<?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-13106120</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:26:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUAHAHA ITS LOCKED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>evildeeds</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>366</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3402084009358837298</id><published>2010-12-22T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:41:43.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zzz twisting my words wont make you any better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and trying to bitch about me to my friend aint gonna help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go, pull up your socks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3402084009358837298?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3402084009358837298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3402084009358837298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3402084009358837298' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5342710961359624022</id><published>2010-11-21T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:33:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was reading &lt;a href="http://speciallyi.tumblr.com/post/1629022918/sometimes-i-allow-myself-to-revisit-the-past-me#notes"&gt;tzuhsiang's tumblr&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://speciallyi.tumblr.com/post/1628406717/cocoon#notes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was thinking about how I've missed and lost this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea the freaking A levels. I procrastinate. I'm suppose to be studying Econs now, but somethings are much more important? To me that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think As show the many side of people. And yea I became tougher, surely. And a lil bit more disciplined. Its kinda to read through my archives too. Emo posts everywhere. (haha i remember quoting /th's emo poem) I was an unhappy teen. Not satisfied with this and that. And because of my huge ego, I wouldn't let certain things past and this has haunted me until now. Yes my ego is damn freaking big. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I get upset, when I get criticised. Surely, who likes being criticised? I like to joke and laugh at people. I know this is evil. But this is me. I do get comforted when people know that I'm really joking and I know my limits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like what /th mentioned friendship and proximity, like I always tell yixin, 'it's an eventually thing!' feeling kinda dejavu cos in the afternoon I was slacking around and lazing around and thinking about how things have changed. What used to be is no longer there. I'm glad for the people who stay by me all this while, and those who haven't left. And I was thinking about singing K (and I thought about /th lol) my regular K buddy :D and I was wondering, woah, next year everyone would probably at different parts of the world, making new friends. Maybe replacing some. I would definitely miss many people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the point, A levels has took up hell load of my time. I would have used it to slack/watch tv/go tumblring/ or simply spending more time with a friend. It sucks when you're feeling like shit but your friends (and yourself) have a paper the next day. So, I gotta deal with it alone. And this, made me stronger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've probably deal with most of my problems alone. I mean your friends cant help you in every way. Probably people find me mysterious, antisocial, hard to associate with. I tried to change, to become more friendly. But I found myself really fake. So here I am. I'm just posting whatever that comes to my mind so I doubt this post has any logical meaning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have volunteered at YOG if not for A levels. And would have done much much more. I have a least of things to do. Vain things and maybe meaningful things that I hope I can accomplished. Because if I don't do it now, then when? After I leave university? (that's if I can get in one -.-) I'll probably be job hunting. And I find it really sad that the only time to enjoy life next is retirement?! When you're old and feeble, sickly. And all you hope is just for more time, to spend with your loved ones. And hopefully, you leave this world with no regrets. I remembered I posted something about life should begin backwards as quoted from some guy. But afterall this is espoused ideals. Should we? Should we not? We should. But are we doing anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah this post isn't going nowhere. And if I could have any quote,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live with no regrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5342710961359624022?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5342710961359624022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5342710961359624022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5342710961359624022' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3551141574042848507</id><published>2010-10-08T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:05:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/features/professional-laboratory-and-research-services.aspx"&gt;http://www.peta.org/features/professional-laboratory-and-research-services.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 words:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3551141574042848507?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3551141574042848507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3551141574042848507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3551141574042848507' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3069271784641069417</id><published>2010-08-31T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:45:52.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just shut up &amp;amp; listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3069271784641069417?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3069271784641069417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3069271784641069417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3069271784641069417' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8859074920712472724</id><published>2010-04-18T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:16:05.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I guess its true, we don't sound like ourselves on blogs/ljs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so who's the real 'I'? The one who thinks a lot online? Or the average one you see in school? I think I haven't matured. Well it's obvious. Everyone's moving on, moving ahead, but I still dwell on the past and the impossibles. All these period of whining online, just shows the childish side of me. It's time be more mature, and take things in my stride. Take nothing for granted, don't rely on anyone so much because one day they leave cos I probably cant cope. It's true. But it's hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No man's and island. But nature's been somehow building it for me. I always wondered, why, why so different? We're all the same in Sec One. Well, it's in the heart I suppose. I haven't been opening up much anyway. How do I expect others to do so? The T word takes years to build but mere seconds to break. It isn't broken cos it wasn't there in the first place. I don't know when I started to live in my own world of codes and numbers, just so that no one would understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physics Spa, Econs Test, Math Test. Birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to none.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8859074920712472724?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8859074920712472724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8859074920712472724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8859074920712472724' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3850617798463041226</id><published>2010-04-15T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:06:41.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There were 3 dreams, but I dont remember them anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was one about people practising _____ at my aunt's multistorey carpark. Then there was O.O at the left. :D cant elaborate further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but how do I stop, if such things continue? One part of me says no but I know deep down inside, there is this little wish, for hope. for miracle. for one. But I have no reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH. this is so hard. THIS IS MY A LEVEL YEAR. I SHOULD BE FOCUSING. It's occupying a little space, but i still gotta remove it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;123456. and too much coincidences. phone numbers, what awesome example, slamming right in your face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is hard. I think it has grown some roots. Santa, would you bring me your friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3850617798463041226?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3850617798463041226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3850617798463041226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3850617798463041226' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-505017777146053972</id><published>2010-03-18T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:19:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why does everyone disappear after the 'in' thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-505017777146053972?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/505017777146053972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/505017777146053972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#505017777146053972' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-9478977391540637</id><published>2010-03-07T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:10:24.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kynhijoMce1qzbytyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 380px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kynhijoMce1qzbytyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-9478977391540637?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/9478977391540637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/9478977391540637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#9478977391540637' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5029827950662474831</id><published>2010-03-07T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:02:11.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my 400th post, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not about rants or complaints or bitchings or what not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's about life. and i got it form /th's tumblr. i sososo agree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and you finish off as an orgasm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin (via quote-book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5029827950662474831?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5029827950662474831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5029827950662474831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5029827950662474831' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5127538384034723064</id><published>2010-02-19T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:47:23.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i wished someone was online so that i can talk to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then again i have no one in mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and even if anyone was online i probably wont initiate a conversation anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'll probably be sounding tired and sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wish you were here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5127538384034723064?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5127538384034723064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5127538384034723064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5127538384034723064' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4104125461434978544</id><published>2010-02-19T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:40:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a hundred and one questions in my head: who what where when why how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea just alot of questions. and another set of questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where do i stand? do you still regard me as a friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i care. cos i do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but all the worries for the whole day was unnecessary. you seemed fine just like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope you dont misunderstand me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because, it means we are left with nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perhaps 6 more sessions. and all will be gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;many many many many many questions. but i only need one truthful answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4104125461434978544?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4104125461434978544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4104125461434978544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4104125461434978544' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5575646884354923084</id><published>2010-02-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:54:04.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;but old friends are there to cheer me up :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5575646884354923084?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5575646884354923084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5575646884354923084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5575646884354923084' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8629257251640034056</id><published>2010-02-12T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:35:33.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I poured my heart out to you, and this was what you gave me back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so what do you treat me as?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy friendship day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8629257251640034056?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8629257251640034056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8629257251640034056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8629257251640034056' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3546689808335292765</id><published>2010-01-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:12:10.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OMG OMG OMG IM SO PISSED OFF MY HEAD IS BURNING MY EYES ARE TEARING I FEEL LIKE SWEARING AND TEARING THIS WOMAN INTO A MILLION PIECES AND CHOP HER UP INTO MINCE MEAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO RIGHT I SAW THIS VIDEO FROM MY FB FRIEND TITLED 'SOMEONE SHOULD KILL THIS BITCH' SO IT BEGAN WITH THIS GROSS BITCH HUGGING AND CAT AND POSING FOR A FEW SECONDS. OH DID I MENTION ITS KITTEN?! SHE THEN LAID IT ON THE FLOOR AND STEPPED ON IT. AND DID I MENTION AGAIN SHE WAS WEARING HEELS. LIKE YOU KNOW STILETTOS? WTF WTF SHE STEPPED THE POOR KITTEN AT THE STOMACH THEN THE TAIL. AND YOU COULD HEAR THE POOR KITTEN WAILING, APPARENTLY TOO WEAK TO MOVE. SHE PUT ONE HEEL INTO THE KITTEN MOUTH AND USED THE OTHER TO STEP THE KITTEN'S EYE. MY MUM STOPPED ME FROM WATCHING FURTHER COS I'LL GO CRAZY. OMGOMG IM SO PISSED AND DISGUSTED I FEEL LIKE TEARING THE BITCH INTO PIECES WTF. AH I WANNA STAB HER EYEBALL AND FLATTEN HER FACE. I'LL JUMP ON HER STOMACH AND RIP OFF HER NOSE. I CHOP OFF HER EAR AND SEW THEM TO THE BALLESS EYE SOCKET. OMG I HOPE SHE GOT INTO CAR ACCIDENT AND BODY PARTS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. I WISH HER HEAD WAS GONE AND I HATE HER. AH FUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;END OF RANTING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHHHH D;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3546689808335292765?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3546689808335292765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3546689808335292765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3546689808335292765' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-9181408208866114969</id><published>2010-01-05T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:19:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm having moodswing lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;current mood? happy and angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be clearer, super happy and super angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalalala 's been long for good old times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and gross for fat old shitz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;swirl you. fat old shitz with a huge lump of fats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-9181408208866114969?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/9181408208866114969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/9181408208866114969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#9181408208866114969' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1331098897874291996</id><published>2010-01-01T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:55:47.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Feeling so cranky on the first day of the decade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just feeling a little empty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lj-hopping around made life worse cos i realise what was the real reason behind those talks. like im so bored talk to me. my life sucks cheer me up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;didnt have time to sum up 2009, not that i dont have the time, but i dont have the habit. probably just a few new year resolutions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pay attention in class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stop procrastinating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stop daydreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hell yeah. im not asking for so much anymore. like come on grow up. im eighteen. im capable of handling better stuff i hope? though i dont know what lies ahead other than everything alevel related. whats after i have no idea. so gonna do what i really want? and just so that i wont regret in the time to come. perhaps look forward to the trip after a levels! thats if i am allowed to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;night brings time for such reflection, moments of thought. somehow i feel that what people experienced are applicable to me too. well is that what everyone is going through? or is it just me. nuff said. im not gonna go easy everytime cos im losing myself. losing what was so important is no longer important. because, its not mutual. i believe we all want time to stop, to rewind but it doesnt stop for no one. so quit whining and move on. and do all you can to get what you really want. but on a side note, whats not yours, would never be yours no matter how hard you try. but at least you tried? live life to the fullest, do your best. and who's true who's not. nobody knows. its just a matter of spring or autumn. 12 months and all's gone and everyone's on their way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its the last year, last stretch. but i havent really achieved anything. its quite sad to think of that but i've got no choice. its just, me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea cranky days like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with an unsettled mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1331098897874291996?