<?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-8627464248273935725</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:52:07.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seanie sean sean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-3663731821395554436</id><published>2009-02-22T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:05:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDY!</title><content type='html'>Im currently at wan ting's house. STUDYING for macro econs. =x BORED LA. Macro is sooooooooo dry. BUT I MUST MAKE IT FUN AND EXCITING!!!! YES! macro is fun! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-3663731821395554436?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3663731821395554436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=3663731821395554436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3663731821395554436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3663731821395554436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2009/02/study.html' title='STUDY!'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-4737872949035837710</id><published>2009-02-21T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:56:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams!</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Exams are here! And i can't get to see my loved one. =x AND ITS SO STRESSFUL LA! Tmr going to friend's house to study. Haven't seen love in a day, and im missing her so. Sigh. Just one day only lah! Cold turkey le. &gt;&lt; T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like crying, but men must not cry. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-4737872949035837710?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4737872949035837710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=4737872949035837710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4737872949035837710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4737872949035837710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams.html' title='Exams!'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-8312597078745194112</id><published>2009-02-10T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:44:16.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINE!!! i shall update my blog~ exams coming alr.... now got study break for 2 weeks, then exams, then 2 months holidays! Its like... 10 weeks hols luh.. so almost 3 months. damn fun. YAY! 3 months over!!! 4th month coming soon! Looking forward to tmr~ =) yay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-8312597078745194112?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8312597078745194112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=8312597078745194112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8312597078745194112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8312597078745194112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine-i-shall-update-my-blog-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-6418362420452545463</id><published>2009-01-05T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:59:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa sibei sian lor you all. come here talk about maple. Zzzzzzz. Not gonna post anything on my life here or my family life here. LOL. wuliao! =) mayeb this blog should die. then forever cannot find le. =)new blog ftw! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-6418362420452545463?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6418362420452545463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=6418362420452545463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6418362420452545463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6418362420452545463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2009/01/wa-sibei-sian-lor-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-3155091176082045385</id><published>2009-01-02T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:59:36.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is crazy. i said no one tagged my tagboard. but no need to spam uhhh. plus. don use vulgarities on my blog pls pls pls. thanks! sians. 2 am in the morning. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-3155091176082045385?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3155091176082045385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=3155091176082045385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3155091176082045385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3155091176082045385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-726456294514795587</id><published>2009-01-01T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:15:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>Hellos PPL!!!! Happy friggin new year! for the first day of new year.. went to marina square (love that place) and like... had yukiyaki for 4HOURS omg. =) so nice luh. eat till crazy. then kept in touch with a few friends i havent been contacting for months.. and SIAN. tmr cannot go for soccer cuz going out at night. &gt;&lt; so yea. AND I WILL REPLY TAGS HERE. Hmmmm yes, its good you dont twit anymore, thats utterly disgusting, and its crazy that you go ard telling ppl about my blog...... =.= totally like.. =.= =.= =.= donno wad to say le lah. crazy. yea yea test all you want. =) no one really tags anyway. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-726456294514795587?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/726456294514795587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=726456294514795587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/726456294514795587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/726456294514795587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-7429136928466822463</id><published>2008-12-29T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:29:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. its 1+ am in the morning</title><content type='html'>Okayy. =.= this is crazy but im thanking god that at least passerby.E doesnt twit. *whew* anyway. dean dean dean. stop SMOKING your way through life, its gonna suck when ppl find out. I stopped long ago. Now im just waiting for you to hit rock bottom so you'll know how hard it is. Cause that road's just gonna lead you to a hole, which you'll fall into, and the society will just laugh at you. You hate your mum. Why? its a funny question, You think that this family has a grudge against you. But do we? We just care about you too much. Dad didnt ask for much. Just for you to pass your math, and he'll get you a phone. Did you pass? NO. Did he get you a phone? HELL YEA. In many ways, you're much more loved than i am. No one cared for me when i was having my psle. I had to study on my own. during sec 2,3,4 mum gave up on me, dad couldnt care less. i had to work on my own. If they gave me the kind of attention they gave you, i think i'd have done much better than that. this sucks. nevermind. your blog. many people know about it alr. if u wanna change blog.. i'll know about it, and i'll still tell people about it, so dont bother. its too easy to find out. you say i keep putting you down, but am i? NO. Im telling you the truth. THE truth. cold and hard. remember that people are watching. especially me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-7429136928466822463?