.5 more years and she'll get out of this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Shut Up, fullstop. And, the 'her' refers to different people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-44925274987121234?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/44925274987121234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=44925274987121234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/44925274987121234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/44925274987121234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiftyfour-hypocrites.html' title='fiftyfour, hypocrites'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-498373249344056267</id><published>2009-04-16T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:44:24.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftythree, paragon party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs32/f/2008/225/b/3/b3e2a47dcef62cdefeb606e812e2c493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 307px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs32/f/2008/225/b/3/b3e2a47dcef62cdefeb606e812e2c493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paragon Party Frenzy! Gosh, let me tell you something: going to Paragon to shop with your mum(credit card holder) or dad (ultimate credit card holder) is literally the best thing ever! After visiting the doc-specialist dude yesterday, I still had an hour and a half for shopping at paragon greatgreat. First, Metro-ed with mum to find heels and she bought this glam-bam sleek black peep-toe heel which was like $200! Good going mum, this was such a great way to start off the shopping spree: mum starting the spree herself though, hee :b Then we walked 'round the corner to find by surprise a whole load more shoes and she was all "Why, why why why why!" I've got her genes no doubt. Then, walked into Miss Selfridge, GANT, alldressedup, whatever else and didn't see anything I fancied, oh pooey. But wowzerz, Banana Repub really caught my eye. This wonderful, amazing, sleek black dress was so ab-fab it looked well, ab-fab! But mind you, look at the triple digit price and you'll &lt;s&gt;crap in your pants&lt;/s&gt; gasp. Mumz was willing to bust her card but nah, i'll give it a miss. Glanced around Sony Style before having to peel my eyes away from the eleganto black layout. Then stepped into Island Shop, got this dressy dress and pranced out of Paragon at 5pm(: Gladys is a happy girlie, lubbchu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-498373249344056267?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/498373249344056267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=498373249344056267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/498373249344056267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/498373249344056267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiftythree-paragon-party.html' title='fiftythree, paragon party'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-6600531142961513320</id><published>2009-04-15T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:09:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftytwo, should i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76zaClXZEpc/SeWoYNlPHmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qBNMtnUXcy8/s1600/via%2Balign%2Bsleepanddream%2Bthe%2Bcellar%2Bdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76zaClXZEpc/SeWoYNlPHmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qBNMtnUXcy8/s1600/via%2Balign%2Bsleepanddream%2Bthe%2Bcellar%2Bdoor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I,  really?&lt;br /&gt;Life's like an oreo: eat it whole, choke and get complications or twist, lick, dunk to break it down to make it simpler and probably sweeter. Just my theory since I'm terribly hungry and craving for mango pudding and sweet nonesense (louzy canteen suddenly decided to be creative and sell chocolate and strawberry pudding. What happened to my original mango!) Sick on monday, got some expensive and bad news, watched Twilight, replayed the baseball scene more times than a normal person would, got hooked on muse and surprises(mainly from opening kinderjoy eggs :b), Tuesday back to school and went crazy running around chasing each other only to repeat this cycle when I got home. Wednesday fooled around with LouzyLoserLameLambs(?), tried to push Amanda into people during the peak "return to class from the hall" time and success! :D That retard smashed into someone and she couldn't stop laughing, well Rifah and I couldn't either since we crashed into the pillar and everyone was staring(: Got home to munch on sweet sweet kitkat(yumtumz!), lunched while multitasking on the phone with Bran and Bel(separately) and watching Narnia II which i didn't understand at all cos the inferior VCD wasn't as powerful as DVD didn't have subs ): Then facebooked and found my brand new identity, ANNIE 3 :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-6600531142961513320?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6600531142961513320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6600531142961513320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6600531142961513320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6600531142961513320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiftytwo-should-i.html' title='fiftytwo, should i?'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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/_76zaClXZEpc/SeWoYNlPHmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/qBNMtnUXcy8/s72-c/via%2Balign%2Bsleepanddream%2Bthe%2Bcellar%2Bdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-4692817589252524000</id><published>2009-04-13T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:11:03.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiftyone, omg easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/102/c/6/c67ba00b2c997653531df2e1f580525b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 294px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs45/f/2009/102/c/6/c67ba00b2c997653531df2e1f580525b.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been the smash, but are you sure you want the details coz it's gna be one darn long post(: Let's just make it short and sweet for the time being till i decide to go into the hilarious details. Firstly, good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; church service in the morning and it was kinda boring really. Second, shopping with Girlfie on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, walking around the whole of orchard and talking about &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; ranging from 'Neon Pink' to &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;otally &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ersonal stuff. And in the end, she bought some choc soap from Sephora and I bought a dressy thingums from Max &amp;amp; whatever. Family dinner that night was okay, not as bad as i thought it'd turn out(: Saw certain celebs there and turned into mosquitoes' snack. Finally, the special day i've been anticipating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/span&gt;! Service was banging, foaming, sizzling, whatever. The intro about responding to the screen made me smile, seeing S using a pvc pipe to crash that barrel got me laughing my head off. What an amazing start, right :b Then I kinda drifted between consciousness once in awhile while doodling all over the paper and staring into space. After service it was picture time(: Gave out my kinderjoys and lovenotes to respective someones and sekretly photo-stalked certain people who were sitting in the bench behind Michelle and me :b Got terribly caught off guard when a certain someone burst my daydreaming bubble of fantasy. Gosh, why did you have to tell me something like that on my happy day and prolly spoilt all my fun. On another note, thanks to all the easter eegs and bunnies! Lubbchu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4692817589252524000?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4692817589252524000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4692817589252524000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4692817589252524000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4692817589252524000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiftyone-omg-easter.html' title='fiftyone, omg easter!'/><author><name>gladys.(:</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-5861450453692286172.post-4977022103013589851</id><published>2009-04-09T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:37:55.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty, flabbuhlabbuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sd3557V-cBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gwzr7BO4r7w/s1600-h/8e095f75031871dab13a3fecbfc5f76e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sd3557V-cBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gwzr7BO4r7w/s400/8e095f75031871dab13a3fecbfc5f76e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322685108199518226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala, life's been just about pretty awesome for me lately and school's been pretty slackish, the right time to stop and take a breather (: The weekend ahead will bring anticipation no doubt, heee. Friday: Morning church service, lunch with mum, out with idk hobos? Then Saturday: Buying tons of kinderjoys for many people, writing at least 15 love letters to many people, going to the doctor for pft mc(Heh) Shopping with Girlfie(!!), Family Dinner at some real ossum and coolio house that has cool games in the attic and is fully air-conditioned powow! Sunday, Easter morning service with the youth anchoring it! Heeee, i love this week can't wait can't wait! Especially the shopping parts, Oh Bel i need to buy dresses and shoes and bags and accessories and gushgush. On another note, you've been really confusing me with all your antics and hint-dropping. What exactly are you trying to say, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Downloaded more ab-fabulous songs by Goot. Darn, his voice makes me happy alongside with ARTTM Lead singer and maybe my buttstrap boys :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4977022103013589851?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4977022103013589851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4977022103013589851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4977022103013589851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4977022103013589851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fifty-flabbuhlabbuh.html' title='fifty, flabbuhlabbuh'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sd3557V-cBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gwzr7BO4r7w/s72-c/8e095f75031871dab13a3fecbfc5f76e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-6750063529582915984</id><published>2009-04-06T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:57:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtynine, funiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SdnRuAvu6HI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6O8CXWsbseo/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SdnRuAvu6HI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6O8CXWsbseo/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321515023119345778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funzies! Wellios, hello again after a gazillion light years. Didn't feel like updating since no one practically reads this blog but whocares, it'll be my littler (crazy)cozy corner from now on(: The past week has been hectically amazing and fun thanks to a bunch of mad maniacal people: Sarah Gan, Steph Sim, DFung, Tracey (wow), Rifahz, My Sis, Sophie, Pitter(HAH), Cellgirls, Random people who made me laugh and get abs :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday, 3April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Steph, Ganny and Tracey came over to make Jelly Hearts (that lacked the strawberry heart) It was super duper fun and ab-full. I found Steph's weak point! Other than fear of hamsters, she gives in to anything as long as there's a food deal. Tracey laughed till she could get muscle cramps from being a dormant-smiler for too long. Steph (wordtoogrosstodivulge) in my kitchen and hall twice. Sarah Gan screamed in excitement till the whole condo could hear her echos(: And most importantly, the Jelly Heart(less) turned out simply ossum-possumy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturrrday, 4April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ROCs 3 fundraising was a smash! Breakfast with a lonely Gan proved to be fun while trying to sneak a successful home made jellyjeart into our mouths without the McDonald's manager finding out :b Slogging the whole day running around delivering CandyFloss and running to and from KAP Cold Storage just to buy more containers and supplies. And guess what i get in return, this huge blue-black that won't go away ): Gah, irritating. But Daddy and Mummy were really nice to drop by to deliver us lunch (29Nuggets and a few bottles of mineral water, wheee) And Daddy donated 50bucks, kinda shocking yet lovely(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunday, 5April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sekretly holding an smsing conference while trying to keep it low profile was kinda hard when the lights were off during service coz all you could see was the glow from my phone and the "Bzzz!" every 5secs. Played taboo for what seems to be a short hour but was really 2.5long hours. But it was the most enjoyable and spastic cell evarrr :D Lubb truckloads, everyone who came for cell I hope you had a smashin' time(: &lt;s&gt;And i can't help but to take credit that I requested for the games to replace a day of cellword&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jurong ___ Park?" (&lt;i&gt;The word to guess: Duck&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Response:"Bird!"&lt;br /&gt;Reply:"Okay, goot. What's in jurong bird park?"&lt;br /&gt;Response:" BIRD!"&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Sanitary is_____?" (&lt;i&gt;Disposable&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;"PADDDD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, our cell is corrupted :b And we screamed so loud that we thought we attracted all the guys who were staring into the room. But the truth is that they were waiting for us to vacate the room so that they could hold the music auditions, Owell :b On the way out, talked to Pitter who showed me his friend's really corrupted shirt (Please, don't ask.) And talked to him for a bit more before heading off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Bel! I saw this amazingly ossum mix-blood angmoh who looked well, ossum! 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-6750063529582915984?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6750063529582915984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6750063529582915984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6750063529582915984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6750063529582915984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/04/fourtynine-funiness.html' title='fourtynine, funiness'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SdnRuAvu6HI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6O8CXWsbseo/s72-c/IMG_2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-8589516966707882166</id><published>2009-03-28T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:01:16.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtyeight, freaking dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sc3nTWEiR3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/UJRePoBIyws/s1600-h/Japan_From_The_Eyes_Of_Fish_13_by_hakanphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sc3nTWEiR3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/UJRePoBIyws/s400/Japan_From_The_Eyes_Of_Fish_13_by_hakanphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318161054522558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; I do. Which to choose, which &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; I choose. Get over this freaking dilemma, will you! Ugh, this is absolutely frustrating to even ponder or think about. Sk - Jp, Sk Jp, Sk Jp, Sk Jp and repeat that 6million times in your head. Yeah, i figured out that chanting Sk Jp doesnt exactly help me in any possible way but bring headache to me. Ohman, those two words are the only things that are whizzing through my mind. Smsing Steph, Sarah, Mei and msn with Quack trying to figure something out. Sk-Jp? (3hours later) Okay, I've made up my mind. Hello Japan, Stephanie Sim, Sarah Gan and Kang Xinyi(:&lt;br /&gt;(PS. Delia, c'mon :b&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Quack, get me autographs and chocopies and loads of pictures in Kr :D&lt;br /&gt;PPPS. I will return with a sore throat after ROCs, Deifinitely)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8589516966707882166?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8589516966707882166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8589516966707882166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8589516966707882166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8589516966707882166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtyeight-freaking-dilemma.html' title='fourtyeight, freaking dilemma'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sc3nTWEiR3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/UJRePoBIyws/s72-c/Japan_From_The_Eyes_Of_Fish_13_by_hakanphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-353036197873976915</id><published>2009-03-19T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:00:38.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtyseven, stupeyyyy meli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc79.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/162/b/e/old_school_phonebox_by_chillipope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://fc79.