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1331098897874291996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1331098897874291996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1331098897874291996' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4966588576393646697</id><published>2009-12-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:06:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLO ANYONE HERE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IF YOU SEE THIS CAN YOU BUY ME A BAND HERO FOR CHRISTMAS? I'LL BE NICE AND DO ALL MY HOMEWORK AT ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES, SUCH A STRONG MOTIVATION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OKAY MAYBE NOT FOR CHRISTMAS. A BIRTHDAY PRESENT WOULD BE FINE! MEANWHILE I WILL SAVE UP FOR THE DS VERSION OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT ITS LIKE 70 BUCKS. IM GOING FOR 6 DAYS OF &lt;s&gt; HARD LABOUR &lt;/s&gt; ATTACHMENT NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THEN I'LL GET 60 BUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AT THIS POINT OF TIME I HOPE MY SIS FIND'S MY BLOG ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4966588576393646697?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4966588576393646697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4966588576393646697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4966588576393646697' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3738740958655032723</id><published>2009-12-03T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:06:52.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my heart sank like the titanic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'was just a pm, why am i so affected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wish th was back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its been like months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3738740958655032723?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3738740958655032723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3738740958655032723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3738740958655032723' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5340077356725588210</id><published>2009-11-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:04:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this holiday could have been better spent'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all play and no work. slacking like mad. be it school work or real work. not serious enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wall's been flooded with friends who went north vietnam. for god-knows-what reason i regretted not going.&lt;br /&gt;not really god-knows-what reason, i know myself best. excuses and what not. but regretting is useless. just feeling kinda like. damn it i should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret is not the way. i should stop procrastinating. yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, just for now. i think i have a goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like after alevels i wanna do something like that. if not, whats the point of living?&lt;br /&gt;life gets meaningless. oh no what am i typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be reminded of how short life is. and if 2012 is true. im really wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard about this 102 year old man who donated like 5.6billion his whole life zomgz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; dont wanna regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5340077356725588210?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5340077356725588210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5340077356725588210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5340077356725588210' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7874704116154097608</id><published>2009-11-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:59:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7874704116154097608?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7874704116154097608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7874704116154097608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7874704116154097608' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4839534731107253690</id><published>2009-11-07T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:25.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i was soooo bored. so started bloghopping and went bolong's blog. its been long since i went his blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i chanced upon this post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans… She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ’ Tell me what you see’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Carrots, eggs, and coffee,’ she replied…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.. the mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, ‘What does it mean, mother?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.The ground coffee beans were unique, how ever. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Which are you?’ she asked her daughter. ‘When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess i'm a mixture of all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact maybe everyone is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a little carrot, but i'm the egg. Sometimes I end up being the coffee bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds like i have multiple personalities isnt it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feeeeeeel like a carrot now. goddamnstupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there's no one i can pour toooo zomg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4839534731107253690?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4839534731107253690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4839534731107253690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4839534731107253690' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2873694352296688509</id><published>2009-11-06T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:23:48.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;did the sun rise from the west today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope, its a favour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2873694352296688509?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2873694352296688509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2873694352296688509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2873694352296688509' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1409017556808365744</id><published>2009-11-04T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:47:01.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;at the end of the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wasnt overreacting afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and as usual, it has always been this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time doesnt matter, does it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'shocking, isnt it?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what can i do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1409017556808365744?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1409017556808365744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1409017556808365744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1409017556808365744' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2196356419375217952</id><published>2009-10-25T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:51:24.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SuP1VA6Sq4I/AAAAAAAABRQ/B9qE2wW7Wak/s1600-h/tumblr_ks09p7vq5l1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SuP1VA6Sq4I/AAAAAAAABRQ/B9qE2wW7Wak/s400/tumblr_ks09p7vq5l1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396426519890537346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2196356419375217952?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2196356419375217952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2196356419375217952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2196356419375217952' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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/_nr14BtaRwbo/SuP1VA6Sq4I/AAAAAAAABRQ/B9qE2wW7Wak/s72-c/tumblr_ks09p7vq5l1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-9150445424037085575</id><published>2009-10-23T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:28:23.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i have this urge to like invest (&lt;20)&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know im not a lit person/ i dont read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i only read mangas LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;should i borrow or should i buy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-9150445424037085575?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/9150445424037085575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/9150445424037085575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#9150445424037085575' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8545060443166272631</id><published>2009-10-22T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:52:19.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i want go out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;buy a cheap pair of sunnies just for the sake of it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;new shoes maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more tops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more bottoms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;earrings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bags&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shit im feeling terrible again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont think im asking for too much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8545060443166272631?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8545060443166272631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8545060443166272631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8545060443166272631' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4782516662876808290</id><published>2009-10-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:14:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grinning from ear to ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im seriously overreacting okay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i hope its true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it lasts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yaye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i must been thinking too much seriously =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4782516662876808290?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4782516662876808290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4782516662876808290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4782516662876808290' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7256580515680234577</id><published>2009-10-17T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:53:46.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/Stnoe4ehnmI/AAAAAAAABRI/QC0duHQkWXY/s1600-h/000182f0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/Stnoe4ehnmI/AAAAAAAABRI/QC0duHQkWXY/s400/000182f0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393597646007017058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7256580515680234577?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7256580515680234577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7256580515680234577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7256580515680234577' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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/_nr14BtaRwbo/Stnoe4ehnmI/AAAAAAAABRI/QC0duHQkWXY/s72-c/000182f0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4189630841690547468</id><published>2009-10-17T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:57:29.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;'be nice.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;felt so inspired after watching the hk drama just now. the lines seem to make sense somehow, but aiyah ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway yesterday was fun with foosball. like the first thing we attacked when we reach xunlin's house. thanks for the invite! the walk there was torturous! its so faaaaaar. and i dont think i know how to walk there again. thank goodness there were leesimin and th on the way back if not i'll probably get lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway why torturous? IT WAS FREAKING HOT! with the sun scorching our heads, sweating like mad, singing korean songs, and laughing at candice (as usual) and then candice went like' i like the song because im stupid' and xunlin made her repeat several times, each time louder than the previous and she did follow lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we felt like we came from the the village, from xiangxia lol wow-ing at every single apartment. some are like freaking luxurious and there were 3 that were connected?! say BOOMZ! lol ops. then there was dubai-like house o.o and there's this damn cool one opposite her house, the exterior design is damn cool, like playing with our visuals lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we went in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another round of wows and omg, felt like gujunpyo's house hahah. hey i wasnt the only one who say that lol. check out dining room with doors all closed and you'll sure feel the same as me. so we played foosball. then was this time it was me + th vs ks and ck it was damn fun thrashing them hahahahahhahahaha. we played 2 balls + 2 goals lol. anyway ks is a silent killer. and th is damn pro. then we had sandwich + ribena and O.O at the kitchen as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to foosball. then decided to go upstairs and play some game which i never understood how other then pressing random buttons. haha so gave up and went down to play. then eli justin and hosimin came so after awhile we went to play the game of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have a new definition for the game of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. being banker aint easy okay. every now and then people spend 3 minutes fighting for life tiles. candice threatening people. or using ___ as negotiation. hahaha. strengthen ties. it was like CATFIGHT+ JASON the pornstar. candice is damn noisy. eli loves her lifetiles. audrey and wanyu hide their lifetiles. leesimin and th just let fate decide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i decided to end the fight by offering 50k to them. PEACE. after that i really wonder what will happen/how long would it take for them to stop, :D i feel powerful heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then continued playing+ eli's constant complain of selling/dropping/killing her 3 kids. failed obviously. then yian and kiankok came and started a mahjong den at the back. amazing how so many of us squeezed in the room (on the floor) did i mention the toilets are like wow! bathtub and BIG basin and ginormous mirror. i wanna live here. (in the day)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then squeezed around for a decent group photo. hahaha. then settled for dinner in the ohmygodz dining room. we all said it felt like gujunpyo's dining room with the mirror etc. and the seats were just right for us and her sister. cracked jokes and scare one another because the windows are damn scary when anyone walks past. before that we assumed room position lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then eat and back to foosball again. kk is damn pro. lol. like intensive fight hahaha. then played mahjong with xunlin yian and hosimin. before we had to leave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the walk back was really fast. but its kinda freaky lol. and xun was telling us that time she was alone at home lol. omg i'll probably freak out. especially you know, after watching so many horror movies. then we scared th by saying the one in the middle would disappear. haha. and poof we reached lol. and th was being nice (omg did i just boost her ego) and waited with me until my dad came. thanks! time flies so fast when there is no pw -___-. but come to think of it, some people cant come, some people came late, some people left early. cos of one reason. PICTIONARY YOU PW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i was nice to send yixin home lollol. and i reached home. bath and fell asleep before 11. i woke up at like omg 3pm today?!!?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna go play foosball (i know someone who agrees with me, right :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i hate pw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4189630841690547468?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4189630841690547468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4189630841690547468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4189630841690547468' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2835342718535925942</id><published>2009-10-15T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:48:01.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the feeling is just so, surreal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what used to be real is not real anymore. it is near but it is far. but it all changed. cos of stupidness on my part. and i promise i wont complain anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what happened today felt like it was applicable to me, just that i was in somebody else's shoe instead. i thought about the using the media, but i penned it down anyway. flashed it several times, but i never had the courage. i dont know what to say. i dont know what will happen. i dont know what you'll say either. so it ends up nothing has happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is it really better this way? i know i told myself i should just give it all up but it's never easy. all this while of procrastination certainly killed me. thing is, i really dont know what to do. there seems to be no answer. no one has the answer anyway, not even myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really wonder if i can ever do it. i need to. but a part me hopes for another chance. am i stupid or what? i dont wanna make it so obvious. i dont wanna disturb anyone. but if its better off this way, shouldnt i just shoo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh dear, someone need to pump in some happy thoughts. i really haven decided what to do, probably just a matter of time? but i really dont have the courage. call me timid call me coward, i've been using stupid ways to make a decision, but whenever the choice is made it will all falter. so they are useless anyway. was in a little bit of dilemma just now on the bus. but i figured this should be the better way anyway. me and my ego's crushing me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;should i? or should i not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2835342718535925942?