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7429136928466822463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=7429136928466822463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/7429136928466822463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/7429136928466822463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-its-1-am-in-morning.html' title='Wow. its 1+ am in the morning'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-5586527683866892383</id><published>2008-12-28T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:25:03.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>OK! I still don't understand whyyyy. &gt;&lt; anyway.. Im getting stalked. omg. *shivers in fear* (why are you stalking me?) &gt;&lt; garrrrhhh. chalet on monday.a day to finally let off steam. =) Passerby e, since you know dean and me.. you should be someone we both know? this is crazy. but thanks for helping me fill up my tagboard!! =) gosh.. estee.. sounds familiar. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-5586527683866892383?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5586527683866892383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=5586527683866892383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5586527683866892383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5586527683866892383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-958872105162780233</id><published>2008-12-27T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:32:44.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahaha. as expected he's coming home today probably couldnt stay out or such. in any case, the sucker smokes, the whole family knows about it, and he doesnt know that the whole family knows. the whole family knows that i smoked too. but i quit alr. VERY LONG NEVER TOUCH LE K. so yea. stoooopid dean gonna get caught. =) toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-958872105162780233?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/958872105162780233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=958872105162780233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/958872105162780233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/958872105162780233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-6323609267096651583</id><published>2008-12-26T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:12:45.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waaaaa. Super long time no update le. like.. didnt bother i guess. anyway. my bro just ran away from home, uncontactable cuz i took his phone.. contacted with a few of his friends. not bothering to come home at all. =) my estimate is he'll be home by tonight. Oh wells. No one's worried. cuz definitely, he'll be in school, or we'll just find him at movie gala. Stoooopid. he just cant resist to be with his friends, or just to be away from his family. when will he realise that these friends will desert him, just like they have done to me. LOL. true friends.. in reality. hard to find. fair weathered friends are everywhere. Im a happy go lucky person, so.. everyone's my friend, but once they drop me as one, that friendship's gone forever. so im very happy to say that im gonna ignore quite a few ppl from now on. =D cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-6323609267096651583?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6323609267096651583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=6323609267096651583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6323609267096651583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6323609267096651583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/12/waaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-8299952411870207516</id><published>2008-11-04T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:44:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs!</title><content type='html'>Hellos all! Tell me im a genius! Im 2 steps closer to coming up with my own album! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 songs already! Like... i wrote and recorded 2 songs last night, both short songs.. But i think they're nice! So yeaaa... Ppl go listen k! the link is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/8I7ZNUO/music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps. list of songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Missing youu&lt;br /&gt;2: I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;3: All I could have been&lt;br /&gt;4: Be my Girl&lt;br /&gt;5: Death took you away&lt;br /&gt;6: Forever&lt;br /&gt;7: You told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! All in sequence as to when they came out! Hmmmm Missing you already has 600 views! Thanks all!! ^^ Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights! I gotta go! BYE!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-8299952411870207516?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8299952411870207516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=8299952411870207516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8299952411870207516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8299952411870207516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/11/songs.html' title='Songs!'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-4817491345696077288</id><published>2008-11-02T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:45:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>Okok i trust YOU!! Hmmmm thanks a lot for telling me the truth in the end~~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The closer you get to something, the tougher it is to see it.. I guess.. that's not entirely true? These few days have been torture! But i guess its over now! ^^ HAPPINESS ALL THE WAY! *prances around room* love love love~ oh wells. Life's great now. ^^ although i think im not going back to coach.. for awhile.. stay away from coaching yo! I need to find myself again. whyy do i have to put on a facade when im coaching? I dont understand. Is it because i wanna maintain an image? Or is it because of sth else that only close friends understand? THIS IS CRAP. ROAR. i let go of my defenses and they attack me?? Hahahhaha. Nah lah. This is crazy. Maybe it was meant as a joke and i took it too seriously? ^^ Oh wells. LOVE YOU PEOPLE! IM gonna get some sleep~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-4817491345696077288?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4817491345696077288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=4817491345696077288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4817491345696077288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4817491345696077288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/11/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-6175093297490934987</id><published>2008-11-01T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:52:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;/3</title><content type='html'>Another day or 3 weeks of pain for me. Why is it whenever you need people, they are never there for you, and the closer you are to something or someone, the harder you'll get hurt? Hmmm. the closer you get to something, the tougher it is to see it, and i'll never take it for granted, LETS GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-6175093297490934987?