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/162/b/e/old_school_phonebox_by_chillipope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE HELP ME KEEL MELISSA NG GEK &lt;i&gt;THING&lt;/i&gt;(: She asked me how to un-group msn messages in the new Windows Live and i spent 8minutes teaching that auntie who couldn't find where "tools" is on her messenger. Then after teaching her another method, she said she was used to the grouped messaged and was gonna change back. Somebody hand me an icepack. After teaching her for so long, she just said "brb dinner". Gah, where's the gratitude! Stupidmeli, but i think that's what makes our chatty eggciting and why i'm always entertained when i'm around that dustspeck-brain :b Wellios, today has been reallyreally fun actually! Like what Thomas said, "a boring person's life can be pretty interesting coz' everything she does that isn't part of her daily routine will be interesting to her!" And yes, it's true. Lousy Rj people with cheem theories :b Spent first half of the morning completing my math assignments(thanks alot, T. Sense the sarcasm please) Then became part of this huge massive conference(9 people, or was it 10) on the telly which will burst my phone bill. It was an utter waste of time please, couldn't hear a thing coz' the star-strucked girls who were the minority were flirting with the guys. Then, i was smart so i hung up sekretly(: Then, D hung up followed by Shan, Ellr and X so we held our own conference :D How impressive, don't you agree. Chatted for hours till around 6 before my phone really died, lousy battery life if you ask me. And the rest of the day was spent &lt;s&gt;stalking people&lt;/s&gt; chatting with the conferz groupie on msn about our future-outing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello, anyone up for a lunch/dinner date anytime soon(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-353036197873976915?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/353036197873976915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=353036197873976915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/353036197873976915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/353036197873976915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtyseven-stupeyyyy-meli.html' title='fourtyseven, stupeyyyy meli'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-3412045522824332853</id><published>2009-03-18T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:52:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtysix, prioritising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc99.deviantart.com/fs44/i/2009/073/4/0/the_friend_fight__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 271px;" src="http://fc99.deviantart.com/fs44/i/2009/073/4/0/the_friend_fight__by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It really makes a huge difference whether you are placed as first priority or backup support. And no matter how many times you've tried to push it to the back of your mind, the incident just keeps repeating, reminding you over and over again that you'll &lt;u&gt;never ever be first&lt;/u&gt;. You'll forever always only be placed as second best, the backup, the forgotten who only comes in handy when the situation calls for it. Hm, how encouraging really. Thanks alot, &lt;i&gt;pal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Belated 15th Bush! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Carol bush! Walking home has been a joy coz' of you and eating icecream while busing home :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Pang! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog has been really enjoyable with you and Kat sitting behind us, making fun of the losers in class :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 18th Shengwei! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop being so lame though it's enjoyable at times :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, last night was pretty enjoyable texting like 3 ego maniacs at one go, making my phone burst. But yeah, it was really fun watching Mythbusters and texting 3 people and going to sleep late in the night then waking up with the sun peeking through the horizons and the blue cloudless sky greeting me every morning(: Watching the day past by, waiting for something to happen is really tiring. Calling you(s) everyday-every other day, being the only one initiating every single thing is draining and making me wonder why I'm the only one trying to sustain this while the other seemingly isn't putting in any effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Edit/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, Ohmypong reading *'s blog cracks me up so badly after reading all her posts :b I never knew she had that whacky side. But anw, thanks Bae and Dilly for cheering me up really loads and loads. And thanks * for posting such comical posts that make me choke for air, even though you aren't aware of it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3412045522824332853?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3412045522824332853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3412045522824332853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3412045522824332853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3412045522824332853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtysix-prioritising.html' title='fourtysix, prioritising'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-8811764576484290172</id><published>2009-03-17T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:07:13.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtyfive, drainage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sb896q2ivjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/k_3KVgAZ1yk/s1600-h/herbstwind__by_musicandphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sb896q2ivjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/k_3KVgAZ1yk/s400/herbstwind__by_musicandphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034163465240114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tick Tick Tick and in an instant, her eyes shifted over to the clock. "11.11am, why do I keep on seeing you. Are you lucky, maybe i should make a wish. Or is someone thinking of me, either way I love you 11.11am"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Omg, guess what. I had this long and pretty post which contained more than 5 main ideas&lt;/span&gt; but i chose to hit the delete button simply cuz' i thought it was weird (: Well, i've got no idea if it's just me or whoever else but i really love 11.11am. Lousy dramas have corrupted my mind into thinking that 11.11am is significant not because it's a double digit but special in a unique way that I choose to assume. Someone's thinking of me, perhaps. You could put it as assurance maybe, or just wanting to affirm your that your existance is true. Hoping that the clock would stop at 11.11am, the time would stop, the world would halt. But just between you and me, we'll share secrets through all humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even that time, when the wind stopped,&lt;br /&gt;A single smile, the last bow.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I became weary from the time,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I became hurt by love.&lt;br /&gt;Even that time was a memory for me,&lt;br /&gt;You're taking your last bow.&lt;br /&gt;Fly away love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;私の約束&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"  ~Insa.&lt;br /&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-8811764576484290172?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8811764576484290172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8811764576484290172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8811764576484290172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8811764576484290172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtyfive-drainage.html' title='fourtyfive, drainage'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sb896q2ivjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/k_3KVgAZ1yk/s72-c/herbstwind__by_musicandphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-4837073661493290680</id><published>2009-03-16T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:48:57.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtyfour, assurance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sb4D98VJrrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mhdhnwUoHsg/s1600-h/z105748693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sb4D98VJrrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mhdhnwUoHsg/s400/z105748693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313688973045509810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The leaves bristled in the wind as the chilled air brushed her shoulder. Warm liquid welled up in her eyes as it fell on her cheek, sliding down one by one. Droplets fell like rain, a never ending flow as she reprimanded herself. She felt ever so worthless, vulnerable, a burden to her loved ones. "Will you be alright?" Just then, he lent her a shoulder to cry on. Assured her, listened to her, comforted her with all he had. As the soft melody from the piano flowed around the room, he sang softly as she laid her heavy heart down to rest."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo writes should be banished although it's really nice once in awhile(: The holidays seem non-existant as the work piles up day by day, and guess what i haven't done, let alone touch any of my homework. Gosh, homeworks are such a party-pooper and what's worse is that everyone's busy to go out and relax. What kind of junkie holiday is this ) : And the only thing i feel this holiday is like a &lt;s&gt;fat lumpy&lt;/s&gt; couch potato D: If that's not bad enough, * thinks i'm anorexic which makes everything queer. I want Sunday to come fast, I desperately need sundays now and I soemtimes wonder why i feel that ease that is always absent any other day. Dang, i really need a breather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4837073661493290680?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4837073661493290680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4837073661493290680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4837073661493290680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4837073661493290680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtyfour-assurance.html' title='fourtyfour, assurance.'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sb4D98VJrrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mhdhnwUoHsg/s72-c/z105748693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-4365537689384554512</id><published>2009-03-14T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:48:05.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtythree, i enjoy htht(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs26/300W/i/2008/327/b/9/Free_Love_by_SenVeBen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs26/300W/i/2008/327/b/9/Free_Love_by_SenVeBen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Enjoy: Heart-to-heart-talks(: Long walks on a cloudy day, Chatting on the phone for who knows how many hours, Listening to the piano playing softly, Watching the clouds go by, Hearing you(s) sing and go terribly off tune then bursting out in maniacal laughter :b Somehow, the day doesn't look so bad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4365537689384554512?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4365537689384554512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4365537689384554512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4365537689384554512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4365537689384554512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtythree-i-enjoy-hthts.html' title='fourtythree, i enjoy htht(s)'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-2706396244149610840</id><published>2009-03-14T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:37:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtytwo, i thought wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/i/2008/195/e/7/DBSK___Take_on_Me_by_crying_ophelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/i/2008/195/e/7/DBSK___Take_on_Me_by_crying_ophelia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And, I thought wrong. It really came hard on me that resolving what's hindering us just made everything become an even more complex situation. Dang, why's everything going the other way around? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up bright and early before the world was even awake, shut my eyes tight and tried to drift back into the perfect place that I yearned to belong in. The sun was piercing through the curtains, yet the room appeared more lackluster than vibrant. The phone on the glass table vibrated to life as it's light flashed on and off. But I just wasn't in the mood, as it was left there on the glass top, calling out to me. Well, it was a weird start for a saturday morning coz there weren't any little kiddos swimming downstairs or laughing in their high-pitched voices. Turned on the tellivee and watched concert dvds of the boys from quack :b And little did i realise that it's been 2 years, since august 2006 till present day, minus a few months where my interest drifted over. Watching them sing with overwhelming passion makes me wonder why i'm not passionate about life, why am I not passionate in what i'm doing. Maybe i'll do just that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2706396244149610840?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2706396244149610840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2706396244149610840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2706396244149610840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2706396244149610840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtytwo-i-thought-wrong.html' title='fourtytwo, i thought wrong.'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-2764558153550841984</id><published>2009-03-13T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:04:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourtyone, down downer downest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sbpn755Jh5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FEX8VQqttbA/s1600-h/Make_bunnies_not_war_Tees_by_daskull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sbpn755Jh5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FEX8VQqttbA/s400/Make_bunnies_not_war_Tees_by_daskull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312672989287384978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, Downcast, Downfall, &lt;i&gt;Downest&lt;/i&gt;. Stupieee, I hate this really much! Everything's really going from low to down to deep. This whole mess is just so 'argh' and so many coldwars are coming in between us and i feel so terribly phail for being the cause of it all. Though it's the start of the term 1 holidays, family BBQ tomorrow, tons of things i &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; look forward to, I'm not feeling the slightest enlightened by it at all. But i really appreciate many people who really care about me and stare and observe my mood changes according to my msn personal message column and my display name (: "SEE! It's so emo again, what wrong D:" Haha, i love you manymany spaddo dear (: (L)(L) And Jose for reading all my nonesense on msn and making me angry(in a funny way) by siding the other person and doubting my sanity. Well, on a lighter note,  stupid quack came over t'day and boy did she scream the house down. "Omg, Min looks to hot there, omgomgomg! Look at the muscles, omg his voice, omg his this his that!" Stupid fangirl, i was less aggressive okay (HAHA) And min is ugly, take that in your face stupid quack :D And she took my changMin mini calendar and laughed a super evil laughter while running out of the house, haha! Stupid weirdo are polluting my universe :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I just want to revert to the past where we would laugh and call each other for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Omg i'm darn relieved. I really love today and at 10pm my boulder has been lifted(: Stupid nonesense above, erase all traces of emoness from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2764558153550841984?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2764558153550841984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2764558153550841984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2764558153550841984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2764558153550841984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourtyone-down-downer-downest.html' title='fourtyone, down downer downest'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Sbpn755Jh5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FEX8VQqttbA/s72-c/Make_bunnies_not_war_Tees_by_daskull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-2323014347588900533</id><published>2009-03-12T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:46:01.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourty, life's been a perfect wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbkRXS1YiFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/icr-8JKe5aM/s1600-h/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbkRXS1YiFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/icr-8JKe5aM/s400/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296327350618194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a perfect wreck for me, with downs and more downs. First, i'm &lt;u&gt;Down&lt;/u&gt; with the massive flu bug the second time in the month. Second, i &lt;u&gt;Failed&lt;/u&gt; one subject which thoroughly tarnish my record and the aim that i set. Third, i made someone(s) &lt;u&gt;angry&lt;/u&gt; cuz of my own selfish will and the desires i have, and what infuriates the person(s) more is that this isn't the first time :/ Danggitt, i hate this alot alot alot alot. I'm Sorry Kang, Rifs, Soph, people who went to our date t'day, Dani, Xuan, and last but not least, Puds. Man, i'm feeling so lousy today but watching my &lt;s&gt;buttstrap boys&lt;/s&gt; T concert dvd of the boys would make me feel just a tensy bit better i guess (: And tomorrow i'm getting FITB Concert from Quacks! That just cheered me up a weensy bit more! Okay, but still i have to stone at a corner, facing the wall to reflect while i down another 4litres of water for my sore and painful throat. Another plus-point of my life is chatting with my gay-retard Gen Lim, G-Limmers (: That gay has been cheering me up unknowingly for the past half-an-hour or so. Here's why (ps. be prepared for the upcoming nonesense which will no doubt keel your brain cells by at least 20%) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbkQ-QYnxDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/83qF8-dulGs/s1600-h/gen2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbkQ-QYnxDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/83qF8-dulGs/s400/gen2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312295897196381234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2323014347588900533?