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2835342718535925942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2835342718535925942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2835342718535925942' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7698222556200823204</id><published>2009-10-12T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:51:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i thought i was fickle minded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the end it stayed through the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its like just locked up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;every line seemed so surreal, and i wish for it to last, and i wish for more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i know. its not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;probably gonna take me more time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but im taking a long time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today was probably the longest so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;throwing darts around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its like eating seaweed chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7698222556200823204?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7698222556200823204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7698222556200823204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7698222556200823204' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2259521652100164610</id><published>2009-10-04T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:08:21.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'll give it all up, just to return to the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll do anything, so you never had the chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll give my very best, 'cos im not gonna let the matter rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll miss those times spamming lyrics and just everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2259521652100164610?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2259521652100164610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2259521652100164610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2259521652100164610' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5351247442856514042</id><published>2009-09-14T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:33:16.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;omg i seriously feel disgusted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;totally! eew eeew eeew. you never fail to disgust me eew eew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5351247442856514042?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5351247442856514042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5351247442856514042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5351247442856514042' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5468753620009150515</id><published>2009-09-03T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:26:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whalaos i am emoxzxz:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its been like only 4 hours since she launched the collection and the things i wanted are gone?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i fell in love with that bag when i saw the preview in the afternoon. i was sosososo determined to buy. cos i need bags, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ohsofickle.com.sg/media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/900x600/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/8/4/8420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://ohsofickle.com.sg/media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/900x600/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/8/4/8420.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ohsofickle.com.sg/media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/900x600/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/8/4/8412_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://ohsofickle.com.sg/media/catalog/product/cache/1/small_image/900x600/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/8/4/8412_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am i sad or am i sad ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im damn sad. its so niceeeeee. and the bag is imported overseas so wont be expecting people to sell it in sg. sob sob sob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5468753620009150515?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5468753620009150515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5468753620009150515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5468753620009150515' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8361693448506493349</id><published>2009-08-29T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:48:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Chanel &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah its been months since...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;although it was short but still :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i aint good with it :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and its just a occasional chance i get ://&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ACHIEVED PRODUCTIVE EFFICIENCY TODAY :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;too much econs spoils my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i was &lt;strong&gt;productive&lt;/strong&gt; cos i mugged from 11-6 (do minus 1 hour lunch time and 1++ chit chat time and some toilet breaks/stoning time etc) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;efficient&lt;/strong&gt; cos if i was at home i wouldnt have done anything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but all the time, i was only doing econs. and some other parts i still dont get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wanted to make these few days econish days, but realised i have been neglecting every thing else D: and when i mean everything else, i mean... everything else. just. sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another part of me is being stubborn, but hey being stubborn is a trait of taurus! hence obviously the effect's gonna double. haiya, hell loads of shit is taking over me soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and of cos replacing all my roles, perhaps better (yea right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and surprisingly, what used to happen didnt make any sense to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kaja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8361693448506493349?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8361693448506493349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8361693448506493349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8361693448506493349' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5495401307506293915</id><published>2009-08-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:25:55.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah i was reading th's tumblr and i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this thing going on Sharks VS Cats &lt;br /&gt;you get to choose which side you wna support and post things tagging either “shark” or “cat”. ( oh you get the DP thingy too. I’m a Cat)&lt;br /&gt;Basically whats going on is the sharks are like “oh you sad pussies” and posting pictures of sharks eating cats etc. And the cat side is all furry and cute. Mostly going ” cats can do this you sharky suckers can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DILEMMA!&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i take the side of sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, people do value sharks so much, much more than cats.&lt;br /&gt;judging from the amounts of shark's fin being eaten during festive seasons, i.e. the chinese new year season, wedding dinner etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said eating shark's fin was a symbol of prosperity. &lt;br /&gt;if chopping of your limbs can represent the same thing, i'd love to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talking about wedding dinner. look at the hundreds of tables of shark's fins being served. many a times we didnt even finish it didnt we? im not even talking about wasting food because i probably have to link to africa. since the fact that people dont even finish it, albeit they dont value it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im not making much sense but, eating shark's fins is definitely not the way. if you actually see how your food came about, think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SHARKS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; cats, you know i love animals)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5495401307506293915?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5495401307506293915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5495401307506293915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5495401307506293915' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1202155643345555914</id><published>2009-08-22T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:14:05.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i hate saturdays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my day was going on pretty well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zzz whats with me and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and being extremely lazy, knowing that i need to mug maths physics chem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;should have woken up earlier and go to school and study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1202155643345555914?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1202155643345555914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1202155643345555914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1202155643345555914' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1580308133598927684</id><published>2009-08-22T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:16:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahah my 4th post i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feeel so retarded lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway i feel so stupid for sending that. not stupid as in foolish, but uhh, omg lol. its like primary school kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i dont know what drove me do all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perhaps the pent up emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope it made your &lt;s&gt; day &lt;/s&gt; three seconds or so :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and its been long since i felt so happy doing something for you lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope you like it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and red is so symbolic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yayeyaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1580308133598927684?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1580308133598927684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1580308133598927684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1580308133598927684' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-6136676751390603463</id><published>2009-08-21T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:52:37.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; listening to muttons to midnight: you complain! baby mutton! while staying up and studying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i should seriously stop double, triple posting in a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is the aftereffects of bottling everything up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe i should write a note.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or get started on what i really wanted to do since, damn long ago. after promos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i almost typed pormos and reminds me of por...........k websites. ah what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i should sleep before i start slashing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i need to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;//edited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;listening to your guardian angel and i have the urge to cry, too much pent up emotions lately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'i'll be there for you through it all'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that'll be my goal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-6136676751390603463?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6136676751390603463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6136676751390603463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#6136676751390603463' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5336242634890301847</id><published>2009-08-21T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:41:42.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i realise everything else doesnt matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what's really important to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont want to lose this. but what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my heart wrenches everytime i think of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i want to cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but god knows why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i think i've decided.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after promos then! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thats if things still remain this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;hey there delilah what's it like in new york city,'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;让我们回去从前好不好，&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;天真愚蠢快乐美好&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but come to think of it, do i deserve it? im irresponsible, i complain, and no one's ever called my their best friend. thinking negative, being oversensitive, yea you're talking about me. there's really alot of things i'll miss. and i cant seem to let go of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5336242634890301847?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5336242634890301847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5336242634890301847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5336242634890301847' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4788806031954134670</id><published>2009-08-21T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:24:59.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a damn flustered mood now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think im freaking ap when i come online, reminds me of yesterday the nv huang ben se about people getting angsty when they drive, LOL. (and no im not laughing at all)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dad's pissing me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or maybe, im pmsing. getting annoyed at every Single Shit im Suppose to be Studying but im still Slacking. notice on the words Start with S. SCHOOL SHIT GRAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i kinda regret no blogging regularly in the past. i wouldnt have chanced upon those, stuff that made me really happy. ah how i miss those times when we go shopping every now and then. eating at v8. but reading my archives i think my posts are real boring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but believe me. a mere description of what happened lets me recall every string of events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay now im happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im weird aint i?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i kinda miss chatting on the phone with you. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but i know its not possible anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hais. i should be quite happy with my life isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but being who i usually am, i never had the courage to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:/ tell me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but first. let me tide over next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4788806031954134670?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4788806031954134670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4788806031954134670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4788806031954134670' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2466208899518434464</id><published>2009-08-19T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:11:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i realise im a good listener, a good advicer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all the advice i give seem really good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i doing otherwise for my case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how contradicting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2466208899518434464?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2466208899518434464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2466208899518434464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2466208899518434464' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-6271374525196218222</id><published>2009-08-17T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:41:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember this song;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where'd You Go lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really miss the old times.&lt;br /&gt;Memories that are kept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-6271374525196218222?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6271374525196218222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6271374525196218222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#6271374525196218222' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7165988218177447138</id><published>2009-08-16T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:52:18.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2560871/Beluga-whale-saves-drowning-divers-life.html#comment-rig"&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2560871/Beluga-whale-saves-drowning-divers-life.html#comment-rig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;animals are so much more humane than humans isnt it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not done with eom. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAVENT FOUND ANY SUITABLE ARTICLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7165988218177447138?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7165988218177447138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7165988218177447138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7165988218177447138' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1669431856085363083</id><published>2009-08-16T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:11:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_koefsiVc7h1qzy5cxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_koefsiVc7h1qzy5cxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's so much i want to say. things need to be filtered. because they get twisted. it really doesnt feel the same anymore. it feels like nothing has changed. what do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1669431856085363083?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1669431856085363083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1669431856085363083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1669431856085363083' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3446441598028155911</id><published>2009-08-15T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:40:50.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is often, paradoxical isnt it?&lt;p&gt;and often, you find yourself in a state of dilemma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you would look forward to something so much, that you dread it coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or that once it comes, you dont know how to react.