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6175093297490934987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=6175093297490934987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6175093297490934987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6175093297490934987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/11/3.html' title='&lt;/3'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-3822496356913039153</id><published>2008-10-31T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:01:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends friends, and more friends</title><content type='html'>HELLOS ALL AGAIN! This topic is friggin weird but i think ppl should know all about friends. Friends.... Some are true, some are not. Dang. pestered by some irritating girl. ROAR. anyway. ANYONE WANTS COON TAILS TO HAVE A SCENE LOOK??? Hahahhaa just click on the screamkitty banner at the site! its nice yo. ^^ The owner's nice too~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-3822496356913039153?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3822496356913039153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=3822496356913039153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3822496356913039153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3822496356913039153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-friends-and-more-friends.html' title='Friends friends, and more friends'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-7733137651462001735</id><published>2008-10-25T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:21:13.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams are driving me supercalifragelisticexpielidociously crazy. Lols. Nice dream.. turned into a nightmare. Dang. Anyways, I shant elaborate further. Drat. I superly wanna go THERE. &gt;&lt; But im going to korea end of this yr. &gt;&lt; anyone wants anything can just tell me on my tagboard! I'll do my best to find it! ^^ sobs. have to wait till next year then can go to Sabah. Shucks. &gt;&lt; *prances around room* later going to meet edwin, then going to pass him his stuff, then going to sian for 1 hr before going to do preview. Haii. Sian. Okok gtg bathe now, get ready, and go to Tanjong Pagar. !@#$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-7733137651462001735?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7733137651462001735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=7733137651462001735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/7733137651462001735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/7733137651462001735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-2395950067899088405</id><published>2008-10-17T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:20:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh! NC16</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://v.wordpress.com/YHg915HI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY FOR CHILDREN ABOVE 16. FAIIIL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-2395950067899088405?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2395950067899088405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=2395950067899088405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/2395950067899088405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/2395950067899088405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/10/laugh-nc16.html' title='laugh! NC16'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-8592987119676643868</id><published>2008-09-26T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:00:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Composed~~</title><content type='html'>Hellos. These few days i've been super free and with nothing better to do, i went to compose songs. ^^ these are the links for my songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/8I7ZNUO/music/X1GiA3FK/sean_miserably_me_missing_youuwma&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/8I7ZNUO/music/XEyZOirG/sean_ill_be_waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha WARNING! The second song is not as nice as the first. ^^ have fun and enjoy ^^ for those who are already on my blog, the song u are listening to now is the first song. saves you the hassle of going to imeem to load the song. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-8592987119676643868?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8592987119676643868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=8592987119676643868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8592987119676643868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8592987119676643868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/09/composed.html' title='Composed~~'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-5379895453544238348</id><published>2008-09-24T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:39:21.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO!!!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbU1MDuJNP8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbU1MDuJNP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a video i made myself!! my own song too~~~ have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-5379895453544238348?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5379895453544238348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=5379895453544238348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5379895453544238348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5379895453544238348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/09/video-d.html' title='VIDEO!!!! =D'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-919062442333012518</id><published>2008-09-20T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:27:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit. emo-ing?</title><content type='html'>Okok. Im sad. Donno whhy. &gt;&lt; Emo emo emo. read my friend's blog alr emo even more. Haiii. i think. I need a break. a break from everything on this earth. Cant promise anyone anything now la. I wanna cry.. Butbutbut. No tears to cry alr. -Because you loved me- is playing over and over again in my head now. And im thinking.. Yeaa.. because i loved you. Too much. Re read my previous posts.. emo. and now my hamsters are fighting again. Dammit. No pics today la. Emo-ing. FORGET IT. I DON WANNA POST ANYMORE TODAY! see ya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-919062442333012518?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/919062442333012518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=919062442333012518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/919062442333012518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/919062442333012518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/09/dammit-emo-ing.html' title='Dammit. emo-ing?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-5226560300076223772</id><published>2008-09-07T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:06:42.