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2323014347588900533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2323014347588900533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2323014347588900533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2323014347588900533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/fourty-lifes-been-perfect-wreck.html' title='fourty, life&apos;s been a perfect wreck'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbkRXS1YiFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/icr-8JKe5aM/s72-c/the_river_knows___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3379318784608904956</id><published>2009-03-10T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:47:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtynine, what's going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/f/2009/068/5/f/escape_from_earth_II_by_melihgumus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs42/300W/f/2009/068/5/f/escape_from_earth_II_by_melihgumus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's momentarily,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Not what it used to be,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;So free and easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fool, after what's been going on you still don't realise the seriousness of it all. Where's that arm for comfort, that shoulder to lean on. So, just call me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freeeeeezeng in the library :/ And the lousy librarian doesn't exactly feel the cold cos' she's wearing such a thick and war jacket, And Joy( :D-she wanted a smiley face) and i are freezing up here and i keep getting typo errs cos' my fingers are frozen(?)&lt;/span&gt; I can't write either so my handwriting on my english paper looks really bad. It's so cold i just wanna huddle up into my blankie (which is far far away at home D: ) What's gonna make all these worse is getting static from the lousy metal door railing. Hm, i really wanna chatty to someone now about stuff not related to school. Everyone's just droning on and on about academics and I wonder how to survive this torment. Wellios, tmr will be the best break from the books and somehow i'm looking forward to X-Country more than ever cos' i'm walking with so many people :D Heh, i'm sorry i'm such a piggo. I'm terribly looking forward to the march holidays! I even planned out some outings on what day at what time to which place, etc(: Sense the egg-citement burning within me. Sadly it doesn't literally burn (i need some warmth) Someone, call me call me call me. I'm in a predicament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3379318784608904956?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3379318784608904956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3379318784608904956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3379318784608904956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3379318784608904956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirtynine-whats-going-on.html' title='thirtynine, what&apos;s going on'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-1901828473713681934</id><published>2009-03-09T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:20:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyeight, oh gosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs45/300W/f/2009/068/2/c/heliopause_by_byebyebeautifool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 282px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs45/300W/f/2009/068/2/c/heliopause_by_byebyebeautifool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Feels like insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, relax it doesn't have any other hidden motive whatsoever(: I just love the song too much, heh. And many other songs! Like Halo by Beyonce, Insomnia by Craig David, Monsoon by Tokio Hotel, Skyway avenue by We The Kings. Ohmypong, seriously i love all of them too much! And it's darn freaking "koh-ld" (cold. hah!) right now. And this morning my hair was blown into this big fuzz cuz of the hugey strong wind and sitting just by the window doesn't help much. Wellios, i've gotton back  subjects now and i'm not exactly esctatic about the results cuz they're all borderline. But being in 3R increases me expectation of myself by a huge load! Last year in 2H, everyone would be elated with a A2 with the mindset that "Omg, i didn't fail!" But this year it's vastly different where a A2 would get you thinking "It's not good enough" Well, that's my opinion i guess. On a much heavier note, chatting with Shengwei made me think lots (not related to studies, you should've known heh!) And i realised that i'm in a massive state of confusion due to everyone's indecisiveness. It's irritating, frustrating and it ttly gives out mixed signals and feelings (no, not everything has to do with bgr, goofs!)  Stalkers, figure out who i'm referring to on your own :b Life's not a bed of roses, it's a harsh road that you have to smoothen out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. Yes, i'm talking about you. The one whose name has no 'z' or 'q' (which means tons of people) :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1901828473713681934?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1901828473713681934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1901828473713681934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1901828473713681934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1901828473713681934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirtyeight-oh-gosh.html' title='thirtyeight, oh gosh'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-8971999625689013783</id><published>2009-03-08T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:19:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyseven, sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbOboSO8rlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tI1Ut79pizI/s1600-h/Hello_____by_byluluka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbOboSO8rlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tI1Ut79pizI/s400/Hello_____by_byluluka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310759501991554642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays, how comforting so assuring. Sundays, overwhelmed with passion yet wanting for more each and every time. Sundays, oblivious of stares and unwanted attraction of attention. Sundays, feel the abundant love, the joy, the security. Sundays, the one day i can really be &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes you would've grasped the idea of my blog t'day rightyo? Gah, today in church it was kinda dull at the beginning, then towards the end it was really like wow o: After cell, we headed down to jumbo and talked instead of nomnom. Had a sms chat with Girlfie(belllll :D) and a different topic chat with the rest of the girls non-sms chatty. So yeah, we were having 2 different topics with 2 different means of communication :b And i found out like much more about * &amp;amp; * (whooooooooo!) And heh, it was really nice having girlie chats again after a long while of being stuck with Minxian from a mixed school (HAHA! I still do enjoy your company, dear) And i'm glad that Girlfie could trust me to confide in me about &lt;u&gt;everyyythingggg&lt;/u&gt;. And yes! I've marked off 14 Feb 2010 in my calendar, sorry guys girls whatever. I'm booked on that day after this year's kinda weird valentines day, Bel has resolved that we should spend our Vday the way we want it next year with our (future) Bfs :b If we're still lonely by then, she'll bring * and i'll bring * (HAHA) Sekret, i'm sorry stalkerz please ask me if you're really dying to know o: Heee, i'm looking forward to next Sunday already! Hmhmz, but next week there's X-country, bah more running. I should've accepted Ms Chue's offer of the Road Marshel spot :/ But next week, Thurs island creamery! Oggk, i'll look forward to that and getting back test papers to hype me up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I need to print Yanny's raccoon pronto!&lt;br /&gt;PPS. I feel like i'm obliged to do something about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; complexity. ) :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8971999625689013783?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8971999625689013783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8971999625689013783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8971999625689013783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8971999625689013783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirtyseven-sundays.html' title='thirtyseven, sundays'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbOboSO8rlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tI1Ut79pizI/s72-c/Hello_____by_byluluka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-336515702875543120</id><published>2009-03-06T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:49:44.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtysix, out at taka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbDxpot_SrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6zfL82_cPNg/s1600-h/CIMG3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbDxpot_SrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6zfL82_cPNg/s400/CIMG3314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310009658277055154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowee! It's been quite some time that i didn't update, whoops x: Well, the week after the common tests have just been more than ossum-possum! :D Lurrrvin' every second of carefree life without much homework ('cept math from T :/ ) and just getting back the test papers and slacking in class while laughing like toot-heads during break times with friends (: "HUNGRY GO WHERE" Talk with Zhang, chatting about the best foodies in Singapore t'day, and spazzing out at almost everythang(: It's the greatest, i lubbb me class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd March, Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday Sis! :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You've turned 18 already, wowee (But please don't start your driving lessons yet, i'd die of motion sickness :b )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Michelle! (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My standing partner and labby partner who is oh-so-cute and innocent :b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wellios, this day was the last day of the Commons! :D Hippie-Hurrayz. And on this day, we(Soph, Min, Ganny, Nics, Michelle, Astri, Tam, Joy, Yanny) ventured out to the city streets to celebrate Michelle's Birthday! And ohmypong, i just found out that she turned 16 today o: Iz a shocker to me heh x: And it was fun! Munching the never-ending plate of Waffles, eating spicey Shilin Chicken, Durian pancakes @ Taka, strolling into Zara to take a few mirror shots and stroll out again as if we were completely sane :b Then the rest left and Sarah Gan and I walked strolled skipped to Heeren to get her, her Bday present: Her Boyfriend's Music Album (tvxq) And she was so esctatic that she was hugging me and screaming in HMV (higher mother village my foot lah! :b) Fun day!&lt;br /&gt;The subsequent days were really the epitome of freeeeedom! No closet muggers, no mugfest, no burdens whatsoevaaarr. Although i did get pissed off at so many darn people i lost count :/ (Okay, maybe not) But really, suspend her forever please! ) :&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, NEXT THURSDAY ISLAND CREAMARY WITH LUBBIES 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-336515702875543120?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/336515702875543120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=336515702875543120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/336515702875543120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/336515702875543120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirtysix-out-at-taka.html' title='thirtysix, out at taka!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SbDxpot_SrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6zfL82_cPNg/s72-c/CIMG3314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-6615847337285424059</id><published>2009-02-28T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:51:47.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyfive, ooo i spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SajCuUmOceI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e5rbUwQ6NuA/s1600-h/Artist-3913951-purevolumenow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SajCuUmOceI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e5rbUwQ6NuA/s400/Artist-3913951-purevolumenow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307706261914939874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! i'm slacking, again, no doubt heh x: Ohman, i have no motivation to study at all! Dang, i need some sort of stress or pressure to make me study, :/ Okay, i sound like some weirdo right now to &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to study but you get what i mean :b Yesterday, walking home and busing with Carol Bush and Rifah, playing I Spy (And me obviously winning every single time :b) And eating icecream, burning my sensitive teeth to death, spotting random people sleeping in cars really unglam-ly (HAH) And i love the icecream loads! If only the icecream uncle came everyday ) : While walking out of the school gate, spotted Bae sleeping in the car with the bald-o head waiting for Xuan i guess. Almost choked on my icecream after seeing the bald-o head, heh (: (No, i'm not that mean, hehe) 2 more days of common tests! Maybe that's why i have no push and motivation to study cos' my happy holiday mood is already kicking in after planning Puddy-Outings, Spaddo-Outings, Cotton-On shopping sprees (without telling my mum. Yet.) :D Icecream dates, Changing room outings, fast food nomnomz, can't keep the eggg-citement in! Lesser than 3, definitely. (&lt;3) Okay, i'll force myself to study now x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Puds, get well soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-6615847337285424059?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6615847337285424059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6615847337285424059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6615847337285424059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6615847337285424059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirtyfive-ooo-i-spy.html' title='thirtyfive, ooo i spy'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SajCuUmOceI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e5rbUwQ6NuA/s72-c/Artist-3913951-purevolumenow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-5648279501579659811</id><published>2009-02-27T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:10:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyfour, What wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Saet5YvZkRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZGR66901Vio/s1600-h/Artist-8750887-done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Saet5YvZkRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZGR66901Vio/s400/Artist-8750887-done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307401887284826386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, hello :D Taking a break from the books for just one day today since it's a slacky friday. Download a whole great load of new songs thanks o purevolume's massivo update of their charts (: And i found a new love (besides A Rocket To The Moon which i also found on purevolume). He's Nevershoutnever! And there's a few more: Sail by the Stars and i'm half-hearted towards Pathway to Providence but i'll do with just one song from them :b Anyhoot, i'm really kind of esctatic right now(!!) Mrs Tee gave back the Amath and Emath papers and i was like to the point of hyperventilation o: And i didn't fail anything! Greatttt, me likey :D Amazingly, i managed to survive a week into common tests thanks to many thousand lovely people out there who prayed for me and encouraged me emotionally, financially(HAHA), physically, whatever else you can think of. Esther for constantly praying for me (: Puddy for the QT verse, revising history with me and daily calls while spazzing out on the phone :b Tuition teacher for teaching me(?) Inx for yumyum food and giving in to my food requests (HAH, sorry i'm such a pig :b) Daddy &amp;amp; Mumz for always caring for me, school friends(Rifah, Gen, Nics, Soph, Sarah G, Steph, etcetcetc) for spastic sessions in school :D And ohmygah, today is the best history lesson ever! (Goodbye Mr uh &lt;s&gt;Daryl&lt;/s&gt; Marcus Ho!) Dang, i prefer him to the actual teacher :/ He's much much much more lenient compared to P :/ Ohman, and what's more is that he's entertaining!(Personal inside joke) AND He doesn't care if we make truckloads of noise (YES, AMANDA :D) But i kinda pity him since we have that "Heck Care" attitude sometimes. ) : Amanda is the most comical hist partner evaarrrrrr! Screaming and shouting and turning into a vegetable together with, Heh! Okay, whoa long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Go for it! 2 more freaking days of common tests only. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-5648279501579659811?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/5648279501579659811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=5648279501579659811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5648279501579659811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5648279501579659811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirtyfour-what-wonders.html' title='thirtyfour, What wonders'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/Saet5YvZkRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZGR66901Vio/s72-c/Artist-8750887-done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3165644460593155122</id><published>2009-02-23T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:09:30.