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes, your back just hurts, and you feel so comforted when someone comes and massage it for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you decided to be nice and be forgiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then the history repeats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you end up in a state of dilemma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish it was the same, but somehow it isnt the same. another part of me hope that it wont be the same. cos its better with a clean break. but somehow you dont want it to be affected by occasional backaches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the main thing is, be careful of who you throw your shit to. cos you never know, how the waste treatment plant treats your shit. probably dump it on another landfill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;incorporating economics, life is like a monopoly. everyone's life is unique. and people tend to build strong barriers to entry and exit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish i could tell you all that i want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs20/300W/f/2007/231/c/3/_hellokitty__by_tiiastrikesagain.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll be careful &lt;s&gt; next time! &lt;/s&gt;. there aint suppose to be a next time. NEVER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3446441598028155911?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3446441598028155911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3446441598028155911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3446441598028155911' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-138719625834861503</id><published>2009-08-13T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:29:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;'ve reached my tipping point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;totally broke down yesternight, this afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; tears are falling from my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did it have to happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;why it all have to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-138719625834861503?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/138719625834861503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/138719625834861503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#138719625834861503' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4660495854135083579</id><published>2009-08-11T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:04:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;'Cos you had a bad day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what do you do when you have a bad day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3447512644_63500fcf28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3447512644_63500fcf28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3653628276_5613bda0cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 490px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3653628276_5613bda0cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS WOULD BE ENOUGH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4660495854135083579?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4660495854135083579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4660495854135083579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4660495854135083579' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3447512644_63500fcf28_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-6192811336611638994</id><published>2009-08-11T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:50:24.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i was bloghopping when i saw this part &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I've always thought of myself as an expressive person, right until this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have a thousand thoughts in my head and feelings in my heart that I can't seem to put into words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know why I used to cry so damn much.. because I couldn't find another way to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I've felt suppressed, trapped, helpless. As though I was screaming but nobody could hear me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the screaming turned into silent cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by silent I really do mean silent, because from then on I never bothered burdening anyone else with my worries and troubles. Everything unpleasant I felt or thought, I kept to myself as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unless I was at my breaking point and desperately needed a shoulder to lean on.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, i havent reached my breaking point(i think). Because I learnt to be strong, but it meant that I lost my trust in just everything else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember years ago i kuped this from SOMEONE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes you just want to cry&lt;br /&gt;cry , until the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;cry. until its all over&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you have to do things&lt;br /&gt;you have to be responsible,&lt;br /&gt;for yourself, for your actions,&lt;br /&gt;for everything you did and didnt' do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes we should just let go&lt;br /&gt;let go. of everything we have&lt;br /&gt;all the unhappiness, all the stress&lt;br /&gt;and , let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its difficult as you can see&lt;br /&gt;some people see it as cowardice&lt;br /&gt;a way of escaping the harsh cruel world&lt;br /&gt;some people see it as the only way to go,&lt;br /&gt;the only way to carry on their life&lt;br /&gt;for me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to see, is what i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;cry a bucket&lt;br /&gt;cry three buckets&lt;br /&gt;nah, i'll cry a river instead.&lt;br /&gt;until it floods everyone,&lt;br /&gt;everything,&lt;br /&gt;every dream&lt;br /&gt;every hope&lt;br /&gt;every single piece of feeling,&lt;br /&gt;then we will feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;no sadness&lt;br /&gt;no happiness&lt;br /&gt;no light&lt;br /&gt;no dark&lt;br /&gt;no nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;all that will be left are&lt;br /&gt;empty hollow shells,&lt;br /&gt;devoid of any feeling,&lt;br /&gt;any thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;then the cycle will begin again,&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood&lt;br /&gt;no feelings&lt;br /&gt;no expression at all&lt;br /&gt;don't be offended,&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to talk&lt;br /&gt;dont console me&lt;br /&gt;im not sad&lt;br /&gt;im...&lt;br /&gt;expressionless&lt;br /&gt;feelingless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't expect me to be&lt;br /&gt;happy all the time&lt;br /&gt;every single minute of life&lt;br /&gt;im a human too,&lt;br /&gt;i get sad&lt;br /&gt;i cry&lt;br /&gt;i get angry&lt;br /&gt;i fume&lt;br /&gt;i get disappointed&lt;br /&gt;let down&lt;br /&gt;and in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont assume who i am&lt;br /&gt;there is more than 1 side to a person&lt;br /&gt;are you sure you saw all of mine yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just feel like running away,&lt;br /&gt;and hide&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and never come out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to face the world&lt;br /&gt;so many pairs of eyes&lt;br /&gt;so many mouths to critise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to face your friends&lt;br /&gt;those that assumed you'll&lt;br /&gt;never, never&lt;br /&gt;do such a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to face your family,&lt;br /&gt;all those disappointed hugs,&lt;br /&gt;they just don;t feel warm anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when all goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you can only depend on yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;just at the very end,&lt;br /&gt;someone comes and picks me up&lt;br /&gt;not too high&lt;br /&gt;not too low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ,&lt;br /&gt;enough to get me started again.&lt;br /&gt;started on the neverending cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;neverending.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And because things turned out this way. And like I've always been, the darkest remain in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's more disappointing, is everyone perceive it to be just &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now, what's wrong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be frank, I have no answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'll just remain this way until I reach the tipping point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-6192811336611638994?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6192811336611638994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6192811336611638994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#6192811336611638994' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1543686769619743071</id><published>2009-08-09T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:30:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGSTY POST(YEA RIGHT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CANT SEEM TO START ON ECONS. AFTERNOON TIME IS DISTRACTING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIND THE HIDDEN MEANING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(JUST NEED TO VENT SOMEWHERE TO FEEL BETTER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DID I MENTION I HAVE DAMN ALOT OF RED STUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED PENCILCASE,POUCH FOR GC, COIN POUCH, HELLOKITTY TOY, PHONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRETTY MUCH MATCHES THIS 'ANGSTY' POST AINT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1543686769619743071?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1543686769619743071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1543686769619743071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1543686769619743071' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8003586920204812735</id><published>2009-08-08T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:44:41.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'VE BEEN ONLINE SHOPPING-ING THIS FEW DAYS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;found tonnes of things i want to buy, but MUST BE THRIFTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/Picture252.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/Picture252.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i think it will make me look fat-ter! so bleh ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/Picture192.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/Picture192.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like the biker zipper vest omg! i think it looks nicer here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7856.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7856.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO NICE RIGHT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i doubt it will look nice on me so :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7773.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7773.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS PALE BLUE MILITARY IS SO LOVELY! LIKE BLUE AND GOLD HOHOHO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i like this too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/Picture329.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/Picture329.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i think from afar it looks weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stupid lah blogger and its add image button mulfunctioning ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;someone fund me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like struck a million bucks lottery WOHO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea, in your dreams, behind the shadows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/edited:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7936.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7936.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7937.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/82/IMG_7937.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/81/1.jpg"&gt;http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa46/ohsofickle/81/1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay lah enough of fantasising&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8003586920204812735?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8003586920204812735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8003586920204812735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8003586920204812735' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1867533736514263736</id><published>2009-08-08T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:49:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;recently i've developed a fetish for long checkered tops, studded blazer and sandals/heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wouldnt it be it nice if everything was so much cheaper? D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but blazers dont suit me right ;/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or like some that make me look much skinnier :/ pretty please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;someone fund me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;include a pack of monopoly deal as well! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1867533736514263736?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1867533736514263736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1867533736514263736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1867533736514263736' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7456577240172597496</id><published>2009-08-07T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:28:05.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OMG FISHMONGERS ARE SO ANNOYING! NEVER GONNA STEP INTO THE MARKET ANYMORE. LEAVE ME ALONE, MONGERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all i can say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;find my shadow before bbbbbbb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7456577240172597496?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7456577240172597496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7456577240172597496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7456577240172597496' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2066066084094089251</id><published>2009-08-01T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:43:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/burma_natural_illusion_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/burma_natural_illusion_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/sexy_optical_illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 408px;" src="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/sexy_optical_illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/manfred-car-illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/manfred-car-illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/man_landing_moon_optical_illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/man_landing_moon_optical_illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/floorless-bathroom-optical-illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 446px;" src="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/floorless-bathroom-optical-illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads//805/muscular_bag_optical_illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.newopticalillusions.com/wp-content/uploads//805/muscular_bag_optical_illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i gave up after getting a really bad scare. wtf wtf wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh, omg nightmare already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2066066084094089251?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2066066084094089251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2066066084094089251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2066066084094089251' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-227384080398324129</id><published>2009-08-01T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:18:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2673832276_011f50170e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2673832276_011f50170e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2112674068_4396e9f6cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2112674068_4396e9f6cd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3675441513_ee7cf1557a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3675441513_ee7cf1557a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2673013225_e2c8315145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 204px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2673013225_e2c8315145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/3676254768_0b05b8d5be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 376px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/3676254768_0b05b8d5be.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll marry someone who can give me this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;website says the last house is one in thailand :((((. i want one in singaporeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-227384080398324129?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/227384080398324129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/227384080398324129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#227384080398324129' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2673832276_011f50170e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7495753672572586368</id><published>2009-07-07T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:52:40.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i guess a little disappointment wont kill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;utterly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im feeling a little ap too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i guess it never mattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im in a really really bad mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i lie alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;runaway from too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after all these time of running, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realised im at the same spot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;doing things i dont want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saying things i dont mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im losing the 'me' in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, how's the 'me' like in the first place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7495753672572586368?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7495753672572586368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7495753672572586368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7495753672572586368' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-212668427595102943</id><published>2009-07-06T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:41:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;(the best thing is to avoid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;带我走 - 杨丞琳&lt;br /&gt;(i think we can si ben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky - Ashily&lt;br /&gt;(omg so true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Me - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;(i'll stand by YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Revolution - F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;(i aint any revolutionist you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;God Is A Girl - Groove Coverage&lt;br /&gt;(and im a girl, so i =?