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days at ADAM KHOO LEARNING TECHNOLOGIES GROUP</title><content type='html'>Wheee~ I've been here for the past 9 days. Hahahaha. and guess where im posting this from?? Sigh.. Yes. from the music console behind while adam is giving is graduation speech hahaha. damn sien =)with Nicole now.. today is nicole's BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE!!!!! Whee!!!!! &lt;3 &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya i lazy to post le. =) Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-5226560300076223772?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5226560300076223772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=5226560300076223772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5226560300076223772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5226560300076223772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-days-at-adam-khoo-learning.html' title='9 days at ADAM KHOO LEARNING TECHNOLOGIES GROUP'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-9108017526130922196</id><published>2008-08-19T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:29:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqN-l12I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1tPTUaLZ1xk/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqN-l12I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1tPTUaLZ1xk/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251129752704866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqaIN1-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Sv0zRTb6qS0/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqaIN1-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Sv0zRTb6qS0/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251133014300642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqWUDIlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/djX0Z2xsDEo/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqWUDIlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/djX0Z2xsDEo/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251131990188626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok here are the pics!! &lt;br /&gt;Tags for the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;First pic: Anyone wants a miniature koala??? &lt;br /&gt;Second pic: Camera shhy~&lt;br /&gt;Third pic: Lookie lookie!! Im cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-9108017526130922196?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/9108017526130922196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=9108017526130922196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/9108017526130922196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/9108017526130922196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness!'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKrmqN-l12I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1tPTUaLZ1xk/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-5339271413494875760</id><published>2008-08-19T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:50:53.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written in the stars</title><content type='html'>Well.. I guess I've gotten a lot better since that fateful day, and this brings me to talk about the people i've coached with, both participants and coaches! Coaches.. Cant say much! =)) Really great people who want to inspire and change others. Like me. =x Hahaha! Participants.. Hahah great people too! For if it wasnt for them, there would be no coaches! JOKING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. I've been pondering on the phrase 'planting a seed' which came up a lot of times during coach training, and i feel i've learnt alot from it. Today, during stats exam, i was daydreaming about planting seeds. And I visualised us coaches planting a singular, round seed into each participant. And tho they might not realise it now, the seed would spring into growth a few years later to become a sapling. This sapling will continue to grow over the years and grow into a tree. The tree would then spring into bloom, giving the world all the color it needs. With this color, people who are like me would just release themselves into the color and wonderful smells and released their own colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see a world like that. I want to see a happy world, i want to break free from my emotions! I wanna help others break free from their bad emotions. Like how im going to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feelings of choice.. Its written in the stars.. I love my job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-5339271413494875760?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5339271413494875760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=5339271413494875760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5339271413494875760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5339271413494875760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/written-in-stars.html' title='Written in the stars'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-449872655876478388</id><published>2008-08-18T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:25:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories. Good? Or bad?</title><content type='html'>Rawr. Went for coach training today. Was praying that we didnt have to use training room 1. But damn! Preview was like in TR3, and we shifted to TR1. I was right. The fear I've been dreading, the fear I've been thinking of, the fear that I've feared would affect me, did affect me. And badly. I remember taking my bag, shifting to TR1, and i pushed open the glass door. First thing i see is the front door of TR1 open. Thats when the memories flashed back, instantly, and i think about all that has happened, and im thinking.. What the hell happened to me? What the hell is happening? Im losing control? Anyway, I vaguely remember that i stood at the door of TR2 for a few moments, just staring into blank space. Vividly remembering that day, that night, that moment when i was so stupid to look back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was i so stupid. Why why why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-449872655876478388?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/449872655876478388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=449872655876478388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/449872655876478388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/449872655876478388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories-good-or-bad.html' title='Memories. Good? Or bad?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-536724556843344872</id><published>2008-08-16T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:41:35.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not replying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKbmkL8bnII/AAAAAAAAAKI/nfYJ0Uy3l7U/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKbmkL8bnII/AAAAAAAAAKI/nfYJ0Uy3l7U/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235125126220717186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd post! Its like.. Im sooo not gonna reply you, I feel betrayed. Feelings played, Toying ard now? U dont understand me, You dont understand my feelings! Tactless behaviour leading to nowhere, and then there'll be a huge huge misunderstanding, and the thing is, I'll walk away. Walk away from the fight. Walk away from the disaster about to happen. Walk away from everything I've ever laid hopes on. Just.. Walk away. Anyway, for HAMSTER LOVERS!!!! This is a pic of my autistic hamster. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-536724556843344872?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/536724556843344872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=536724556843344872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/536724556843344872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/536724556843344872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-replying.html' title='Not replying.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKbmkL8bnII/AAAAAAAAAKI/nfYJ0Uy3l7U/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-6816704587617431247</id><published>2008-08-16T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:52:31.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling is back</title><content type='html'>Ok.. The feeling is back.. It friggin hurts. I regret so much, what I've done in the past.. I think im gonna block quite a few people on my list of friends. I donno whyy, but i just feel like it. Actually thats just bullshit. Behind every action, there's a positive intention? Yea i agree. For me, behind every action, there is a reason. A reason in which i know. A reason in which the true meaning is private. A reason, just to have a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that, i feel used. No one understands me. I dont want that. I want to be understood. I want to feel loved too. Is this jealousy? Mebbe. But is she sending the totally wrong signals too? Hell yea. Edwin didnt bring the hamsters today, he's bringing the family over tmr. Im actually bored in coach training can you believe it. Really, this is shit. I dont like it, and i dont want it anymore. I just want to coach. For the pure love of it. For the passion of coaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coaching, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-6816704587617431247?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6816704587617431247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=6816704587617431247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6816704587617431247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6816704587617431247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-is-back.html' title='Feeling is back'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-2238921005271305641</id><published>2008-08-15T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:15:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquiries?</title><content type='html'>For those with enquires about the hamster.. Can ask me online! My email is miserable-me@hotmail.com! And.... I got 3 breeds.. Ask me more! Got package too! Can also ask me more! Hahaha! okok i going to study le! tml got exam! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-2238921005271305641?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2238921005271305641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=2238921005271305641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/2238921005271305641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/2238921005271305641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/enquiries.html' title='Enquiries?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-6643804951713323661</id><published>2008-08-15T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:58:35.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamsters are my life!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKU28oSVurI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SLEjPjaenHc/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKU28oSVurI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SLEjPjaenHc/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234650557122460338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKU28x4Y32I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BQ-U7aXouKI/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKU28x4Y32I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BQ-U7aXouKI/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234650559697968994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who wanna see more hamsters!!! Wheeee.. Cute cute cute cute cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-6643804951713323661?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6643804951713323661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=6643804951713323661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6643804951713323661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6643804951713323661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/hamsters-are-my-life.html' title='Hamsters are my life!!!!'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKU28oSVurI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SLEjPjaenHc/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-4925471885052501346</id><published>2008-08-14T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:11:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamsters Galore!!! ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZedMShI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bofDwSkkvD8/s1600-h/CIMG0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZedMShI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bofDwSkkvD8/s320/CIMG0664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234344288955681298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZS0uCcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/09q1oFIrjdw/s1600-h/CIMG0665+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZS0uCcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/09q1oFIrjdw/s320/CIMG0665+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234344285833136578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZ-nsQbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_s-e5etsGGQ/s1600-h/CIMG0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZ-nsQbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_s-e5etsGGQ/s320/CIMG0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234344297589653938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQfAHTrM4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iqDW3h9PF2s/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQfAHTrM4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iqDW3h9PF2s/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234342753733391234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQfAWQmJ8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kgFQmBnouKE/s1600-h/DSC01908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQfAWQmJ8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kgFQmBnouKE/s320/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234342757747009474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQfAkjIGSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vQOgBzeNUvo/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQfAkjIGSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vQOgBzeNUvo/s320/DSC01910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234342761582827810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... Edwin's dog is driving him maddd! Hahahaha it knocked over all the hamsters.. 