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtythree, hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc96.deviantart.com/fs41/f/2009/049/9/6/96d8760103718a56a08a9491dbb68bc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://fc96.deviantart.com/fs41/f/2009/049/9/6/96d8760103718a56a08a9491dbb68bc1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello earthling minions, :D Sorry for the lack of updates but as of now for a month or so, it's into HIATUS MODE. Sorry, toodle, will upload pictures after CTs (: Well, life has been up and down and round and round. Coping with math just fine, a little behind though. Geog's full up to my chin :/ Chemistry, i can finally yell "I DON'T NEED A TUTOR!" Wow i feel kinda accomplished at chemistry (: Glad Lady indeed. Bowling, equally accomplished of getting more than 100 for the first game after 4 months of admin work instead of hands on (You stupid lousy Lizard Face) Chinese, i'm managing :b Biology, just fine with Ms Kwan (: SocialStuds, dont even wanna talk about the whole teacher incident (third-parties kindly buzz off) English, just alright(: What else, physics? I'm Lovin' It! :D Yes and you know why cos' i'm always in the air-conditioned library during physics :D Oggay, enough updatations for now. Into the blog-vacation-month &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;now (: Toddley-Doodley-Do.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; HIATUS MODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3165644460593155122?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3165644460593155122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3165644460593155122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3165644460593155122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3165644460593155122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirtythree-hiatus.html' title='thirtythree, hiatus'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-1264643313880880342</id><published>2009-02-16T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:40:32.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtytwo, I loved with a cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZjgH-euDlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eCC_SdxQ-y4/s1600-h/n753356520_2049245_9627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZjgH-euDlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eCC_SdxQ-y4/s400/n753356520_2049245_9627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303234988864310866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LWAC! It was a kind of boring start in the morning where everything was a little toned down, low profile sort-ish. Breakfast with Sarah G, Liser and Spaddo (: Ate a mega mcgriddles and wowee! My stomach was bursting with love(?) Then hung out with Gen and Sng in school, hi-jacking this little girl's uber-dee-duper coolioz waveboard. That girl was maybe p4? And she could manuveur the waveboard while drinking 100plus simultaneously! Then we thought that we'd be equally cool so we tried but failed really terribly x: Then went home to do a little homework and got called out an hour later to have a piggg-niggg(picnic) with churchies (: And it was a little fun but kind of awkward at the same time. When my mumz drove me to the largie field opposite school, they were already there and she was like "Eh, how come they're all boys?" Like, you'know she was suspecting that i have a boyfriend or some sort and it happened to be Valentines Day too x: And i was like "No luh, they're from church (: There's girls too! Just too small to see :D" And tralalala, skipped into the largie field and had a marriage proposel straight away with smoke salmon( D: Not my best starter) and a bunch of dried grass from the ground (: Heh, it was really fun shiz and blasting music of all sorts while basking in the (overly) hot sun. Played rugby, messed around with love proposels with bunches of dried grass(imagined as a bouquet of flowers :D) Then it got a little too hot at 4pm and i had to go home ) : So they was kind of the end for me on Vday. Thoroughly enjoyed myself though :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I owe 3 people hugs and 16 people vday presents o: Gosh, someone shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1264643313880880342?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1264643313880880342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1264643313880880342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1264643313880880342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1264643313880880342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirtytwo-i-loved-with-cause.html' title='thirtytwo, I loved with a cause'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZjgH-euDlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eCC_SdxQ-y4/s72-c/n753356520_2049245_9627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1982474855236696312</id><published>2009-02-13T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:30:43.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirtyone, the loveletters flow in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZjddVFQzTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GL6mIx8GDDo/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZjddVFQzTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GL6mIx8GDDo/s400/IMG_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232057173921074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loveletters fill the mailboxes. Heart-shapes, Roses, Sunflowers, Smiles scattered the hallways. Hustle &amp;amp; Bustle, oops where did I leave your special love? Caught sight of a love letter, a red elaborately designed note 'for the only and only' it read. A smile spread across her face as she let out a soft yet sincere chuckle. "Happy Valentines Day! I Love You, G(: " along each and every note with cookies and heart-shaped chocolates laid out on her table. "Maybe this year might not be as bad, I'm gonna love it." She thought to herself. Valentines was awesome. Hugs were shared, laughters filled the atmosphere of friendship and love. Oggay, enough of weird profound-wannabe posts :D Today was really the awesomest besides the fact that Math was boring (: Reached school at 7am and already found this small pile of cookies and cards welcoming me in the morning :D Everyone was already giving out their gifts and i was just stoning out of the window(sunrise) when someone called my name. And i realised that "Oh dang, my cards! My melting toblerone! Gah, gotta give it out naoz" Then i felt real bad cos i didnt give like alot of people things and yeah i just felt real bad that they gave me something but i didnt ) : (Monday, everyone's getting glitter hearts!) History was just real fun and the end of the day was loved. Was closer to much more people today and i just love my class now (: KAP with Rifah, Zhang, Carol, Kala and Christie was utterly hilarious :D More abs now after Jean's Akon incident(which left me really really gasping for air :D) Thanks so many lovely HunBunz who gave me loveletters, notes, cookies, chocs, carebear(!!) :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really have to list it out? D: It'll be a darn long list but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Rifah - yellow lubbly carebear&lt;br /&gt;Nics- Containers of cookies and cornflakes&lt;br /&gt;LizK- 'G' Brownie&lt;br /&gt;Meli - Heart-shaped box of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Amanda- Cornflake cookies&lt;br /&gt;Min - Chocolates and a note&lt;br /&gt;Celeste- Ferrero Rocher&lt;br /&gt;Liser- Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Sarah G- girlie and boylie cookies&lt;br /&gt;Jean- red loveletter and rochers&lt;br /&gt;Zhang- 'rare' white rocher :b&lt;br /&gt;Joy- bag of goodies&lt;br /&gt;Christie- cornflake cookies&lt;br /&gt;Shuba- brownies thingo(?)&lt;br /&gt;Astri- hershey kisses&lt;br /&gt;Ethrisha- toblerones&lt;br /&gt;Kala- kitkats&lt;br /&gt;Dani- hugeinormous multicoloured lollipop&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn- song serenade(HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;Daniel- goldfish gummies&lt;br /&gt;Sw- a bunch of grass and his 'heart' (WTP, HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Michelle- Love buttercookies&lt;br /&gt;Eve- bottle of fruit loops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, the day was really memoriable! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1982474855236696312?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1982474855236696312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1982474855236696312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1982474855236696312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1982474855236696312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirtyone-loveletters-flow-in.html' title='thirtyone, the loveletters flow in'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZjddVFQzTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GL6mIx8GDDo/s72-c/IMG_1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-7165653414150916230</id><published>2009-02-11T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:43:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty, RANT OMG LOOK AT THAT LIZARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZKr0lWwjkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OsC6rj56-gI/s1600-h/8d93e7a8ca11d0973a1411303c0dcbcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZKr0lWwjkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OsC6rj56-gI/s400/8d93e7a8ca11d0973a1411303c0dcbcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301488631237611074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH, SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM LOOKING AT HER FACE! Bowling's fun with 3ttp but it's the --- that i hate, alot. Don't ask me why coz if you're in bowling, you'll understand and empathize with me (: I'm so happy and lucky that i have my 3ttp in bowling and the 3 seniors (default gossip partners). Wellios, today's a veriberri special happy day (besides the fact that i-hate-Lizard-Face) First, it rained I love rain. Second, NO HOMEWORK, WOW RARE. Third, I SAW BALLOONS TODAY! (Sophie-pophie! Let's go balloon shopping on sat(: ) Fourth, uh i'm not sure, i ran out of reasons. But anyway, Vday's round the corner and i'm terribly looking forward to it :D Lots of flowers and chocolates and loveletters(heh) and stickers and popcorn(?) and cookies-of-love and loads of fun! Eh somehow i feel that my writing style is different for today, hm :/ I sound more, well &lt;i&gt;kiddish&lt;/i&gt; like just listing nonesense ) : But anyway, it'll be back to perfect maturity soon (hopefully) As for today, me likes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-7165653414150916230?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/7165653414150916230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=7165653414150916230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7165653414150916230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7165653414150916230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-rant-omg-look-at-that-lizard.html' title='thirty, RANT OMG LOOK AT THAT LIZARD'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SZKr0lWwjkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OsC6rj56-gI/s72-c/8d93e7a8ca11d0973a1411303c0dcbcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-2372635282379121996</id><published>2009-02-09T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:04:57.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentynine, how amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/i/2008/129/0/3/sunrise_by_8xpi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 263px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/i/2008/129/0/3/sunrise_by_8xpi4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went blog hopping and i chanced upon uh let's just call him fatbuns(oh gosh, so obvious! Nevermind) blog. And idk, i was just reading through his camp experiences etc and something just stirred in me. Some feeling was emerging from me. And this line that just stood out from the &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;rest, one that was like a Gold among black, a happy face out of sad faces. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a 12 year old came up and said that the holy spirit is here to do a great thing." and i was like Wow. Today's chapel in MG was exceptionally good (well, for me at least) Everything was so real and unlike uh previous worships, where people just read their pre-prepared prayers from a darn piece of paper, something tingled inside of me (No, not an insect you dummy!) And the moment i shut my eyes, "This is the feeling", when you feel so abundant, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;loved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Then i bloghopped to Celeste's blog and voila, her blog song just lingered in my heart. How wonderful, this day is (: Can't wait for discover Jesus week! The only one i can vividly remember was this once in SecOne. Pastor (insert angmoh name) told us about the Lord's sufferings while the music in the background just flowed. I was crying, they were crying, we were all crying. It's amazing how God can touch every single one of our hearts without us realising. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2372635282379121996?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2372635282379121996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2372635282379121996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2372635282379121996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2372635282379121996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/twentynine-how-amazing.html' title='twentynine, how amazing'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-314618894088164473</id><published>2009-02-08T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:00:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyeight, OH HAPPY DAY 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc28.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/040/c/0/I_feel_pretty_by_LaTOUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 416px;" src="http://fc28.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/040/c/0/I_feel_pretty_by_LaTOUS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAPPY DAY! OH, HAPPY DAYYYYYYYY! :D Gah, i'm really really super-the-duperee happy today cos i heard some people like uh praise my looks today or something along those lines (: First, i wasn't hungry in the morning so i didn't eat breakfast, then i chose to wear skinny jeans as usual with a teeshirt(yay forever21), then when everyone was sitting on the floor, i stood up to play charades and they said "Whoa, gladys is so tall and slim!!" And i was like like "WOWEEZERS." to myself in my head :D Isn't that such a great way to start the day? Nownow, don't start thinking what a massive weirdo i am ) : Then, i went home and ate a kinda large lunch and i remembered that my friends commented that i'm tall(maybe cuz my cell leader whom i was standing beside was shorter than me :/ ) So i zoomzoomed to the weighing machine and voila! I was utterly surprised! Never in the world would i ever pressume that my weight would ever be around (insersekretnumber)KG after eating lunch! So, today's a happy day :D And i have invisible abs, like you can feel it but you can't see it jutting out :D Cos Cass and Esther made me laugh a whole load today during church, running/rolling away from bumblebees and laughing at a little kid who was trying to flick his nose snot away into the grass patch and laughing about our old childhood crushes (: Boy was it fun :D I love sundays. Don't you? :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-314618894088164473?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/314618894088164473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=314618894088164473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/314618894088164473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/314618894088164473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/twentyeight-oh-happy-day-8d.html' title='twentyeight, OH HAPPY DAY 8D'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-7192265503236773823</id><published>2009-02-06T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:00:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twnetyseven, omg o:</title><content type='html'>Ohmypong! I just found out something really really uh, weird. The E that i know(who was so amazingly cool) is the E that - knows(so amazingly not) o: Ew, not cool. D: This is so disastrous, but i want E to come back after mia-ing for like months every sunday. Anyway, i'm slacking in the school library now in the wonderful aircon room with the library standing quite near to me x: Watching handbells videos on facebook, commenting on endless comments on the notes and watching the librarian run from one end of the library to the other just to answer the phone :D Joke man, seriously. And next I gotta go do amath graph in class while &lt;s&gt;smsing-sekretly-under-the-desk&lt;/s&gt; No, not really :D! And now spying on people on facebook, viewing their pictures and "omg, she looks --- and he looks ---" Haha :D Interestingggggg. Then leaving school at 1230 (YEZ! SKIPPING HISTORY, THANKZYOU) to get my retainers adjusted cos it's jabbing into my gum (ouch) and after that, back to MG to deco class with Yanny and then to her bday dinner :D! Egg-cited. Tomorrow, touch rug(nooooo) with the boys and maybe girl(s) at acsi if i can wake up at 930 8D Boohoo, no picture for this post cuz school computers are lousy. Watching j(b)oy and --- talk on facebook is hilarious! Awkwardness everywhare :b "I've only see hard snow" - "I hate hard snow!" - "Uh, yeah me too! Do you make snowmans?" - "No! They take a long time lol" - "Uh, okay then." 8D Funny shiz. Okay back to class nao, toodley :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;PS. GLADYS LOVES JOY AND JOY IS AWESOME AND COOLER THAT HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;hello everyone (: you know gladys secretly thinks that i am pretty, but she doesnt want to admit it to me! bah. I.DO.NOT.THINK.YOU.ARE.COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;JUST MADE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;COLOURFUL!! HEEEE. she just said i have no style):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im going to box her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(omg joy's so lame.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-7192265503236773823?