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;别怪他 - 吴卓羲&lt;br /&gt;(my parents are really forgiving you know :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;沒有如果 - 梁靜茹&lt;br /&gt;(no ifs. im kinda pessimistic lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Wish Ur My Love - T-Max feat. J&lt;br /&gt;(well thats uhm. no comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Mad World - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;(my best friend leads a life like that huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;爱灵灵 - 戴爱玲&lt;br /&gt;(haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes - SS501&lt;br /&gt;(i dont know how to explain this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Potential Breakup Song - Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;br /&gt;(im staying single :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;My Interpretation - Mika&lt;br /&gt;(i had dai wo zou and mad world just now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;True - Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;(imma good girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Fly Away - F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;(wedding is never freedom i think, flying away from home more likely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Poker Face - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;(POKER. explains it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;When You Say Nothing At All - Ronam Keating&lt;br /&gt;(i prefer silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Speechless - The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Woman - Roy Orbison&lt;br /&gt;(i see no reason that its the worst thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;So Sad - Oh Joon Sung&lt;br /&gt;(i kept expecting this song to appear at the top few questions but it didnt, i die from depression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Milk Shake - Kelis&lt;br /&gt;(i regret drinking milk tea instead of milkshake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;You're Still The One - Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;(aww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Top of the world - Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;(im not afraid of heights eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;It's My Life - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;(i suppose its part of my life to get married? NOOOOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;好心好报 - &lt;br /&gt;(I dont get it -__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;你的微笑 - F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;(someone actually likes my smile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;光芒 - F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;(i doubt i can change this even if i can go back in time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;(yea, complicated things will hurt people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;One More Time - Tree Bicycle&lt;br /&gt;(what the hell im not redoing this again!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-212668427595102943?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/212668427595102943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/212668427595102943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#212668427595102943' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2641506499355370962</id><published>2009-06-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:58:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;im petty, like really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its just a name what =.= anyone would just say, why does it always appear at the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one phone call is miles apart. i should be glad that there's still msn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever's ahead seems dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg i should stop thinking negative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEERUP :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2641506499355370962?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2641506499355370962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2641506499355370962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2641506499355370962' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2412459821197015828</id><published>2009-06-01T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:50:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Must exercise self-control: on food, on slack, on the bad side, on 'lala'-land&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know,&lt;/p&gt;give me a reason to believe and to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;give me another so that i wont disappoint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;give me a third because i need to feel secure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;give me the fourth so i know where i belong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;give me the last, so that i know all these will last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me a reason to believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2412459821197015828?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2412459821197015828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2412459821197015828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2412459821197015828' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8699258292035266346</id><published>2009-05-31T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:22:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i posted this exactly one week ago:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to shop + sing k + &lt;s&gt;go bowling&lt;/s&gt; + eat &lt;br /&gt;my june wishlist, not too much right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got to play pool and bowl after school on fri, kinda suck at both seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 things to do left!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really hope im not asking for too much this june.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just 1 shopping trip, a k session and eat uhh nevermind i dont care much about eating already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now im only asking for 2 things, i wanted a movie session but i guess i can forget about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i asking for too much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8699258292035266346?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8699258292035266346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8699258292035266346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8699258292035266346' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-256695181259160878</id><published>2009-05-30T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:29:05.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zzz why always.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im really hurt by whats so called .............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but what can i say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant force isnt it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1's like ........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another's like.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the other is like .......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the last is like........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, why bother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-256695181259160878?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/256695181259160878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/256695181259160878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#256695181259160878' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-716275686602435173</id><published>2009-05-24T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:42:14.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wanted to post but now i've got no mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to shop + sing k + go bowling + eat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my june wishlist, not too much right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-716275686602435173?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/716275686602435173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/716275686602435173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#716275686602435173' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-849662874594645703</id><published>2009-05-22T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:47:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WEEK 9 IS FREAKING FINALLY OVER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i survived, miraculously hur, being a changed person, only limited myself to 30 mins of tv (WHAT A TORTURE) and hibernated in room to mug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i distant away from msn only going on to the slides, occasionally disrupted by facebook (die facebook die!) aiyah whatever lah, last time i used to study &amp;amp; watch tv, now i sacrifice my tv for studies, but come to think of it, is it,...worth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;successful screwed up physics, not to forget the unfinished econs essay, followed the panic session during chem today. life pretty much sucks eh, cant imagine when i get back everything its like, SCREWED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good mood bad mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happiness starts one week later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-849662874594645703?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/849662874594645703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/849662874594645703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#849662874594645703' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8570143587443855720</id><published>2009-05-17T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:55:32.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;chanel is feeling really down these days hur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;week 9's probably gonna drain me of my happiness, like the how those things in harry potter suck out all your happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like how sad, told myself to be stong against all evil, but probably fail anyway. here i am ranting about everything, when i have truckloads of things to be done. die die die. i wonder, how i survive, omg it rhymes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i jump i fly i kick your butt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i saw a man with long hair and clips. grossiest things i ever saw, aging seems to be overtaking him/her soon. eew. who knows one day he goes around wearing a tubedress dancing to the disco beat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, what thell am i talking about, dont understand either. hey, the world's complicated. and you gotta flip flip flip the noodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8570143587443855720?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8570143587443855720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8570143587443855720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8570143587443855720' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3334983314155248199</id><published>2009-05-07T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:46:47.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;maybe i overreacted D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, its a sunny yellow banana day!e&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL COS I WENT &lt;s&gt;WINDOW&lt;/s&gt; SHOPPING AT T1!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think its okay lah, talked alot and crapped alot with joyc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then took 81 home, was stoning then i saw shuen at the busstop waiting for her bus. i think we both had the O.O is that shuen/chanel look LOL and keep staring at each other cos we cannot believe it like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shocking event number 2: I MET PEIWEI! i mean long time since i saw her and i thought i lost contact with her lol, its been nice talking to her and talk about the good old times be it in secondary or primary. talktalktalk and asked about everyone else and her life. i think it is really amazing lah. and yea shock to see her and how she met other 6G people in the school, coolness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think i look weird in pumps/flats/they dont suit me. grah. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;die week 9 die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is a happy day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3334983314155248199?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3334983314155248199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3334983314155248199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3334983314155248199' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2267398764955772464</id><published>2009-02-13T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:40:51.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its been long since i last posted, like i dont think i posted after cny? cant be bothered to check, anyway cny is over, and on tuesday mum received a cny card from her friend =.= thats like one day after yuan xiao and the thing is she stays in singapore =.= not like she's overseas or what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think im posting for the sake of posting. i have no idea what im doing, probably too bored, now i really realise how happy i am when its friday, like TGIF! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay just now on the way home i was listening to no air =.= now its stuck in my head, its kinda fun walking along the streets of orchard feeling the vday atmosphere, there were a few guys wearing feathery wings like some sorta cupid selling plush flowers, and random guys with bo lan cardboard saying free hugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then didnt get to watch bride wars cos we didnt get good seats, so made a rash decision to choose new in town at 540 and the ticket is only 6 bucks! haha the show is not bad omg i feel sleepy. then after that we talked damn long. i miss 4e and miss going to k, i miss being in junior high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh no emo time. oh its fun receiving gifts from people, thanks to all who gave me stuff/wish me etc. and those people who baked its damn nice lah. i cant bake for goodness sake, the only times i baked was uhm halloween and during pop lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and im sleepy again. aiyah emo times where i really wish time would stop, where we would talk nonstop, and trying to talk as much as we can during the super rare free period like thursday the pathetic 1 period. chatting with random people. today is friday the 13th but nothing bad has happened, i hope:D whatever lah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my friends :D and im serious :D and im emo D: oh no. i guess this kinda times will get more and more rare. gotta watch bride wars and eat pastamania. sleepy again. no air no air. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalalalala. time just wont stop ticking, and i wonder how much time i have wasted to stone. bits and pieces, piece them back one by one. moving forward, not looking back. and that's life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2267398764955772464?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2267398764955772464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2267398764955772464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2267398764955772464' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-291554467481474797</id><published>2009-01-27T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:47:43.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first post of the lunar new year,&lt;br /&gt;not too happy, i guess. though i get gamble this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i want to make chinese new year resolutions, and hopefully abide/stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went through so much, guess i ought to grow up from these things, and here comes number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give up when its necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i sad i would many many times, but i never managed to do it, actually its not as easy as its said, i wonder how you did it. perhaps it didnt matter anymore? who cares about the promises, promises dont make sense anyway, who actually fulfils their promises? i wont be taken in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heck with all the promises.&lt;br /&gt;Point explained above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dont xin ruan, as KHO plays again, i feel all so sec 3 again. but now year 5, everything is different, whatever, why think about the past, isnt the future more important? move on. and just move on. 'cos no one would be waiting for you, cos no one would be here for you' dont be stupid. keep holding on..... no. i'll just stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop emo posts. wont look as nice when i decide to look through my archives and see it full of emo posts. and then get myself all upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wake up. cos people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the laptop and stupid virus and moodswings. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-291554467481474797?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/291554467481474797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/291554467481474797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#291554467481474797' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2367941307368942224</id><published>2009-01-23T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:30:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ah i feel all awful, didnt i mention in my 'unrecorded' resolutions that i shall have happy post all the time! recently its just filled with ): posts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh i dontknow whats wrong with me. things are out of my control? and i dont even know what i really want. cant seem to be determined. and possibly thats why its like that for me. must shuo dao zuo dao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah i miss 4e like crazzzyyyy, miss sitting in the lt, and just the everyday chionging this that sleeping during chinese lessons. and i wanna sing k! (hint hint)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos im now like losing my passion/interest in everything else, or maybe i'll end up like some diehard mugger with no life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yaye saturday hohohoh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2367941307368942224?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2367941307368942224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2367941307368942224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2367941307368942224' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7801937508341274374</id><published>2009-01-20T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:10:19.