2 died and 1 missing. Darn. Anyway, i hope the mum and few babies are comingg OVERRRR!!! Gosh they look soooo cute luh! Wait wait i go take picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaaha omg omg. darn cute right!!!! xD hmmmm still got somemore pictures of me and this crazy girl called elsie!! Haha! We were like.. cam whoring a while back in tampines pri. Hahahhahaa.. ok... Tml is MIEC exam!! Everyone JY! I can proudly declare that i have studied! For once in my whole life in poly. xD okok im gonna go study somemore so i actually will understand! Goodluck everyone! I love my hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the cuties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-4925471885052501346?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4925471885052501346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=4925471885052501346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4925471885052501346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4925471885052501346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/hamsters-galore.html' title='Hamsters Galore!!! ~~'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/SKQgZedMShI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bofDwSkkvD8/s72-c/CIMG0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-3648381132426300542</id><published>2008-08-14T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:55:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... What is it?</title><content type='html'>Was just looking at rosy's blog, Gosh. i love her inspirational stories and they are really touching. There's something about the way she says it, that actually makes me feel like crying. Also.. I found some stuff on her blog, worth mentioning. And it makes me feel how shitty i've been, at the same time knowing that i've made the right decision and have no right to complain, regardless. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 11: Love can be a double-edged sword; it can hurt you with both ends. Be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 12: Love cannot be put on a weighing scale. If you are looking for balance, don’t touch it.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 13: Love has its valley of ups and downs. Be ready to ride the downs with pride.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 14: Love can make you into a better person only if you know who you are in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 15: When you are choosing who you want to fall in love with, keep in mind that others are doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 16: Appreciate what you can do for love. It is wise to know what to give and to get.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 17: Love is not an object. It cannot be possessed. Give others the freedom to choose love.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 18: Love is a game with no rules. If you want to play it well, be sure you know how to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 19: Love is a feeling that may change with time. Give others the right to change their minds.&lt;br /&gt;Rule no 20: The timing of breaking off is a personal choice. Be gracious to accept it when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Rule: Love can give you both Joy and Pleasure. But it cannot guarantee you no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think rule number 17 hit me straight in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Edwin's 17 now! Happy birthday u shiigaamela! Next is nicole's birthday! Hahahhaa. For Ed's birthday, I went down to meet Kristal at NHPS, Met alot of our p6 teachers, and then watched the love guru on my com. Then got chased out near the ending, went to harbourfront macdonald's to finish the movie on my com, then waited till 3:45, then went down to city hall with one small, cute hamster in my bag. For sale de ma. Then it jumped outta my hands onto the bus floor! Wa i got shocked lo! Super like jumped after it. Caught it lahh. Sooo paiseh. And i got to end this post in 5 minutes. Irritating mum. Anwyay, met edwin with kris, nicole and stacie, then went to play arcade. Stacie didnt follow us cuz she no money. Then, we went to suki sushi, but they got no more buffet le, So we went to sakura instead. Hahahaha buffet like mad. I had what, 6 bowls of chawanmushi while edwin had 7. Then we went high, eat like mad. Nicole super waste money!! Ok la... Maybe her stomach small ba.. cant blame her.. Hahahaha. Anyway, we went down to AK after that to talk to Rossana, had such a fun time. Now came home le still got to see dad and mum's face kns. I wanna kill them all. My 5 min now got 1 min left le. so i think i better go! Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-3648381132426300542?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3648381132426300542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=3648381132426300542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3648381132426300542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3648381132426300542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-what-is-it.html' title='Love... What is it?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-5254950173584278049</id><published>2008-08-08T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:42:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories: to be treasured, or thrown?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. Tired. Wasted a wholeeee day today. Just going out and playing. &gt;&lt; gonna watch Harold and Kumar again later. Cuz my brother REQUESTED. Would rather chat online luh. AND NATALIE!!!!! Come my blog don tag! Rawr. Anyway, Im feeling rather down now. Still thinking about yesterday. the memories came back. Should i throw those memories, or should i keep them? Its a wonder i can even recall them when i swore to forget everything. &gt;&lt; I wanna forget. Forgetting is better than remembering. And it helps my brain to start anew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the stupid emo parts now! Hahahahahaha. Hmmmmm. Friends friends. Making up the most of my life now. I swear I've been watching too many movies by the way. Like Love Guru, Never Back Down, DoA, Harold and Kumar escape from guantanamo bay, I not stupid, I not stupid 2, Ah long pte ltd.. Too many! Oh yar! Naruto i think new episode le! xD YAY! Okok i go watch harold and kumar again le. Bye~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-5254950173584278049?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5254950173584278049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=5254950173584278049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5254950173584278049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/5254950173584278049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories-to-be-treasured-or-thrown.html' title='Memories: to be treasured, or thrown?'