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/7192265503236773823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=7192265503236773823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7192265503236773823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7192265503236773823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/02/twnetyseven-omg-o.html' title='twnetyseven, omg o:'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-8689423022270448661</id><published>2009-01-30T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:15:18.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SYP6enf812I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Ru50aKOOXYg/s1600-h/not_bestfriends_SISTERS_by_RULESTHEWORLD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SYP6enf812I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Ru50aKOOXYg/s400/not_bestfriends_SISTERS_by_RULESTHEWORLD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297352990623848290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a mark you leave,&lt;br /&gt;like i love her carved on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss crash the surface without moving me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, hello locomoccos! :D Haha, in an exceptionally goody moody today for no particular reason. Pretty weird, i agree but it's just been fab cos i'm doing my homework o: But i only did half of each assignment x: I didnt finish ANYTHING so no ticks on my diary D: Anyway, yesterday morning, free time at 3rd level study bench and an angry wenying came stomping along. Turns out that someone yanked her lock and the lock-panel off her locker o: So there's just one hugenormous hole on the locker door D: Poor her, she was so pissed :/ Ohwell, hope everything turns out well (: Been texting so many people since like 8am this morning, gah no doubt my phone bill will go sky rocketing up way waaaaaay high this month ) : But whocares, not as if it'll exceed 60bucks, right? Oh uh, maybe it will D: Gah, amath homework has been a total dread! Can't do more than 2 problems at one go otherwise my brain will fail and i'll turn into some zoombie. Pootpoot, looking forward to tomorrow and monday! :D Eager-beaver much. Tomorrow cos there's church! Haha, me loves and after church there's lunch at my uncle's house! Birthday Bash for a one year old kid, HAHA weird much. And after tomorrow, monday is lunchbox day! Yaaay, it'll be total ab-fabulozo this year and the next 8D Verah Narce(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I owe soph-spaddy a love letter post-it o:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8689423022270448661?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8689423022270448661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8689423022270448661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8689423022270448661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8689423022270448661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-mark-you-leave-like-i-love-her.html' title=''/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SYP6enf812I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Ru50aKOOXYg/s72-c/not_bestfriends_SISTERS_by_RULESTHEWORLD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-6065485894671099330</id><published>2009-01-27T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:41:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyfive, happy cny!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc34.deviantart.com/fs41/f/2009/023/c/a/summer_in_the_middle_of_winter_by_saturdayx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 225px;" src="http://fc34.deviantart.com/fs41/f/2009/023/c/a/summer_in_the_middle_of_winter_by_saturdayx.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CNY has been a blast and it seems to be over so quickly this time ) : But anyway, it was still interesting with late night chats and text messaging and lots of uncontrollable laughters (: CNY Eve, headed down to granny's place for reunion dinner, steamboating, and spastic laughters with my Gramps and his new found 'it' word, &lt;b&gt;HOT&lt;/b&gt;. It was interesting watching him laugh along talking about his HOT stories and whatnots, then CNY DAY! I'm egg-cited. Hee, started off at home with CNY Greetings to mum and dad and getting money (!) then gramp's house for more CNY greeting with more money (!!) and then down to Anchorage to greet more relatives with more money (!!!) :D Okay, this isn't all about money, yesyes (: And had lots of fun at Anchorage(My grand-aunt's place) Talking to cousins and eating firecracker candy and talking to the young-at-heart-but-balding-uncle (HAHA,) :D And meeting a cousni i never knew existed called Andros. Gah, that little cute thing, we kept on giving him candy and sweets and his gramps kept on laughing at us for handing him sweets everytime he came. We took a picture of him and showed it to him and guess what was his reaction. So uber innocent! :D He pointed to the picture and said 'Andros!' with such glimmer in his eyes, so sweet! (: Then evening came and headed to maternal gramp's place where we received like 5 angpaos within 3 minutes, wow. Then headed to United Square with Cousin, Sis and Aunt where the only shop open was Cold Storage and Starbucks :D Bought crackers and coconuts(HAHA) and icecream and gummy bears and off to starbucks we went! :D Lounged in starbucks for awhile and spied on people with their laptops and dropped the coconuts on the floor and saw it roll around for awhile before exploding with laughter(: Hmm, interesting(: Tonight! Second round of steamboat at cousin's house with amazing aircondition and ossum food 8D I'm such a food junkie, Luv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-6065485894671099330?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6065485894671099330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6065485894671099330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6065485894671099330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6065485894671099330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/twentyfive-happy-cny.html' title='twentyfive, happy cny!(:'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-605275081559073190</id><published>2009-01-23T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:34:43.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyfour, its been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/352/c/1/fun_by_Angel_Soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 415px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/352/c/1/fun_by_Angel_Soul.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a long time comin"&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll hi again! :D Since it's the long weekends, i'll just do a little updateroo (: This morning, got a rude awaking by my maid who just slapped my leg to wake me up cos gotta meet JoyBoy at 945am! Gah, normal people don't wake up that early, dude x: So i rushed my way thru breakfast and walking all the way to the back gate just to meet this Joy Auntie who stained her tee all blackish cos her racket grip was fading :b And our game was quite a failure. Okay, it was a total failure cos we were noobs :b Then she went out and i didnt cos i just didn't feel quite super-walker today :/ So i stayed at home and voila! I saw puddy online cos he ponned school :D So we just chatted and other random stuff and today was really interesting? I can't think of anything else accept that it wasn't quite a productive day, HAHA :D But thanks to all the msn chats and tons of smses(I think i busted my sms limit D: ) Enjoy your long weekend collecting free money and wearing all pretty! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-605275081559073190?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/605275081559073190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=605275081559073190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/605275081559073190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/605275081559073190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/twentyfour-its-been-long-time.html' title='twentyfour, its been a long time'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-4875433727424612367</id><published>2009-01-22T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:58:50.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentythree, what the ka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SXg009qtG4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-CBKVDsVPTc/s1600-h/Artist-8269764-ths_pv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SXg009qtG4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-CBKVDsVPTc/s400/Artist-8269764-ths_pv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294039446485539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A BRIGHT NOTE! Haha, puddy is back and boy is he getting weirder by the second o: And today has been simply the greatest :D First, getting a shock early in the morning when the confetti burst open and balloons flew everywhere. Second, singing "Oh yes we're Amplified, shout it out loud HEYHEY!" with Soph and Rifah, skipping up the stairs with people staring at us :p Then sitting beside Steph and Rifah, spazzing out with Steph (alot) while watching the teachers in front getting so enthu over some chinese song and swaying along. What cheap thrills (: But then i realised at that point that rifah, steph and I are gonna be in the same class for 4 years straight :D Hah, not exactly looking forward to it coz i know i'll suffer from a heart spasm if i'm with them :b Then after 120mins of free time and recess, it's 120min of chem and wow, the boring part so no elaboration needed. The final 1hr was Ze Best. Class bonding time, creds to MsYang and MrLiu. I thought it was really fab, talking over 4 boxes of pizza(thanks teachers :D), each classmate with a pizza in their hands. And we got to know more about our teachers(: It's just kind of wow that the teachers would treat us to such a rare Pizza Meal in the Bamboo Courtyard, how fun :D!! And i'm looking forward to tomorrow, squash with joyboy! (: Then orchard(pending), gah the orchard topic gives me bad impressions of some people :/ But hey, 5 day weekend, here i come!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then, we don't want you." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Yeah, we don't need you." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouch. Thanks, alot. That really felt terrible, the three of you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4875433727424612367?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4875433727424612367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4875433727424612367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4875433727424612367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4875433727424612367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/twentythree-what-ka.html' title='twentythree, what the ka!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SXg009qtG4I/AAAAAAAAAXs/-CBKVDsVPTc/s72-c/Artist-8269764-ths_pv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-6176286129914877886</id><published>2009-01-21T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:31:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentytwo, tiring D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc97.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/104/c/5/Enjoy_the_Sun_by_Ninoness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 415px;" src="http://fc97.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/104/c/5/Enjoy_the_Sun_by_Ninoness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWEZERS! Ohman i feel like such a dope-face now cos i brought home my Amath TB instead of Emath(homework) so, i lugged a heavy book home and didn't need it :/ Manxz, i feel like such a goofbag :b Okay, hi beautiful wednesday that i've been looking forward to. Let me tell you why! :D Ooh, i'm so egg-cited now. Okeh, number one, there's PE today! And i actually look forward to PE now (don't be shocked) coz i love squash :D (Playing with joyboy this friday morning :D!!) Number 2, because tomorrow is thursday which means slack day(!!) and after thurs is the longlong weekend! Yay, me likes. And then, peter puddy would be back already! :D Yaaaay, glad gladys(: And now, time for ranting. Like ohmypoot, the secone batch this year for bowling is half angel half devil(really). There's some who joke around but are still nice kiddoz while this particular bunch is just incorrigible(really). They talk back at me and raise their (manly)voices and stare at me with their (weird)eyes and one more thing, one of them is big and uh, plump. x: Anyway, you get my point just overall annoying :/ And the Lizard was really annoying today too! Like, talktalktalktalk and her lizard eyes would like shift around like a chameleon(really)! But i'm glad i have 3-to-the-power (HAHA) Meli and Lizzaye with me in bowling then i know for sure i would never die :p OKAY, LOVELOVELOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. JOYBOY! UPLAOD THE PICTURES ON FACEBOOK! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-6176286129914877886?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6176286129914877886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6176286129914877886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6176286129914877886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6176286129914877886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/twentyone-tiring-d.html' title='twentytwo, tiring D:'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-6587097417171665326</id><published>2009-01-11T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:48:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twentyone, a beautiful thursday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SXGaHhHzPwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCpxdWgl3Tg/s1600-h/15012009%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SXGaHhHzPwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCpxdWgl3Tg/s400/15012009%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292180491077893890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellios, this week has been rather interesting (: Making more and more friends by the day, getting to know more people and playing the cello :p We found this random cello at the back of the class and Joy and I started playing it (HAHA) But yes, we're very much as good as noobs so Siyan tried playing it instead :D And she played some BaaBaaBlackSheep song, HAHA! At least there was a tune compared to the &lt;i&gt;tune&lt;/i&gt; Joy, Zhang and I tried to play. Yes so i made yet another friend: Siyan and Zoebo(pittas) and my standing-partner Michelle(and I practiced Malay with her based on my basic malay/indonesian my maid taught me) and the Malaysian/Indonesian scholars were laughing like mad at my weird malay accent D: But owells, it's for a good cause and everyone's happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thurs, 15 Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie-Pophie/Sophscalator and Glady-Wady/Gladiator headed down to KAP For our HotDate o: -winkwink- and our Spaddy lunch date :D And wowzors, we had laughing fits and weirdo talks, lubdubs truckloads. I upsized my student meal and mine was the humungo-the-jumbo ice milo cup and soph's was the happymeal-kiddo cup :D And she was slowly savouring her little milo while i drank chunks at once (: Then spazz picuz and there were so many SecTwos there who kept gossiping and stuff and SecOnes who stared at us taking spazz-shots. D: But overall it as funess overload :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 18 Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to church and cluster and cell with everyone(: Too bad my puddy-buddy Peter is in M'sia for some weirdo school trip (like ROCs2) Bah, no puddy sms or chats, no entertainment D: Gah, i'll live it through cos there's Esther and Mx my random girlies and Girlfie and idk, so many more. So, i'll love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;PS. Puddy! Buy something for me, HAH :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-6587097417171665326?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6587097417171665326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6587097417171665326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6587097417171665326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6587097417171665326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/twentyone-beautiful-thursday-afternoon.html' title='twentyone, a beautiful thursday afternoon'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SXGaHhHzPwI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCpxdWgl3Tg/s72-c/15012009%28026%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-556815110659390504</id><published>2009-01-07T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:16:03.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty, What a blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SWgg3eJFBvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/alI-uy9i4xE/s1600-h/n705793830_1291603_6899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SWgg3eJFBvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/alI-uy9i4xE/s400/n705793830_1291603_6899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289513899702683378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Sorry, don't mind spazz face :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hohums :D Ohwell! The first week of school has been greato, coping well, befriending well, laughing well, exercising well(!!) And i think i truly love my class and the people in it (: '09-'10 will be a blast! Okay, good feeling about everything now, i'm positive and i won't skip PE Or school unecessarily again :D Or steph will slap me for skipping PE last year and this x: Gratz to Sophie-Pophie and Liser-Grannee-Bananee as chair and vice :D (I did feel a little sour but hey, no more morning attendence taking for me to do! :D) But now, i'm am NE Coord. and what the pong is that? ) : Nevermind, i still love my class and the free periods i have :D And i've ran out of things to say :/ Can't wait for bowling next week! I love my bowlingbuds and everyone and church tmr! Me Likey(: Okay bye, i srsly have nothing to talk about haha! I'm sure you don't wanna know about my school work and studies right? But yesterday ZhiJing came over and boy was is fun! :D I seriously do love her company now although she's not my age but indirectly my friend (: Therefore, i conclude that suanning iz fun, :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-556815110659390504?