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;omg warning, awfully emo post =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;让我们回去从前好不好&lt;br /&gt;天真愚蠢快乐美好&lt;br /&gt;我不想我不想不想长大&lt;br /&gt;长大后世界就没童话&lt;br /&gt;我不想我不想不想长大&lt;br /&gt;我宁愿永远都笨又傻&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我的天空今天有点灰&lt;br /&gt;我的心是个落叶的季节&lt;br /&gt;我不知道如何度过今夜&lt;br /&gt;所有的灯早已经全都熄灭&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;baaaaaaaaaa&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7801937508341274374?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7801937508341274374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7801937508341274374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7801937508341274374' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5646448242703550674</id><published>2009-01-19T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:16:00.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;first day of school, not too bad i guess, not that its really wonderful either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what to do, everything's different, the environment, the people, the teachers, the subjects, just, everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess the rest are coping well with their new class/classmates, at least. its kinda a phase we all have to go through? but seeing me constantly blogging about this probably meant that i haven adapted to them yet, or rather, i dont wish to. but, i have to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess, i'll just be neutral and *cough cough* open mind *cough cough*. i try. but i guess its gonna take a long time. and besides, its time to just depend on myself and not assume anything else cos anything can change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rrr i still dread school. cant wait for friday to come, and holidays lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5646448242703550674?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5646448242703550674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5646448242703550674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5646448242703550674' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8592349274788350361</id><published>2009-01-18T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:04:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my 333rd post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was posting about orientation and chatting with brigitte. somehow, i kinda dread tomorrow, or the new school term, my classmates are fine but then again we are not that close yet. like during the period of orientation where we met our friends we would just go on and on about the orientation etc, and sometimes seeing the rest coping well with their new classmates i wonder whether we should just forget everything and perhaps one day when we meet one another all we said would be like hi-bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feels weird not having jess sitting at my left and talking about all the nonsensical stuff and cursing chem and having brigitte chua sitting beside me near me for these 4 years. (i think the furthest she sat from me was like 3 seats in front, one to the left) and all her usual uproar about random exclaimations about forgetting this forgetting that, singing her bonnie lies over the ocean during maths, bolong sitting in front of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then going recess with brigitte joyc siyun jess, brigitte and her dad-packed salad with big variety of food, joyc and her lunch box, jess and her fasting plan, siyun and her fetish with handroll and eating it unglamly. nearer to the end of the term, i spent it with chionging for work with th, doing the exact same routine, eating the same thing, doing the same thing. wow, that was last year. maybei should read my archive, and check out what i was doing during this point of time lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll miss everyone. ah EMO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8592349274788350361?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8592349274788350361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8592349274788350361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8592349274788350361' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2909843508244523179</id><published>2009-01-17T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:53:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here to blog about SENIOR HIGH ORIENTATION 2009. seemed more fun than i thought, :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yuhding was saying monday seemed so long ago when we were sitting in the hall waiting to take orientation tee. learning the prata cheer and mass dance etc. but nevertheless, I MISS 4E. ): really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im using orientation booklet to recall. :D anyway my civics tutor is miss elizabeth teo, she gives me an impression of miss chong, and she looks like her lol, spent admin time knowing our classmates' names and the admin stuff and YES GP ESSAY IS OPTIONAL. and as joyc &lt;s&gt;curses&lt;/s&gt; complain about AH FA. lol, someone was saying she found 2 new loves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then went to assemble in the hall in DRAKON. had our opening ceremony, learning the prata cheer, and mass dance, learning some drakon cheers as well. went back to class and sat down play games with ogls, and some games like wacko, the continuous ha ha ha game and the mo qi game where we say numbers without having 2 people saying at the same time, cheated alittle here and there LOL. the itinerary says we have house (ice) breakers by house at the sports hall but i dont rmb anything, OPS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i remembered telematch, got us pretty high, go one by one and try to keep our facil try, yigeng was super dry LOL, anyway had to spin 20 rounds, jump 50 times, skip 20 times, kick the chapteh 5 times, the station master helped us cheat lol, and totally cant skip, then all jammed at the second station, i got pretty okay questions like, how many words are there in the school song, i got something _4 so guessed an 84 and got it right! and had some maths question followed by the the needle thing, before that yuntong kept telling us egg yolk is yellow, so shiying was in front of me and she got the egg yolk is white or egg yolk are white. and i got the bus driver thing and crawling the soap thing. and we won (obviously) our ogl was totally dry except maybe his hands got alittle wet, with other ogls coming to feel any part of him thats wet lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then went back to school had nasi lemak, then had mass dance followed by the 31 legged, some drakon clocked 7.8s and my group clocked 7.5s we RAN. hahah, and thats prob why we got the bruises and the year 6s have been o.o ing at sy's bruises lol, but a little sad cos we didnt get pass semi finals. then had debrief etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home with brigitte and squeezed in 158, super squeezy, kind a miss this feeling, but it kinda suck cos aiyah so squeezy ): talked to leesimin a little and yea reached home slightly tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;practised mass dance after flagraising, then set off to kallang water sports centre. damn freaking long, walked and walked and walked, legs aching like mad, steffi's group was behind me, with cindy and kiankok, and keep hearing steffi talking about mayday, LOL. dragon boating was fun! though we all got split up and got really wet, had a really weird lunch. played polar bear(the version without medic) and then dog and bone etc, went back to dhs for school tour, ran here and there, cant remember how many stations we went but we spent really long at the first station, the one about thinker runner builder and yea, memorising recipe and drinking the vinegar mixed with chocolate milk = total gross ness! went to audi and acted like gorillas memorising lines, stand at the labs and try to rmb the sight, we got how many fire extinguishers on the 2nd floor. go to the gallery and match shoes arrange stuff etc.  cant really remember, but our session finished in 1.5 hours when it was 3 hours? so had free time lol, my group came in 4th, were running from place to place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then went canteen for a drink, went to class(i think) and played games. had staring games, musical chairs, pepsi cola. debrief again, and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WATAFEST! opening ceremony was spent at zhengxinyuan with the seniors throwing bombs at us, didnt get too wet, hid here and there and lol.set off to ecp, played games along the way, fuzzywuzzy, i just figured it out! took me damn lonnnnnnng, and the number thing where we tricked samson lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first game was digging the treasure! nobody got it i think, apparently we were damn near the, we should have dug closer! second station was getting blindfolded and jumping around, didnt get too wet though! we got the fastest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had lunch, the only thing i like was the sausage, got super thirsty, and we were all psychic! (did i spell that correctly?) tricking samson and the rest hahah. LOL. then took more psychological tests and got to know really amazing facts LOL. after that walked to kallang swimming complex, only got to play 2 games, first one was the balloon one, those super tall people ran damn fast lah, jiezhi is a pro. and luckily for us we won! had some debates along the way but whatever. and then was the human chain thing we were like the fastest but we had 6 mistakes =.= was so happy to speed off with qianhui after getting the necessary letters but i think we lost this game. pity we didnt get to play water polo so we sat by the pool and cheered for the other drakon team, and we won! by then i was really red and getting sunburnt already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had our mass yumseng, which was drinking sparkling juice, we somehow manage to get 3 bottles in total, and saved the other 2 for finale night. decided to walk to kallang leisure part with another group from my class and had our dinner at subway, started to spam all the horror stories we heard, all the super different versions, and cos me and ophilia were sitting at the side whenever someone walked past/speak totally freaked us out lol. then decided to go back school so that we can bathe and yup walked back. toilets were all filled with people, and was in a haste to bathe so i couldnt care anymore so i went to the slightly disgusting toilet and bathed. couldnt find charlotte when was done so went outside and then went with xizi to queue for the one behind the hall, btw the shower head is kinda weird cos it has many holes and they all shoot in different directions lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after we were done we went to the auditorium to get ready for cluedo, first thing was to watch chucky, wasnt that scary as i thought it was and was damn irritating having random people screaming at the sight of lets say, chucky's hand. =.= so annoying lah! then went to classrooms to listen to horror sounds but somehow the speaker wasnt working so ended up listening to ghost stories and getting ready to shut my ears at the 'where's my head' thing. proceeded to the red area then got this station where we had to be blindfolded and feel for jigsaw pieces and piece them up, in the end everyone cheated lol, was slightly visible other than the fact that people tried to grab my legs. traded pieces etc and got the answer but had to gather in canteen, then cluedo starts, first station was the foyer station but we couldnt find anything around the trees, our clue was something about jack and jill went up the hill, jill fell and broke her crown. mary had a little lamb, mary died but it didnt, and only when people start telling me about the whole incident i realise victim is called joy. and only know the whole truth when they conducted the debrief, seems so confusing and stuff, i think they are damn pro to come up with this story lol. then went to the back of the hall for the maze thing but no station master, apparently it was one of the scarier stations but a pity didnt get to try, bet i'll get super freaked out by then. so ended up eating biscuits before going to the canteen and sunye was looking damn bored and drained. daniel and kenneth went up the stairs to bang pails and came back down lol, then moved off to the student lounge one, went in and got freaked out by the 'scream' person and searched high and low for the envelope, i combed the area but didnt see it lol, then uhh went back to hall to find clues and some of them played the piano and tried to slam the keys to scare the other group, then went back down? to meet the others and combine answer. before going to the audi and blablabla and went to sleep at the hall. and those who keep walking around their slippers damn noisy, irtritating the hell out of me but yea i still manage to fall asleep in such an environment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feels pretty weird to wake up in the hall and then seeing dunmanians reaching school by their parents' cars. had house activity! i m sure drakon had the funnest games man, the scissors paper stone game where we change from bird shit to egg to chick to dunno what else, at first keep promoting people and deeming myself to birdshit, but after that the game ended, i was only at the level just before the dragon LOL.  then had the 3people stand together and the ghost tap you thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then had pac monster race, algo dance is damn cool! and damn fun! had to piece puzzle for the shi zsi lu kou thing, was among the first few to chiong off and then first 3 foods were tou hua shui, CHWEEKUEY (not chekui) and kueychap. at the people's park complex and hunt high and low for the 3 food, firstly, jollibean closed down years ago, secondly, cant find chweekuey, thirdly, there was one kueychap but it wasnt opened! so we had tou hua shui from mr bean then shui guo (lemon and watermelon) the guozhi, some fruit juice, approaching tourists/people went quite smoothly and they were damn nice lol, after that had zhi ma, ma ling shu, shu tiao, then chiong to mrt, while other groups still struggling haha, waited for 14 at dhobyghaut for damn long, and thank goodness no other group caught up, keep asking ogl to check with the rest see anyone reached yet, but in the end realise there are people who reached already, like those at suntec etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then had lunch, and went to shower, went to the handicap toilet one with qianhui shiying, lucky there were no one so we were the first 3 and helped many people to queue while they retrieve their stuff lol. then put back stuff, went to audi and chat with siyun then more people returned, had debrief for cluedo lol, somehow we got it right and yea i understand the full story and then went back to class and played games. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kept losing like shit with the poker game, then had the mmjijimmjiji game, polar bear etc, shiying kept losing lol, then went to canteen and got ready for finale night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the games were damn funny, like the sit on the person to burst the balloon, use your face to kiap the bread, dunman's next top toot model and the mass dance thing, our class didnt send anyone cos we didnt the last part lol, but luckily, we won hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then guppy told us lightsout in 15 mins like O.O cos some people started complaining at 9 plus =.= whalao i didnt even complain when that B***** upstairs drilled at 1130pm OKAY. ah whatever i think we might be making too much noise also, but ended up going to the hall and had the candle thing where we formed I ♥ SH and then the poor seniors spend really long trying to clear up the mess and scrape off the wax on the floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;followed by the drakon initiation ceremony at netball court, super funny, stand together, 3 by 3, all go and drink the dragon's blood while vanessa ivan and samson give us the drink/rarh us and sprinkle us with something, damn cool okay, i wonder who thought of this, and we are officially DRAKONS! i think drakon has nice cheers btw. then took photos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant remember what we did after that, i think we all got ready to sleep, while the seniors were still trying to clean the hall. and yea slept. slept damn long lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then had mass dance and algo dance at the parade square after flag raising, march all the way to our food, algo dance is fun! then after that went to zhengxinyuan again, for more debrief, talk by mr sng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had reflections etc, drakon got 3rd only &gt;&lt; sister=".=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2909843508244523179?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2909843508244523179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2909843508244523179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2909843508244523179' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1740298183051154784</id><published>2009-01-11T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:46:32.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dread tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And talking to people whom i havent been talking for quite a while, reading your blog, i really miss those days, where everyone was happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll keep all those memories with me :D and i wont be easily influenced by random pollution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1740298183051154784?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1740298183051154784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1740298183051154784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1740298183051154784' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1443727692828283504</id><published>2009-01-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:12:24.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in 2006 it was said that i will die when im 78, but now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=9702" alt="I am going to die at 93.  When are you? Click here to find out!" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1443727692828283504?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1443727692828283504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1443727692828283504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1443727692828283504' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-696786760753978264</id><published>2009-01-08T14:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:00:44.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i did this in 2006, now im doing again :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="280" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="';font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simin Is Your Soulmate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Tzuhsiang your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Jessica is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Cheryl for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Brigitte is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Daphne is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Joyc is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Joyc changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Siyun is shy and non-confrontational. And that Siyun has a hidden internet romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and brigitte and daphne still have the same description, LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-696786760753978264?