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-9128077744378586225</id><published>2008-08-07T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:53:00.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray to Friends Forever!</title><content type='html'>Friends Forever! My my.. Its sad that the whole class, may not be the whole class again, and that we probably would have many other friends and forget about the original batch. Ohh wells. Hmmmm EVERYONE BRING LAPPY ON MIEC FINAL EXAM then we all choose timetable together k? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm talking about friends. These few days, i"ve been making quite a fair bit of friends. Esp. online friends. Well.. These online friends have been making me quite happy just by talking to me. I feel... Less lonely now, that I know I have these friends around me, who'll play with me, share my joy, and I theirs. Saves me from the pain too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw a girl in school who looked about the same as u while i was talking to TWINIE on the phone. Movements, facial feature, exactly the same. Oh wells. I guess.. I cant feel anything anymore. I'll just wait for the right girl to give the 'kiss of life' to my heart again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I didn't want this to happen,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;And when the pain sharpens,&lt;br /&gt;There's no one to save me,&lt;br /&gt;and I delve deeper and deeper into&lt;br /&gt;depression &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-9128077744378586225?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/9128077744378586225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=9128077744378586225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/9128077744378586225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/9128077744378586225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurray-to-friends-forever.html' title='Hurray to Friends Forever!'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-4180871652746971287</id><published>2008-07-31T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:57:52.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mwahahahaha</title><content type='html'>U might be wondering why my title is like that now. Hahahaha. U see. I went out with this girl.. Last night. Hahaha she cute cute jumpy jumpy de. And quite pretty too. Mannnn. Hahahaha. She kept asking me to play para para! I CANT PLAY!!!!! &gt;&lt; I go learn first k. Hahahhaa, maybe.... End of the yr ba! Hahahah Yayness! I'm getting my GREEN colored contact lenses soon! =) YES!!!!! Love it. Thanks again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty! Hahaha! Dont worry luh u. Yur pretty luh. I bet that when u put make up, you'll be even prettier! xD I think im gonna end off here for now. hahaha. Too many things to rush cuz all not done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-4180871652746971287?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4180871652746971287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=4180871652746971287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4180871652746971287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4180871652746971287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/chio-chio-er-chio-est.html' title='mwahahahaha'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-6911868383601654402</id><published>2008-07-29T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:19:42.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting a feeling</title><content type='html'>Im getting this stupid feeling that im being used. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Used&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can u believe it. And the feeling just wont go away. Is it because you all think im soooooooo reliable that all the friggin work shud come to me? Or is it just that im soooooooooo friggin good at doing powerpoints? Im still working on my BCOMM luh. I need my powerpoints for BCOMM too. Stressed. Stress = More PIMPLES = mother scold. Kns. I wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually understood wad mr pon said ytd! About exam paper and stuff. and most of it is actually logic luh. So i guess.. I need to brush up on my theory or else i'll FAIL. and guess what! MIEC's the friggin first paper. Damn. Presentation's tml. for BCOMM sheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do. So little time. And im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-6911868383601654402?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6911868383601654402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=6911868383601654402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6911868383601654402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/6911868383601654402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-getting-feeling.html' title='I&apos;m getting a feeling'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-8696344440008891955</id><published>2008-07-28T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:53:13.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy~</title><content type='html'>Ok. Im happy officially for today! Learnt to play 2 songs over the weekend. On the guitar. Sorry guys. But both are chinese songs. Dui mian de nu hai kan guo lai is one. And Qing Tian is another. I must say. Qing Tian the intro tabs are CRAZY. And i havent learnt hammering yet. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Going to learn now. On Yahoo.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-8696344440008891955?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8696344440008891955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=8696344440008891955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8696344440008891955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8696344440008891955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy.html' title='Happy~'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-3765706853676632041</id><published>2008-07-27T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:29:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>Im feeling guilty. Friendship lost on thurs now im going out on wed with another girl?! Hell its only been a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-3765706853676632041?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3765706853676632041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=3765706853676632041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3765706853676632041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/3765706853676632041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-4779313367265179601</id><published>2008-07-21T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:32:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm lonely, I'm tired, I'm missing u again...