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/556815110659390504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=556815110659390504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/556815110659390504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/556815110659390504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/twenty-what-blast.html' title='twenty, What a blast'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SWgg3eJFBvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/alI-uy9i4xE/s72-c/n705793830_1291603_6899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-453888963318152282</id><published>2009-01-01T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:12:22.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nineteen, HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SV3ZzxIn9XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2On2MpCJpW4/s1600-h/n552030705_1703478_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SV3ZzxIn9XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2On2MpCJpW4/s400/n552030705_1703478_2678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286621020988896626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BAHAHAH, THE BOYS AT THE BACK! Shawn Bryner and Idk-what-name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SV3ZzkbyG6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Qq5kS9DjXPo/s1600-h/n552030705_1703477_875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SV3ZzkbyG6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Qq5kS9DjXPo/s400/n552030705_1703477_875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286621017579592610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I LUFF YOU :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Okay first of all, I'm really sorry to everyone cos' i haven't been updating since idk when. Second of all, i luv my church to the max :D Hee, New Year's Countdown at church was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ze Bomb!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We arrived late and it was filled to the brim! Like seriously to the very last bench right at the doors! Luckily my cell has like one whole row right in the front :D Heh, and so the service went on and worship was great! Love aunty Linda who was singing with her uh, windscreen wiper hand movements :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then we took lots of pictures near the stage after service and the lights were almost gonna off! Bah, but luckily we zoomed out in time. After some picture snapsnaps, we headed out to yumtum! And wow was there a feast. Curry, Fried Rice, BeeHoon, Jelly, Fruit Punch, Ginger Tea, WOWZERS! And it was really yumtum and i met a few more other SecOnes&amp;amp;Twos there! Hehe, great! And we just chatted, alot and laughed a whole lot and the funniest was Boon! He thought there was gonna be a countdown service so yeah he smsed and said "Eh, leave me a seat okay? I'm coming now!" And it was at 11pm when service was almost over. So we thought he was joking so "Yeah right, good one!" Then, HE REALLY CAME AT 11PM! And he just sat behind, all so lonely.(HAHAHA, BOON!) And Shengwei and the spilled coffee on the floor incident :D It was just really great.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2008 has been a massive year of ups and downs (and i'm glad that's over). And i'm sure 2009 will be a smashin' good year :) OKAY BYE, I'M MISSING MY ELLEN DEGENERES SHOW LAH! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-453888963318152282?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/453888963318152282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=453888963318152282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/453888963318152282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/453888963318152282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2009/01/nineteen-happy-new-year.html' title='nineteen, HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SV3ZzxIn9XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2On2MpCJpW4/s72-c/n552030705_1703478_2678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-8431822332366396073</id><published>2008-12-26T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:44:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eighteen, X'mas and Boys5yr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs38/f/2008/328/5/8/CUBED_X__Mas_Series_by_aiwa_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 654px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs38/f/2008/328/5/8/CUBED_X__Mas_Series_by_aiwa_9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;X'MAS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And yez, i know i posted a day late but nevermind x: Well, this festive week has been quite un-thrilling but nevertheless, the days were loved. :D Now, let's start from the very beginning, :D (Sounds like some Sound Of Music song o: )(RANT-OMG SLOW INTERNET, BAH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;X'mas Eve, 24Dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow Grand-aunts and Aunts and Uncles. Family dinner @ GrandAunt's house which was at Anchorage, beside Anchorpoint :D (Omg, billabong outlet) The food that her maid cooked was of Restaurant standard o: And she was telling us about how her maid said her eyes felt like they were burning (HAHAH!) But the maid is really nice :D And she cooked for like idk how many days straight cos GrandAunt organised like so many parties during x'mas and invited almost my whole paternal relatives o: My sis and i just talked to our Uncle and laughed throughout the party cos' he was hilarious! o: Like really. He asked my other uncle (who was talking to my dad) "Hey, this plate is for cake" And my uncle kinda ignored him cos he was talking and prolly didnt hear. Then the FunnyUncle just passed the plate in front of the TalkingUncle and the TalkingUncle just put his cup of coffee on the cakeplate. :D Then FunnyUncle has this insulted expressed. :D It's just uber funny, you won't understand, bah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;X'mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it to church service ) : And poor Mx was all alone there cos Mich was sitting with her brothers D: Bah, i'm sorry. So i just sat at home and watched all the x'mas movies on teevo :D And "X'mas in Disney" was the best ever :D Hah, i'm such a kid. But i love it when you can feel God's presence everywhere, it's just really warm and fuzzy to know that someone's watching over you. :D Hee, i luvz. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-8431822332366396073?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/8431822332366396073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=8431822332366396073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8431822332366396073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/8431822332366396073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/eighteen-xmas-and-boys5yr.html' title='eighteen, X&apos;mas and Boys5yr'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-3048849967367496180</id><published>2008-12-24T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:05:18.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seventee, quizzo bozo!</title><content type='html'>Sabo-ed by Melissa to do 2 quizzes D: I should've known my Aunty would do this after the "Bala" incident x: Anyway! Daddy was exceptionally nice today :D!! He was reading the papers then suddenly he came into my room when i was blogging and he shoved the newspaper in front of my face and pointed at this "article" and the article screamed out "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONVERSE WAREHOUSE SALE!&lt;/span&gt;" And he was like "I'll bring you(:" and i was just O.O But, YAY! New shoes! Heh, this is such a lovely holiday. First, spending over $400 in Taiwan and now spending more money in S'pore! Lucky, Luckly, Luckly ;D BTW! I LOVE ULTRAVIOLET! (Just to spite anyone who loves it and doesn't have the mp3) :D (i'm evilllllllll!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The person who tagged/passed you:&lt;/strong&gt; Melissa/Auntie/Fatimah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your relationship with her:&lt;/strong&gt; She's my auntie! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; and my maid too. HAHAHA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your 5 impressions over her:&lt;/strong&gt; auntie, crazy, weetarded, spazz, GOOD LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Most memorable thing she has done to you:&lt;/strong&gt; Ditch me during bowling &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If either one of em' becomes your lover, you will:&lt;/strong&gt; EITHER ONE WHO? There's only one auntie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; And i'd suffer from a stroke and die&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If either one of em' becomes your lover, they'd have to improve on:&lt;/strong&gt; EVERYTHING! HAHAHAHA :D Go for operation, :p (kidding kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If she becomes your enemy you will:&lt;/strong&gt; Suffer D: Her supreme laughter would kill me o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If either one of em' becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;/strong&gt; Misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The most desired thing you want to do for them:&lt;/strong&gt; Get her some restraining collar. :D (WOW Man! Look at meli, she's always out of control :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Overall impression of her:&lt;/strong&gt; MAD WOMAN! :D But my greatgreat buddy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How do you think people around you will think about you?&lt;/strong&gt; AMAZING! :D Retarded, chatty, loud, lively, mad, insane(?), animalistic o: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The characteristics you love about yourself are:&lt;/strong&gt; Out-going, spazz(8D), chatty, lively?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. The characteristics you hate about yourself are:&lt;/strong&gt; over-dependent D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be:&lt;/strong&gt; Myself? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. For people who care and like you, say something to them:&lt;/strong&gt; HELLOOOO! :D Thanks for putting up with me and my weirdness :p And wowee! I hope next year you'll still like me (HAHAH!) and i love you too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Pass this quiz to 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Gen 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Jean!&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAH, i know i jsut tagged 2 people x: But anyone who feels like doing, just do. :D)&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/5861450453692286172-3048849967367496180?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3048849967367496180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3048849967367496180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3048849967367496180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3048849967367496180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/seventee-quizzo-bozo.html' title='seventee, quizzo bozo!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-3832561655767212871</id><published>2008-12-23T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:40:31.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen, rant rant rant HOTTIE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v298/245/74/1283064437/n1283064437_77357_5079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v298/245/74/1283064437/n1283064437_77357_5079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGAH, CAN I RANT ABOUT "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STIFF DYLANS&lt;/span&gt;" PLEASE? And their songs are ze bestest. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ULTRAVIOLET&lt;/span&gt;" Def the best song that i luv the most in Stiff Dylans. Aaron Johnson is also love o.o he looks the best in Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. And guess how many times i watched this movie on the plane? 3 AWESUM TIMES! :D Heheheh, and i'm satisfied. And hooo, this Jean here is pleading with me to send her the song which resulted in the TAG OF PLEAD- PLEASING ME :D Heeee, anywhoot i'll be all dressed up pretty and uh, pretty :D Okay, just a small rant post, heh. Blink by and go away if not interested and stop suanning me Jean! ): Too bad you don't have songs that i have ;D And Aaron Johnson is hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3832561655767212871?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3832561655767212871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3832561655767212871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3832561655767212871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3832561655767212871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/sixteen-rant-rant-rant-hottie.html' title='sixteen, rant rant rant HOTTIE?'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-5875366932615644937</id><published>2008-12-22T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:25:52.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteen, welcome to singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AojJx0jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cq9Eg313SvA/s1600-h/IMG_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AojJx0jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cq9Eg313SvA/s400/IMG_0678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511953304080946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AoOBglFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RnhTkAmE4ow/s1600-h/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AoOBglFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RnhTkAmE4ow/s400/IMG_0637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511947632251986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AnsoMt6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/UB-mO9w6j4s/s1600-h/IMG_0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AnsoMt6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/UB-mO9w6j4s/s400/IMG_0568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511938667722658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AnZoVyCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TY3uvSCIF60/s1600-h/IMG_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AnZoVyCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TY3uvSCIF60/s400/IMG_0491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511933568043042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9Am1tk3vI/AAAAAAAAAWg/cqvXDfCo-kQ/s1600-h/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9Am1tk3vI/AAAAAAAAAWg/cqvXDfCo-kQ/s400/IMG_0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511923926327026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGAH, FUNESS TO THE MAX! :D Hee, okay i'm kind of exagerrating but it was a ab-fabuloso! We shopped and shopped and shopped on the last few days and daddy even had to exchange more money and even swipe his credit card o: And i bought over $400SGD there? And daddy bought more than $700 o: Cos he went into BrooksBrothers and bought like idk how many ties and whatnots. Sis bought 2 pairs of shoes, momma bought boots :D And i bought toys x: And my trucker shirt from Paul Frank which is LOVE! But omigah, $170SGD but daddy still bought it for me :B And i shan't elaborate too much but I kept staring at this Nike outlet store's sales assistant cos i thought he was cute x: HEHEHE, Anyways, a little something cos pictures say a thousand words ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-5875366932615644937?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/5875366932615644937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=5875366932615644937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5875366932615644937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/5875366932615644937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/fifteen-welcome-to-singapore.html' title='fifteen, welcome to singapore!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SU9AojJx0jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cq9Eg313SvA/s72-c/IMG_0678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1430310883172777058</id><published>2008-12-13T14:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:47:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourteen, up up and away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc27.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/331/5/a/airplane_by_MiekoMiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 191px;" src="http://fc27.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/331/5/a/airplane_by_MiekoMiley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SUNisFnL7XI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j85vZWmnAgI/s1600-h/feet_airplane_by_my_heart_eats_beats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SUNisFnL7XI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j85vZWmnAgI/s400/feet_airplane_by_my_heart_eats_beats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279171697768656242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc87.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/347/5/5/Airplane_by_savagegarbageman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 214px;" src="http://fc87.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/347/5/5/Airplane_by_savagegarbageman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but don't worry, i'll be coming back :) Don't miss me too much, don't wonder too much i'll bring gifts and some candies to your door step :D I meant for it to rhyme but who cares, i'm not majoring (or even taking) Literature anyway :p Hohums, anyway. I'll be leaving bright and early tomorrow at around 6am, off to t3 and plane to Taiwan! I hear the word 'shopping' and 'food' and well, nothing else since i'm not really into Taiwan dudes x: (And bah, the high-pitched screechy voice girls) I hope i won't meet them in the whole trip. D: Tomorrow's the flight and i'm not even done packing! o: Haven't packed my toiletries D: Haven't decided on my clothes! Haven't pack my medicines! Haven't pack the bag i'm bringing D: And i'm only a few hours away from flight. Bah, this is due to the lack of excited towards Taiwan. Anywhoot, see ya next sunday, kickers! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1430310883172777058?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1430310883172777058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1430310883172777058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1430310883172777058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1430310883172777058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/fifteen-up-up-and-away.html' title='fourteen, up up and away!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SUNisFnL7XI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j85vZWmnAgI/s72-c/feet_airplane_by_my_heart_eats_beats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-3523852781105677800</id><published>2008-12-08T14:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:55:25.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen, quizdizz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/STzSeTwuL6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/jcIzDMkXWm4/s1600-h/history2-2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/STzSeTwuL6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/jcIzDMkXWm4/s400/history2-2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277324281513914274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, I LUVZ JAE! (OMG, SARAH! :D) Okay anyway, 4 days left for me to pack for Taiwan and guess what, i havent started x: BAH, hopefully i won't be too late, boo. D: I'm terribly looking forward to Wednesday! Teehee, out with Nics and Rifah to catch WildChild! Then walk around orchard, going to Fox at taka to grab my hoodie, maybe off to heeren just cos i luv heeren and there's new shops at level 5 and did i mention, 3-story HMV :D, OohLala. Okay, NowNow for a quiz i gladly obliged to do for Jeanie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name? (a full one)&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Ng Chin Ee&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like ur name?&lt;br /&gt;Yes duh, it's my name? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have u liked the person u currently liked?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, who? Idk. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you kissed anyone before?&lt;br /&gt;Familyyy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Teared, cos i was sneezing like a machine gun! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Sooo cold okay&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you doing in the morning, 8?&lt;br /&gt;Catching my ' Zzzz ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you doing an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING TEEVO! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; '50 Most shocking Celebs confesisons'&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;This quiz? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who last texted u a message?&lt;br /&gt;Rifah&lt;br /&gt;10. Have u told anyone u loved them today?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss anyone now? Who?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, Esther&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; ) :&lt;/span&gt; That goober didn't go to church for 2 weeks and the next 2 weeks i'm overseas &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Packing my Luggage!&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the reason behind the last time u cried?&lt;br /&gt;Before today, i cried on friday night? Hm, sad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anyone u want to be with now?&lt;br /&gt;Yessire! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you kissed anyone with the name starting with 'S'?&lt;br /&gt;S- Sarah. Don't ask (coughcough)&lt;br /&gt;16. Name someone who made you smile today. How?&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Murphi. HAHAHA! I was watching Daddy-Daycare! Funny show &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my friend-Deemonster. He/She/It said that He/She/It fell into the squat toilet and soaked /his/her/it's shoe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; (Gross x: )&lt;br /&gt;17. Name a friend whose name starts with 'Z'.&lt;br /&gt;Zachary, Zacharia, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which of a friend stay closest to u?&lt;br /&gt;(Thehotguydownstairs) HAHA :D Uhm, Geri. Directly 4 levels below. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do u prefer to call or to text?&lt;br /&gt;Text o: Whoopdeedoo.&lt;br /&gt;20. Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;No, eh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; Today - Family time!&lt;br /&gt;21. Can u live a day without ur tv and hp?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEZ, With the help of my Bestie, the COM-POO-TAAAH&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you mad at anything now?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, My black hoodie too small! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do u ever think that relationships are worth going in to?&lt;br /&gt;Yez man, if you don't try, you'll never know (winkwink) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last person u visited in hospital?&lt;br /&gt;AHGONG!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; We took over his teevo to watch Ellen Show and Zac and Cody. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was ur second and last hug?&lt;br /&gt;Second Hug? Like 2 seconds after birth cos my first hug went to the doc D: the second to mummy&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; Last hug to Yvonne, "I thought i was gonna die in thailand for my honeymoon!"&lt;br /&gt;26. What does your last message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Bah, too bad. I'm at holland enjoying my youth while you mope in front of your com (evil laughter)" -Deemonster&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How do u feel about life?&lt;br /&gt;Life is like blocked nose. It only gets better when there's no obstruction &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, gah i just made that up cos i have a block nose x:&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and Forget man o: Hate is such a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the Last person u called?&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who usually sends u the most text messages in a month?&lt;br /&gt;Like, every month or this month? Every month- my church mate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;:Dv&lt;/span&gt; This month- Nicole Yee&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Is your room messy now?&lt;br /&gt;OH NOZ! I JUST CLEARED ALL MY TEXTBOOKS AND WS! All into the recycling bin &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8ppl to do the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;IDK! YOU, MAYBE? :D&lt;br /&gt;GWYN!&lt;br /&gt;LIZKAO!&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA!&lt;br /&gt;idk, you who is reading this :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-3523852781105677800?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/3523852781105677800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=3523852781105677800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3523852781105677800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/3523852781105677800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/thirteen-quizdizz.html' title='thirteen, quizdizz.'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/STzSeTwuL6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/jcIzDMkXWm4/s72-c/history2-2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1300996653958030640</id><published>2008-12-03T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:12:07.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve, ENCORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/STYjLHo6IsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bIUukAZhDk0/s1600-h/horse-hoody-white-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/STYjLHo6IsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bIUukAZhDk0/s320/horse-hoody-white-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275442687447278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, i must must must rant now :D I luv online shopping! I bought like a top from Threadless, and a tee from F21 online web ($19SGD - mailed!) Cheapnesss o: And then and then, I ordered like a few tops from Daddy who is in Bintan now, golfing and going to get me my ralph laurens :D YEZZ, I'M A HAPPY GOOBER! :B And one month is gone just like that, slacking. GAH, i still have homework to complete, and the chinese book thingo to finish reading ]: And i just found out that In my class next year, ALL the DOUBLE SCIENCE PEOPLE ARE DOING PHYSICS! Thanks alot man D: Now i'm the only major Bio person. How lehz. Ohyes. I've got to rant again. I LUV COLONIZE/BANC! :D Gah, but then it's super-dee-duaper expensive. Around $100+? And if i do buy one, the shipping will be like, ohman i can't even talk about it. (Dies) And then i found out that &lt;a href="http://colonize.co.kr/"&gt;Colonize&lt;/a&gt; actually plagarized &lt;a href="http://wrongwroks.com/"&gt;Wrongwroks&lt;/a&gt; o: And then i went to Wrongwroks and saw this manificent hoodie o: And it was calling out to meeeee! But look at the price. $85USD not including shipping. Someone kill me already D: On a brighter note, 2 MORE WEEKS TO TAIPEI! Yez, i hear "shopping" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1300996653958030640?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1300996653958030640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1300996653958030640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1300996653958030640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1300996653958030640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/12/twelve-encore.html' title='twelve, ENCORE!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/STYjLHo6IsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bIUukAZhDk0/s72-c/horse-hoody-white-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1766464468005585249</id><published>2008-11-22T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:38:28.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleven, FORCED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSeax9cc4PI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4woSESxEUpc/s1600-h/Japan_From_The_Eyes_Of_Fish_13_by_hakanphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSeax9cc4PI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4woSESxEUpc/s320/Japan_From_The_Eyes_Of_Fish_13_by_hakanphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271352071958618354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI GEN! Okay, this post was &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;Requested&lt;/u&gt; by Gen Lim. "EH! AUNTIE, UPDATE LAH. YOUR BLOG IS SO DEAD AND TOTALLY BORING. NO LIFE, LIKE YOU! :D" Thanks ah, auntie. Just crashed my entire life ) : Anyway, time to be happy! I just knew about my class today. (Yeah, thanks heaps. I know i'm an outdated auntie already) Thanks Anne for making a trip down to school to check my class for me cos' i'm a lazy bum x: Same class with around one-third of 2H? I should be rejoicing now :D But anyway. I just came home from some Beef Factory thingo and my mummy bought like, BEEF! :D Wagyu, black angus prime, others that you won't ever know since you're no steak appetiser :D HEY! I just realise that my blog is really, really boring. GAH! HOW AH? DDDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1766464468005585249?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1766464468005585249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1766464468005585249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1766464468005585249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1766464468005585249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/11/eleven-forced.html' title='eleven, FORCED!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSeax9cc4PI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4woSESxEUpc/s72-c/Japan_From_The_Eyes_Of_Fish_13_by_hakanphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-7053152891796498579</id><published>2008-11-19T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:21:23.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten, the birthday post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSOF4pPkK4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/NCt18GQnEsM/s1600-h/Trapped_Souls_by_Xingz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSOF4pPkK4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/NCt18GQnEsM/s320/Trapped_Souls_by_Xingz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270203197143919490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone :D I bet you're curious about my birthday right? 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Uh, in some &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt; order. (Go figure. HAHA) :D "Grandparents, Parents, Maid(HAHAH!), MinXian, Esther, Sue-Anne, Anna(from shanghai!), Ada, Ds, Wen, Bran, Tayson, Grace Wee, Alyssa, JoyceA, HannahB, Gen, Nics, Weiyi, Jean, Sana, LizK, Rifah, Delia, Melissa, Kevin, Shiwen, Thomas". And i still have pending presents from people, HAHAH. I'm shameless, yes i know :p Esther owes me a pink rabbit from action city - Due in a few weeks time x: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;18, November Tuesday '08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up bright and early at 8.30am (wow.) Then computered and the smses came gushing in cos i was charging it the night before. Anna, thanks for your midnight sms all the way from shanghai with the expensive charges o: And Ada for the midnight messages :D The rest of you, thanks for early morning disturbance (HAHA) :D. Then, shopping with mummy and sis at vivo but i didn't buy anything, cos everything was kinda unappealing and the stock was the same :/ Then ate Bravisimo icecream(luvz) and to popo's house, then home. I didn't have a cake though, that sucks but nevermind, i've got cheesecake from breadtalk. :b Heh, pretty much uninteresting BUT, i'm content :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-7053152891796498579?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/7053152891796498579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=7053152891796498579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7053152891796498579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/7053152891796498579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-birthday-post.html' title='ten, the birthday post'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSOF4pPkK4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/NCt18GQnEsM/s72-c/Trapped_Souls_by_Xingz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1671171939135502119</id><published>2008-11-17T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:17:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nineth, pounding head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSEopGsriBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Siab_EY4CQE/s1600-h/z173182436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSEopGsriBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Siab_EY4CQE/s320/z173182436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269537725637953554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's a killerrrr, it's been pounding for the past half an hour so i'll just finish up this short update and tadah, be done (: Anyway, i'm really really sorry i didn't do the dedications ) : Cos i'm making icons (very tiny) to put beside each name :D! So it'll take hardwork and photoshop (which i don't have, yet) So i'll settle for uh, photobucket? Hee, it's the closest anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;13, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, MINI PARTY! Okay, i've posted this before but anyway, Pictures in facebook(: Or at Gen's Xanga. Taas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;15, Saturday - Yvonne's Wedding!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohmygah, it was splendid! :D Yvonne was as pretty as whatever is helluva gorgeous :D And Johnson looked suaveee. Early morning went to hair salon with mummy to wash and blow my hair but the hairdresser took such an amazingly long time. Met Mx, Cass, Esther, Mich and uh Cass' Brothers near the breakfast hall and then Isabel came and we started taking pictures :D Until we had to line up to sign something but the queue was like looooong, so guess what we did. We CUT QUEUE! :D Thanks to Cass who shouted "HEY! I see June in the queue, let's cut, faster!" And i ekpt telling her that she's an awesome auntie x: Then this little cutie boy around 3yearsold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(ring bearer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; wore a tux and ran into the roon, down the isle. 100% Cute! :) Then Yvonne went down the isle and johnson and yesyes, lunch time! Ate at the corridor hall thingo majingo with Esther and Mx on the sofa with the yummy rice (: Then Playgrounded! On the swings with Mx then Esther had to go ) : So we called SueAnne to swing with us :D Okay, this part is getting too long, cutcut end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;16, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Church as usual, Service then Cluster then Cell(: The basic Norms. :D Then out to lunch with family, mummy daddy and sis. CJLMXLB! yumtumz, the xiaolongbao was so hot i think i scalded my tongue ) : Then shopped at Dorothy Perkins, G2000 and ate desserts at Al Dente. Yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Llama, mama! :D Christie Yeo, hope you have lotz of funz :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Delia! Hope you have fun singing fairytale songs and bouncing :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5861450453692286172-1671171939135502119?