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/696786760753978264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/696786760753978264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#696786760753978264' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-6126419617227489358</id><published>2009-01-07T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:12:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh-em-gee i think im having moodswing (omg i actually type that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think im having moodswings. and im not pmsing thanks /th! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from :@ to :D to :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the naive part of me keep thinking about this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'can we go back in time?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-6126419617227489358?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6126419617227489358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6126419617227489358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#6126419617227489358' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4324149156872407057</id><published>2009-01-03T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:09:25.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HELLO ALLL! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SECOND POST OF THE NEW YEAR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lazy with all the reflecting, resolutions,regrets, all starts with R lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in a very AWESOME MOOD :D (more of AWful D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ask me whywhywhywhy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dontknow either im saddddddddd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but its only the 3rd! 362 days to go you know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna scream, aiyah ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;noonecareslor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4324149156872407057?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4324149156872407057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4324149156872407057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4324149156872407057' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4025919186338338236</id><published>2008-12-28T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:16:03.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WHOO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall post about yesterday :D 40th anniversary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;started off with waking up not very early had brunch and prepared to leave. met hoyee at harbourfront mrt and stupidly went to many exits trying to locate /th. then we found her finally at exit c lol. and waited for the bus comeeee. were feeling abit lost so we thought it would be good to alight when others alight but I KNOW THE WAY :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway we alighted with voices getting louder behind us =.= and jaywalked and /th ran in her heels. did i mention /th looked damn nice! no one could believe its 15 lol.=.= your mum has great taste :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met more people + the juniors, some of them looked like they were having their mini prom lol. and then mingled around and met up with more others,  hanging around taking pictures, giving little gifts taking photographs :D its really nice to meet them again :D was like reading someone's blog, 'I also realised that the only people who can make me smile like a retard are my squadmates!' -someone, (i dont feel like putting your name in case your ego... you can claim credit anytime lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i guess its a nice dinner afterall :D i dont mean the food, but just everything and everything, like the people who worked hard to made all this possible, planning and preparing aint easy and whenever they showed videos of the past i had alot of images flashing through my minds... time flies eh, 2 years ago jnco was over and we were all very emotional, hahah. and it was nice to see the juniors again :D the standard ones were so cute lol, CIETS. and i think they were really efficient, and the mosaic was like. WOW/AWESOME/EGGSOLENT/WONDERFUL. and how much hardwork put in man. was feeling a bit ); since i didnt take part in any of those, but i guess if i were part of the thing i'll be complaining away? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;took many photos and wow they developed real fast lor and table photos. anyone see this please send me photos/give me your link/invite me to your album or something! and they were even thinking of sending 'wish you were here' hmm feeling kinda bad now i dontknow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;table 20 :D yea staring competitions. mainly stared at candice and simin cos they were opposite me, when we officially start the thing yi'an candice and xunlin would start laughing, and me th and hoyee were thinking of staring at the ceiling and ended up making more people fall for the trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the guys+ audrey daphne eli sat at table 34, and whenever there were some sort of lucky draw the emcee would like twenty..........four=.= why dont they just stop at 20 lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then all good things come to an end? lol i remembered singibng the chinese version of auld lang syne, peng you and school song. stupid waitresses keep blocking my view pissing me off, and those old seniors leaving in the middle of the video=.= im not blaming them but they were like taking their own sweet time saying bye i miss you i love you i got to go blablabla blocking everything. whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;took more photos and started to panic how to go home cos it was 11plusplus close to 12 and definitely no bus no train one lor. so we all cabbed back, like the pasirris people ( i think they had a few cabs) the kembangan people? and then i cabbed with audrey hoyee ck, dropped audrey off at balestier where she has to cross some bridge and her house is behind some building, so ulu lol, and hoyee who alighted and slammed the cab door with alot of force. hoyee and audrey paid 10 bucks each when i alighted it was like 16plus =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hopefully we can settle the bill soon, (i dont really mean the bill) like some outing :D LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and always not to forget every labour day :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today is mocha's 5th birthday :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;and audrey said my past posts very emo, but now all are happy happy happy:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i just recalled chairman and vicechairman of H CLUB  printed certs for us =.= how mean lol, 30000 hours o.o and at first i was like huh since when i was part of this competition=.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yaye, pls send me photos/give me link etc :D thanksalot:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a post full of :D LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4025919186338338236?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4025919186338338236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4025919186338338236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4025919186338338236' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1532531699860099689</id><published>2008-12-23T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:23:23.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;chanel is happy today :D or for now at least, dont ask me why cos i dontknow why. hee, you must be thinking did the sun rise from the west i think LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall blog about today, haha seriously after reading th's post really made me laugh, muahahah activity LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;met th at dhobyghaut (omfg i typed buona=.=) then walked around bought tickets, didnt have good seats for bolt so changed to igor and realised i wont have anymore chance cos everyone not interested/watched already/watching with someone else. rr.anyway the movie was not bad, with some guy laughing at almost anything and funny stuff about ah ma seating wrong seats and teenage girls entering wrong cinema, lucky we werent wrong if not damn malu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;before that caught kungfu panda hahahahhahaha, anyway cotton on was like the most crowded place okay. having mega sales, wanted to buy a basic top but was like 2 for 20 and i only liked one colour, the others are like my usual black brown grey I HAVE ENOUGH. hahah really. and th bought a tube dress haahah and thought of editting it and bought aunt's present and daiso is also damn crowded, every now and then excuse me/sorry and blabla, and i bought only one item lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some brown chucks decided to be broke and not eat toast box with me. haha :D i look forward to bballing! meeting up with chua again to play rofl! and of course the k-ing sessions :D well, next year wont have much chance? aiyah enjoyjoyjoyjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yaye happy :D loves walking around heee, watching movie looking at stuff:D omg few so gay typing all the smiley faces and hee but im happy! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its rare okay. cos its CHRISTMAS EVE EVE! i love everyone :D &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1532531699860099689?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1532531699860099689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1532531699860099689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1532531699860099689' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5726959220231831311</id><published>2008-12-23T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:03:02.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;heheh i shall blog about yesterday and today! lol before xiao niang re starts. omg i miss damn alot of episodes dont know what the hell is happening so gotta hear my mum recounting about it=.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22ND DECEMBER MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;met brigitte at bugis, chionged around, settled stuff and went to bugis street. majority of the shops were not opened and wanted to buy something but didnt, LOL. then when we were about to leave we saw desmond koh, michelle chia and joanne peh filming for jia jie nian hua, if you even know what im talking about, omg though both of them were wearing heels joanne peh looks taller and glammer, she's damn pretty in real person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then took the train to aljunied and met siyun and feimiao (:o) then waited for the bus, feels so long since the last time i take a bus from here and etc, then 158 came and we saw bolong in there, so yup reached the busstop and we walked a really long way=.= when we finally reach it was so hot can! then went in and met up with the rest. the people present were me brigitte siyun /th yuting sandra maureen cheryl ap junhao kokswee feimiao bolong liying. then bought tickets then ate at subway, then we went back up decided to check out the arcade but got chased out cos of school skirt, decided to go shop around so me brigitte siyun bolong walked around and we checked out this korean mart?/shop? and then some of the things were really overpriced-.- then there was this pet shop which sold hamsters and rabbits where bolong stood pretty  far and away and yup we went in and omg the rabbits and hamsters are so cute but i wont dare to touch them lol, then it was time to go up so met up with the rest and talked more! oh then we had tickets shuffling thingy as usual but cos we cheated so reshuffled a total of 3 times, the first 2 times i got E15 and was kinda cornered by ... :l yea 3rd time was okay and sandra was at my right and maureen was behind me making weird noises whenever edward appears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but im always at the corner O.O like the other 20th century boys also like that. anyway i think twilight is not bad? i dontknow why they say its boring/draggy/funny maybe cos i didnt read the book and know nuts about it except there are vampires plus bella edward and jacob. THATS ALL. but the front was abit sian until the part where that james?john omg i forgot appeared and aiyah was so climax for me and lol the fighting scene was ouch damn pain can. i think its a nice movie people ask me to read but you know i read damn damn damn slow one. aiyah see how lah. and i think alice is very pretty and cute lor. :D okay no more comments! teehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after the movie we almost caught another movie can, like yesman/bolt or bowling or kbox and then someone suggested going to sing at teoheng and alicia was super high about it:D so 6 of us me /th sandra cheryl ap maureen went to teoheng, walked out and waited super long for the bus! and yea lor went to eat at some zhu chao and i think the fried rice very nice 6bucks! shared with th and sandra so each of us paid 2 bucks each! rofl, then bought bubble tea and got ready to go in. singing from 7-9 didnt seem enough so we asked for another hour, and we ended our song with welcome to the black parade! 'we'll carry on, we'll carry on' =.= and then we kinda refuse to leave until the uncle came, i snag awfully yesterday and ap looked like lai ming wei rofl. totally busted her ears with wei ni er huo and cao jie zhi/wu zhuang de qiang wei then maureen held 2 mics rofl. but then again singing with ap will make one abit zi bei ): but whatever :D funfunfun! who knows about next year? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then yea went home and had the grossest,smelliest bus ride in my life. whalao eh someone laosai/pangsai/stepped on shit the bus was like DAMN SMELLY OMFG. was out of breath and i suffered in silence LOL i think it started at payalebar there so you can estimate how long i suffered, VERY LONG. ohohoho WE SANG RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSE REINDEER HAHAHHA. aiyah its totally shitty and all. everyone pinching their noses making weird faces and omg i was so relieved to have alighted and took a deep breath of fresh air! okay not really fresh air cos polluted by the toxic gases of vehicles and then went home and watched horror with my mum, not really horror cos it didnt really make sense and aiyah, those cheap productions i cant expect more, then went to sleep. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay cannot blog about today cos im going to watch xiao niang re. byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5726959220231831311?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5726959220231831311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5726959220231831311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5726959220231831311' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7490539457240580715</id><published>2008-12-22T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:36:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i've been bloghopping muchmuch, and suddenly realised i haven been posting muchmuch either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what's with the muchmuch idont know either. aiyah i got nothing much to post, nothing much to update, i think i got azillion things to do cos i only finished one xmas card,  T.T dieeee. and presents to get. omg feels like i got alot of things to do but got no time cos i wasted too much like now cos i wake up damn bloody late at 3+pm. omg so screwed can. i freaking wasted my holidays instead of doing constructive stuff. haven been out much though! though friday was :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KBOX WITH TH+SANDRA+CHERYL! hahah so fun to shout and scream and irritating the next door. started off with marina slamming us with no promo no package no student price 18++ for 3 hours and after all the charges adds up to 26.50!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then while we decide what to do/where to go cos its like so freaking ex we met sieweng liqin and yuting! what a small world! and all to meet outside kbox heheh. its been long since i met all of them! oh then decided to go suntec instead cos can sing longer. spamming all the shen mu yu tong at the end :D and i went home with a really bad sore throat. and the banmian was so not tasty can! the noodles are like never ending, hard, salty. bleh. ever since the one near kallang stadium moved i never found any better ones. where are you~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then talked until 10 O.O ohman we have 2 weeks plus with 4e before we move on with year 5, bidding farewell to our mates and of cos CHUA okay i dont think you read this but omg 4 years no more liaoz. and th ): and everyone else of course. and im like starting to forget people and stuff its really badbadbad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i really look forward to gatherings and everything else, haiya, all good things come to an end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna shop and get those &lt;$20 things cos im cheapskate and all=.= i really need bottoms rr. and im going broke soon spending way way way too much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i want to watch bolt and chihuahua and sing more k. okay dont think can sing k anymore this year, but i wanna watch bolt and chihuahua. i wanna watch movies online. i wanted to finished alot of dramas online like hotshot, corner with love, bu liang xiao hua cos i keep missing the episodes. and i nolonger have the patience to wait and to chiong 17 episodes a day.  rrrr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GIVE ME ONE MORE MONTH OF HOLIDAYS PLEASE. I PROMISE I'LL ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST AND WAKE UP EARLY TO DO MORE THINGS, PLS PLS PLS DONT TAKE TIME AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i rmb primary 2 i learn in a ke wen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;亲爱的小朋友，时间一去不回头，你们读书要用功。嘀嗒嘀。lol. lmao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay byebye. i need to do something productive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7490539457240580715?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7490539457240580715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7490539457240580715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7490539457240580715' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3815452393204502931</id><published>2008-11-29T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:08:38.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a few posts ago i was just talking about things being coincidental, but lol, i only knew how things/bloodties (whatever) can be so coincidence, well its all happening all the same day next saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was angry for my family not being invited, but not like we invited them in the first place so we're equal now, and its been what, years since we last met and years since you contacted other than asking for moolah. well i hope you've stopped now, if not you're just gonna make me dislike/hate you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come to think of it, in actual fact it doesnt concern me anyway, right. whatever, why am i so uptight about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and again, just a while ago sis came and showed us the wedding photos, i tell you its damn nice lah! im not flattering my own sister but omg everything so pretty, the decorations, the gowns , the backgrounds and everything else! damn nice hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and mum just had to mess up my room messing everything else and just doing everything without asking me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fffffffffreak. whats with my moodswings, getting affected by anything so easily. and now im like close to slamming the keyboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whalao what tell me clear after next sat, what chinese new year, im like close to tears now. i feel so, moodswingy, pmssy and screwed. feel so not respected or whatever, you dont even ask me for my permission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you treat me like the way they treated them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever,fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3815452393204502931?