</title><content type='html'>Okok I admit. I miss you. I can't forget about you, I don't think I ever will. Its a little hard when i know I'm meeting you on thursday and that the whole atmosphere.. Will be different. I guess I'm just thinking too much, waiting for the whole world to change. Like the lyrics of the song 'Dear God', Im lonely, and I'm tired, Im missing you again~~ Oh shit. This feeling in my heart is unbearable and i don't think i can live with it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for all who come and for all who wish to know what are the dates of coach training, well, it's tentatively 16th and 17th of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been crazy for me, Im downloading a new game when there's work to be done and a presentation tml. Damn. Gotta go. Need to do MIEC/BCOMM with Ryan now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-4779313367265179601?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4779313367265179601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=4779313367265179601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4779313367265179601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4779313367265179601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-im-lonely-im-tired-im-missing-u.html' title='And I&apos;m lonely, I&apos;m tired, I&apos;m missing u again...'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-2593088732629104040</id><published>2008-07-20T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:53:00.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of R-E-A-L-I-T-Y</title><content type='html'>Been a very long and interesting night, full of emotions, full of craziness. I spent most of the night well.. Playing guitar. Learning songs like tears in heaven, My love - westlife, The Rose - westlife, I lay my love on you - westlife. Donno luh. Westlife just seems so nice to play on guitar. Back to reality check. I still don wanna believe that she msged me that. I don't want to. But i know its real. Ohh wells. Moving on. Gonna be a long day of studying yet again, don't think im staying up tonight, but i'll definitely blog about what happened during the day! Tml got BCOMM make up test. Still got to produce letter.. Going to force myself to study cause i really got no mood to study. Can't wait for school, because of classmates there. Gosh, every single day i go to school, they will definitely make me laugh. Definitely. HURRAY to classmates! We should really consider getting that class windbreaker. Ok. Now i got to go off to my uncle's place for a lunch gathering of some sort. I don feel like going. Cuz i know i reach only no more food le. Or all the food i eat will have been eaten up. So i'm gonna call my dad now tell him i changed my mind. Gives me more time to study too. But. Thinking about it. I think i should put a HUGE workload on myself so i won't think about what has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll recover faster that way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-2593088732629104040?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2593088732629104040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=2593088732629104040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/2593088732629104040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/2593088732629104040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/state-of-r-e-l-i-t-y.html' title='State of R-E-A-L-I-T-Y'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-4656736574473028233</id><published>2008-07-20T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:20:47.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart is Heavy, and im Sad</title><content type='html'>Its like 2.18 in the morning now.. Com running out of batt, lazy to charge, and im still playing the guitar. My love by westlife is a nice song to play and sing. Kept thinking about your msg.. It tore me apart, worse than death, but still living. Im living in an empty shell now. listening to songs don't help and nothing will. (this entire convo will be retarded. Guess im going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i became a souless shell. Monday.. Test. Not looking forward to it, project too. Putting on a facade again? I think so. I think I'll need to do that. &lt;br /&gt;I think I feel like dying. I think.......... I'll never go back to my old bubbly self again. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projectwork is stressing me out. &lt;br /&gt;ITB website: Half done. &lt;br /&gt;MIEC &amp; BCOMM short report: Not done &lt;br /&gt;BCOMM presentation: Not rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;OBSE's perception: Weird work&lt;br /&gt;STAT's retest: Haven't started studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now i donno how to face you. I need to get over you soon. If not, going into exams with this kinda state is not useful. And i don wanna retake any modules. I have to pass all no matter what. I have to. Damn i need to cry but i won't. I can't. I will never. Unleash the studying monster in me and Kill the rest. Goodnight all. Im going to sleep with a heavy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-4656736574473028233?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4656736574473028233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=4656736574473028233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4656736574473028233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/4656736574473028233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-is-heavy-and-im-sad.html' title='Heart is Heavy, and im Sad'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8627464248273935725.post-8578017090647650581</id><published>2008-07-19T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:24:37.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bloggg (:</title><content type='html'>Heyys all! This is my new blog.. Finally. After weeks and weeks of saying i wanna change my blog. FINALLY! Woohoo! Anyway, I'm learning to stay up all night just to do work now! Its quite fun to stay up luh. Cuz its just soo quiet, and you know that no one will disturb you cuz its just so darn late? Hahaha. And i feel i do work much much better when im super duper tired. I have no idea why. Maybe its just a compulsion to think that 'if i finish this fast, i'll get to sleep?' Anyway. that's not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling physically happy, emotional and psychologically sad. The thing i've been expecting to happen.... Well..... happened earlier than i thought. Instead of one and a half years.. It happened in lets see. 4 months? Haha this is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad i got my friends around me to help me out.. Andd... Its ok. Lets just be friends then. You'll be happier like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8627464248273935725-8578017090647650581?l=se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/feeds/8578017090647650581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8627464248273935725&amp;postID=8578017090647650581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8578017090647650581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8627464248273935725/posts/default/8578017090647650581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://se-piecesofmylife-an.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-bloggg.html' title='New bloggg (:'/><author><name>&amp;amp;iloveher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGOtfCf9ahY/So65wblt_DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d9WM6l_kmEA/S220/Picture+0007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