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1671171939135502119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1671171939135502119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1671171939135502119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1671171939135502119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/11/nineth-pounding-head.html' title='nineth, pounding head'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SSEopGsriBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Siab_EY4CQE/s72-c/z173182436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-4353468145179378513</id><published>2008-11-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:33:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight, That asian kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SR0pYiU3Q2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/PdxI5qhJ5WE/s1600-h/xent+2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SR0pYiU3Q2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/PdxI5qhJ5WE/s320/xent+2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268412640601260898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It was kind of dream-like, unbelievable. Waiting for the lift, she spun to her left as she heard footsteps, weary and tired and heavy. The lift doors opened and she took a step in, carefully pressing her petite finger on the door-open button, waiting for the other to enter. He raced to a little momentous skip as he gently brushed past her shoulder, whispering a soft yet audible "Thanks" as he shyly looked away and pressed the number 4 button in the lift. All was still and calm until the lift door "ding-ed" and opened. The boy took half a step forward, paused. At the corner of her eyes, she saw the corner of his lips curl up."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, Pretty :D FYI, it's not fictional, a true story indeed.(: And i went to my maid and ranted nonstop to her about this cutie I saw who actually lives directly 1 floor beneath me!! And yes, he is so tall, and okay, enough rants :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 November, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of my life, :) I luff yesterday truckloads. At the poolside, taking peekturez and uh, in the room watching uhm, yes. HAHA! Andand someone scandalously changing in the room (!!) :D Great great great, let's do it again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee, okay i'm really sorry for the dead blog and all but i'm just tooo lazzyyyy to update :/ Gah, solli solli. Tomorrow i can't update either cos' wedding! :D And sunday, nono either cos' out with the family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AHEM! My birthday is round the corner, aye people? (hinthinthint.Tuesday18november.MAJORHINT!) :D Hahaha, am i shameless or what, (retorical question) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-4353468145179378513?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/4353468145179378513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=4353468145179378513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4353468145179378513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/4353468145179378513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/11/eight-that-asian-kid.html' title='eight, That asian kid'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SR0pYiU3Q2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/PdxI5qhJ5WE/s72-c/xent+2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-2994230820322582733</id><published>2008-10-31T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:35:49.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven, specially for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc21.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/150/2/6/Wild_Nintendo_by_GestianPoet21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://fc21.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/150/2/6/Wild_Nintendo_by_GestianPoet21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hello welloz. Sorry for the late (very) update cos' i've been lazing around and watching my korean drama(&lt;3!) I know i owe everyone dedications buttttt, okay. I'm a major procrastinator, so give me some time :D! By uh, monday? Yesyes. Dedications by monday :p Meanwhile, let me rant about Genevieve Lim. That AHGONG! Major blackmailer and she's getting better and better at suanning (to our disadvantages) Okay, change subject (i'm fickle, i know). Neopets and facebook and MSN all day long. And dress hunting and talking to Evangeline tomorrow and Church on sunday and gah, i have no social life man! Remind me to buy a Nintendo DS and get a proper social life please. ) : Maybe i'll do the dedications now? :D someone, come online! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2994230820322582733?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2994230820322582733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2994230820322582733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2994230820322582733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2994230820322582733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven-specially-for-you.html' title='seven, specially for you.'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-532697674973700510</id><published>2008-10-26T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:50:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six, bobs away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/accoustic-x/katie_holmes_bob-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 323px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r112/accoustic-x/katie_holmes_bob-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, i just had a new haircut yesterday and i luuuuv it :D And my hairdresser was like "Hey! It really suits you, man!" And my mum kept on saying "See! I told you, you should cut short hair sooner mah!" Anyway, yes, i reallyreally luff it. It's Katie Holmes inspired, hahah! At first i didn't really think about celebs and their hairstyles until i finished my haircut and my hairdresser told me it was Katie Holmes inspired. o: &lt;s&gt;The more i look at my hair the more i love it. HAHAHA!&lt;/s&gt; Okok, no ego-ing. :D Anyway, today i missed church ) : had this terrible headache (and still having it but don't ask me why i'm on the computer) :B Heee, looking forward to seeing GennyBenny for lunch! someday? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i reallyreally promise. Next update will be dedications. :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-532697674973700510?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/532697674973700510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=532697674973700510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/532697674973700510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/532697674973700510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-bobs-away.html' title='six, bobs away!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-9074271041126970496</id><published>2008-10-25T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:09:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five, the luff around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SQKNlajzpQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_7Nor-TiIik/s1600-h/n548083860_1073587_5625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SQKNlajzpQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_7Nor-TiIik/s320/n548083860_1073587_5625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260922988646343938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been very very very wonderful. Nevertheless, everyone is still going their separate ways next year. Some may be in the same class, the same route, the same path but others, another road, another street, another path. Although everyone is going their way, the memories shared will always trail behind their footsteps, a life-long experience, an unforgettable event. It's been a joy, an experience, the exuberance. With friendships made and pleasures shared, Thank you 2H. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. HEY! i'm gonna chop my hair off today ): Yeah, like short short. Anyway, let's go lunch together, ily gang :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-9074271041126970496?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/9074271041126970496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=9074271041126970496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/9074271041126970496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/9074271041126970496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-luff-around.html' title='five, the luff around.'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SQKNlajzpQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_7Nor-TiIik/s72-c/n548083860_1073587_5625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-1207510249509398662</id><published>2008-10-20T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:00:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four, flowerpot :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th95.deviantart.com/fs35/300W/f/2008/292/b/f/bf653ebb2a55993a9c16b7132dcdaf46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 411px;" src="http://th95.deviantart.com/fs35/300W/f/2008/292/b/f/bf653ebb2a55993a9c16b7132dcdaf46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah hi. :D Well, today in school - same old same old. BUT! Yay, we got scouted by Mrs Low to help her do some Sec 2 video to show the whole school :D Yay, so we spent the whole day (yes, WHOLE DAY!) Doing the video during school time so we got to miss every other programme in stall for us :D! Heee, so Christie, Cindy, Gen, Rifah, Nics came along to help as well. It was pretty fun, reallyreally :p And we were spazzing the whole day! But we did manage to finish it. In between times we got to play Murderer and the Improvised Murderer :D And truth or dare and made Nicole stand outside like a chicken or some sorta' chicken for a minute, then got Rifah to sing to a pole and propose to it :B Hee, pretty normal day if you ask me. OH! We did our subject options today and i was nervous that i might make a mistake and there's the downfall ahead of me. D: Thankfully, no. GAH! Okay, boring post i'm sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 19th Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today we headed to Yvonne's house with Amanda and Mx :B Ate subway and met June there and funfunfunfun after that. Really really :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whoa but the only bad thing about it was that IT WAS AT SENGKANGGGG. Someone save me man. Thankfully, i'm not gonna go that far into AngMoKio everr, everrrrrrrr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-1207510249509398662?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/1207510249509398662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=1207510249509398662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1207510249509398662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/1207510249509398662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/10/four-flowerpot-p.html' title='four, flowerpot :p'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-2928623786058066915</id><published>2008-10-18T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:22:39.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three, bombastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPlkgN75uII/AAAAAAAAAVI/3VKSGFs6v7k/s1600-h/whee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPlkgN75uII/AAAAAAAAAVI/3VKSGFs6v7k/s320/whee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258344544591263874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gah! Heeee, okay. I'm going a litle spastic now after talking to D on the phone and chatting about totally random stuff (captain underpants). :D I think i'm accepting reality that i'm in doubs and i sort of feel relieved about it and i'm not sure why either. After praying and chatting to the Lord,  i felt this overwhelming relief in me, like WHOOSH! And i felt really calm (then i just fell asleep) x: It was in the night, can't blame me. :D hee. Anyway, i think this year's been a great deal for me and i'm sure for everyone else as well. The plenty pleasant and enjoyable times are un-countable. There were just too many happy moments to keep track of and although there were life's ups and downs, everyone managed to get along jsut fine at the end of the day. It's been a wonderful year with many new friends (bestie!) made and memories shared. Hopefully next year i'll be with you, you, you, you and all of you again. :D Keep hoping o: And this morning when i woke up, i saw this sms from Sng. And i was kinda touching and sweet. Nevertheless, Sng has her deep moments. :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I really have no idea why my layout's so whacked o: Time for the mechanic! HAHAH, grab my sister here x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-2928623786058066915?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/2928623786058066915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=2928623786058066915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2928623786058066915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/2928623786058066915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-bombastic.html' title='three, bombastic!'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPlkgN75uII/AAAAAAAAAVI/3VKSGFs6v7k/s72-c/whee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861450453692286172.post-6211524224433372717</id><published>2008-10-17T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:40:20.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two, life's a roller coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc67.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/103/8/2/___before_you_leave___by_rebeltawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 375px;" src="http://fc67.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/103/8/2/___before_you_leave___by_rebeltawn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got the results slip. Everyone had their results slip. Some were over the moon, some were not so ecstatic. It was odd, everything was just dull all of a sudden. Everyone was kinda sad (not everyone but yes, you get my point) And Sng was like "How can you be so smiley and happy at a time like this?" And i just smiled and just nodded. It was kinda hard but anyway. I didn't give much response that day on. I'm turning GOTH? o.o And now my msn doesn't work. Great, no socialising. Okay, i'm really really anti-social. Time to join Tracey :D! Hahaha, although she's so much more sociable now. Talking with the usuals are tough imo. The wall's up, the curtain is drawn. But talking with the other group is much easier, much less of a pretense. But life's hard. I need my sibling and she's out gay-ly prancing around in town and dancing para-para and her friend's. 8D "It's Friday. Let Loose, Girl" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edit)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH THE LAYOUT O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861450453692286172-6211524224433372717?l=sunday-lights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/feeds/6211524224433372717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861450453692286172&amp;postID=6211524224433372717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6211524224433372717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861450453692286172/posts/default/6211524224433372717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunday-lights.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-lifes-roller-coaster.html' title='two, life&apos;s a roller coaster'/><author><name>!shoutmyname</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-5861450453692286172.post-6944548276062461226</id><published>2008-10-12T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:25:49.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one, first up the block</title><content type='html'>test, whatever. Come back later :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPBw8uiIjyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VteZgjP0-yU/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPBw8uiIjyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VteZgjP0-yU/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255824953727029026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPBw8nmN6TI/AAAAAAAAAU4/L_fE5Egnwbo/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPBw8nmN6TI/AAAAAAAAAU4/L_fE5Egnwbo/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255824951865108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPBw80dVCtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oSbKafosSCM/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yRjsTjPEiXE/SPBw80dVCtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oSbKafosSCM/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255824955317488338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Okay, hi! Welcome to this uh, new blog of mine :D Yeah, i got seriously bored with the previous one so, decided on a new one! teehee, and i got &lt;a href="http://boybrushedpink.livejournal.com/"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt; to go and edit the codings cos' the one on blogskins was really really kind of screwed :/ And she was suddenly so nice to help me :D Heee, anyway. My very first update after the exams! Hoh, sorry for leaving the previous blog to fallow in the dead-ness. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have this feeling that my results won't be too nice but whocares! Exams are already over, just go and enjoy for the time being :B!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ohoh, talking about outings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Went out on Thursday (immediately after exams) with Gen, Nics and Rifah to movies and shopping! :D I seriously love heeren, but we didn't last too long there ): First, munched at KAP where Rifah and I just bought Ice Milo (Yumtum!) then cabbed to Wheelock to Borders and i bought a new pencil case! :D (happy happy me) and, it was only &lt;b&gt;$7!&lt;/b&gt; yessssss, a brand new pencil case that's cheap! A steal, hohoho. Then heeren but nothing much. Met people from 2D and 2G while walking around orchard. :D Then, Cine for housebunny BUT! Sold out ): so, MAMAMIA! Where it was realllyyy funny and Nics and I were laughing to ourselves when this weirdo old man sang to himself (all the songs o: ) the peeps from 2G also went to watch and we saw Baibaozi and Hanying there too (the same movie too!) Then home we headed, separate ways. They went to Taka to bus home while i walked to wisma alll alone finding my sister and i was walking around Ding Tai Fung to see what food the people were eating (HAHA!) 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