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3815452393204502931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3815452393204502931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3815452393204502931' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-1730549628611861245</id><published>2008-11-29T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:56:11.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha i like this font. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got my pay! $99 only=.= abit little, but if divide by $6 means i worked 16.5 hours! not bad! cleared my shopping debts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pissed off with packing as usual, taking much longer, but now there is a bigger walking space and yup cleared more stuff but kept even more stuff, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woke up with a damn weird dream about many people in swimming pool/beach bobbing up and down. i say, dreams are the opposite of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling a little cheated, but wells since i've already known it, i dont need it in words either, getting this sense of 'betrayal' from you, i couldnt help but feel ____ for myself. in both ways i guess. wonder where's mine. or when is it. and even if it is, idontknow what i'll do, and i dont know how and i dontknow what the hell im talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aiyah, omg one more week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-1730549628611861245?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1730549628611861245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/1730549628611861245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#1730549628611861245' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-4869791641572403336</id><published>2008-11-26T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:11:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;long time no post, wonder who visits this blog anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was bloghopping around and coincidentally chanced about the word 'coincidence', hardly believed it, but so what if i do, been seeing it everywhere be it some launching of some collection also stated so. i was supposed to have long forgotten about it, well i think it still lingers around my subconscious mind, i really wonder, but nope i dont think so. and now i see the link, with the place i hopped to, i wonder again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone's been around the world, US, UK, Korea, Japan, Hongkong, Taiwan, how i wish i was just somewhere else, not here. cant compare, well, things and just everything else gets different, give me the moolah and once i have the money i'll travel around the world, in eighty days rofl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, its holidays? busy with packing, (not really) but haven got my dress for the quite big day, and hearing about the damn funny 'activities' im so gonna rofl. ohwells, its next saturday aint it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what should i call this, a long post which im trying to sound cheem and lie to myself, hopefully one fine day when i chance upon this post again i'll not understand what im trying to say. aiyah whatever, i dont make sense hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think im spending alot of money already. oh was packing and chanced upon letters and gifts and those little notes, yea i keep them in this box and reread everything, those were like written to me 2 years ago? seemed so far, and then i saw this stack of pop notes and basically everything else, aw, things i miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont know if i got anymore chance with them, but for a moment i really missed training, be it with the cadets or just as a std1 or std2, talking about how time flies, im like seventeen next year, actually, 5 more months, and aiyah, last time we just moved here and now we are moving back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;been feeling so pmssy these few days, and i've got a perfect remedy, that is, to SLEEP. aiyah i just feel better the next morning/afternoon i wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ending off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-4869791641572403336?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4869791641572403336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/4869791641572403336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#4869791641572403336' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7789081318530513459</id><published>2008-11-16T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:04:30.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway, double post of the day cos i really hate bull, who destroys everything when BULL appears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL'll (omg so many L's) be really nice to you and be really casual trying to find out stuff and bang you when you're not looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you freaking asshole bull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; why do i feel like the odd one out &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7789081318530513459?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7789081318530513459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7789081318530513459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7789081318530513459' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3602744059937165551</id><published>2008-11-16T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:01:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont feel like posting about prom/grad night yet. but words to describe it are like. FUNAWESOMEWONDERFUL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to siyun's house to get ready and stuff. stupid joyc came so late =.= brigitte and her heels-.- and regina came to help us with makeup and hair. siyun and regina were marvellous:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, spent pretty long there and jess came and gave random comments, and joyc mentioned about feimiao's sister jiang fei hua in a pretty casual matter. but started the hysterical laughter=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cabbed down to prom! hahaha before that were like saying brigitte looking slutty in a good way and then siyun changed we totally O.O, i feel like a bimbo lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea when we reached only damn few people there. and then oli came and we all wowed. like she totally looked like a rich taitai, all her clothes from her mum lol except she wore her heels in a pretty unglam way. and more people appeared, having many expressions when we saw different people like wow she's so pretty! i like her hair/dress/heels. or OMG HER MAKEUP. or wth are those people wearing. and OMFG TH JUST SAID BYED TO ME ON MSN. and i almost cried. D: ah so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, after that more 4e people came and took many more photos. and eventually got to go in, it was dark! grabbed some fun( in fact 2 sushi + 3bacon) then caused me to cook instant noodles for supper later on cos i wanted to watched the class videos for mr sng, our class, uhm. anyway then walked around, and decided to go up. and all games started like best dressed/promking/queen/sunshine/longestbreath/and couple/oh and sexiest voice. hahahahah. feeding baby with cold milk rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then somehow idk how i won a pastamania voucher :D was still sighing that i was s046 and not s043 but then there was no s043 so they picked out my number i was still stoning till alisa told me, and panicked alittle and yea. i was scared i would fall on the stage or smth lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway then yea more music and went to the floor and partied/dance/jump while the people danced on the stage, ap was so shy and cute lol. and yea the 10mins extra was like a total gift man. then yea had to leave, so the 4 of us went to the front bar counter and tried to act drunk and as an usual customer. and then sam came around hugging us, oh did i mention she won the sexiest voice award! she sang bubbly without the music omg. and yea bolong and the sexyback which i think he had enough training during level camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and waited outside for the 4e people and met eugene and we went to vivo, it felt a long long way, while brigitte siyun oli took off their heels lol, i struggled hahahaha. and yea finally reached the rooftop saw sieweng and her friend and yea chiong towards the rooftop and took of heels and it hurt like hell. idk why but after awhile it was abit numb and i couldnt clench it like a fist but i didnt fall and i always forgot i was in heels and i ran alil. but yea seeing everyone so relieved when they reached the steps, able to remove heels. and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took group photo and talked abit sang abit, this lil boy called eugene who ran and fell,and then played truth or truth and it was damn funny and amazing o.o i shall be mean and share everything here. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you bothered highlighting the above, you are so kpo okay, me ish not this kinda person okay. im not like, lets call this person, BULL. who's like =.= and =.= anyway back to the post, i think there are 2 kinds of people who highlighted it. 1, &lt;s&gt;random&lt;/s&gt; kpo person who wants to know 2) the people who were there yest thought i spill anything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was fun but i had to leave, shouldnt have called dad to come so early. who knows, this might be like the last time we are going to meet D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'll miss 4e D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4E has got to be the greatest class i've ever been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3602744059937165551?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3602744059937165551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3602744059937165551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3602744059937165551' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8497656997626071410</id><published>2008-11-13T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:33:15.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in a really awful mood.&lt;br /&gt;feeling abit emo about stuff, that i kinda lost all mood.&lt;br /&gt;lost in an area of noise and yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone were 'flashing' very last minute-ly. weird as it seems.nil and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trying to sound very profound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and count the time, for the cong to melodise. followed by antijam and no more lil creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abudadadaabudadada. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and acted rashly.oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8497656997626071410?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8497656997626071410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8497656997626071410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8497656997626071410' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3352511916499297768</id><published>2008-11-07T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:57:41.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;IM SO BROKE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$9.50 Cafe Cartel&lt;br /&gt;$9.90 Sis stuff&lt;br /&gt;$16.0 Daiso&lt;br /&gt;$6.00    Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;$0.95 Sprite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total: $42.35 omgomg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, maybe only things from daiso are like meaningful, but well i dont think i have the time and im lazy tonight. My ideas keep clashing with people and i want something pretty unique, but i dont think i'll finish in time but i'll try, if not letters, another day? perhaps via email. well i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;been craving for pasta since godknows when. but anyway met th at plaza sing today and had brunch! my second time and cafe cartel, the place is quite big, but in a sense its pretty squeezy. and i was really, really full. and as usual, i finished the drinks first=.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then shopped around, looking at shorts/pants etc. trying to find a decent pair but was lazy, or dont feel like spending, in the end got sis more badtz maru stuff, hey next year when you go japan you better get me more hellokitty okay. almost went crazy at this sanrio shop, okay not exactly crazy, but how nice it is to work there lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually, daiso was so much better, tried to find stuff to get and yea spent quite alot, dont know if i can finish on time since im still lazing around, but i'll try. and i havent got my pay, omfrg have to wait till next week im so broke okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay watched lakeview terrace. or was it lakeside terrace? i'll give it uhm 3 stars, cos didnt have much climax until the end, and there some things unsolved and its just a crazy and random show. aiyah okay lah, it isnt a bad show so just no comments, but i bet dragon hunter would be better. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;practically went crazy at daiso. hahaha. so much things to get lol, give me about 50 bucks daiso voucher (dont give me cash i'll keep it) i'll love it to bits and i'll give you chipster original. what a great deal right, say you love cha! dont cha?! okay cha cha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, you can get me camera too, like a digital one, cos mine uhm okay lazy to repeat but you get what i mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay lazy! headache, oh did i say i walked until got 4 blisters=.= okay havent yet but it hurts, i feel like playing basketball :D oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3352511916499297768?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3352511916499297768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3352511916499297768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3352511916499297768' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7100292096668804398</id><published>2008-11-05T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:47:19.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i feel happy :D or rather, really happy. im smiling as im typing this lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm okay shall just talk about today, shall be long winded :D memories ma. if not will forget one leh, if not how to have photographic memory, for those who took chinese o levels today, rmb the passage about this person keep letters and cards etc, okay abit no link but aiyah whatever i dont know how to relate. okay hotmail's having moodswings cos it keep hanging, didnt feel like using the bee-eye-tee-*-* word cos me is so uhm not crude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay then was olevels usual chionging and stuff, was with brigitte in the morning and sandra forgot to bring her dict thanks to brigitte who brought 2 exact same e-dict and that saved her life and her mum wants to treat her. and some other guy who was nice enough to bring 5 dictionaries. anyway then went up, omg so crowded (okay you can ignore these few paras, cos what happened today is replaying in my OH SO WONDERFUL MEMORY. hahahah) and then waiting and checking my seating arrangement. and yea jess joyc and siyun appeared, booing us from either sides, and audrey nudging me and yea this disgusting think she damn high class irritating invigilator DOESNT KNOW HOW TO SAY EXCUSE ME, she just pushed her way through and pushed liqin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay then uh exams and i think the barcode thing is damn cool and and i wrote very lil for zuowen, i only wrote a freaking 3 pages and its so crappy and repetitive and i contradicted myself, cos i disagreed but i aiyah whatever, pissed off now with WHAT SOMEONE JUST SAID. WHATEVER LOL. TOOBAD. okay back to the point and yea okay im pissed off and tired and cold now, go straight to waiting and chatting in canteen, and seeing cheryl and maur filling in application forms. and ah reminds me of sad stuff and thinking of punching people and making sure we arent scam and regretting not to thank tony stella jenny. D: and aiyah, just gonna rot my holiday away, not doing anything productive, not earning money and ah wrkjlgjerkle. and then finally set off for vivo when the rain was smaller, while yuting waited for sieweng, then on the way we were talking about politics like obama and the other guy and debating who's better and what not. and when we finally reach, angell came and join us and yea the bus came and we sat on the train, okay before posting i read many people's blog but no one posted as much as me, and not as crappy duh, and more straight to the point, but wl got people read meh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;talked about prom and eugene's slipper colour and 20 years later, 9 years later, the nov people's birthdays, th taiwan trip and yea, then reached, while the other 6 were talking pretty loudly. then oh forgot to mention maureen kept complaining and saying that she wanted to eat sakae cos according to alisa, they sort of lower the price? or was it added new stuff to the menu, but most of us being broke, when we reached there we kinda scrape off the idea. hahaha. and yea decided between subway and kfc and i think smart people knows which i chose, i dont mind kfc, but i'd prefer subway, if i go kfc i'll eat? and if i go subway its subway melt for sure, okay anyway when i go kfc i'll eat cheesy meltz student meal, and have been eating footlong with alot of people, the other time dunkit with sandra, during the second subway session with jess and feimiao at toapayoh, and the fareast with brigitte and today with sandra again, i think all ate subway melt and with parmesan bread, not too sure about alisa and ap cos they ordered later, cheryl shared with th, sandra shared with me, bolong shared with maureen and alisa shared with ap. wl our bread looked kinda flat maybe cos i didnt add too much stuff, okay i only added mayo and we were the only ones with large meal. im shui3 tong3, ops should be shui2 tong3. will be explained towards the end. haha. then bolong and maureen ate until very disgusting, and cheryl's abit dirty and im like normal okay! then talked about pri school houses, bolong's sch has like the weird hard to pronounce + cheer french names and my school very ulu, but i think now quite famous hor, and talked about my maths genius club haha, the science club and all the im a young _____ ist badge, i love astronomer and mathematician, then talked about sports day, omg taonan is so cool they have like sea and land, so cool can! and yea more primary school stuff, angell left after collecting her stuff, eugene ate somewhere else and yuting sieweng went to eat at macs, after everyone's done we went to change and set off, bought the normal pass with sieweng alisa and ap and then went in and took the tram. EE SIDETRACK ABIT, THE CHANNEL U 11PM NEWS JUST TALKED ABOUT LIKE SAY IN CHINA GOT PEOPLE BECOMING OBESE, LIKE ONE OUT OF 4, THEN THEY SHOWED ACUPUNCTURE AND THE PERSON LIKE LUAN LUAN POKE ONE LOR, THE FATS MOVING VEYR INTENSIVELY. oh yea and sadly th left cos she had piano. im very broke leh dunno why. spent alot of money. oh today canteen stalls all not opened except drink stall that sold egg sandwiches but put pepper=.= okay keep digressing cos really my brain got alot of things, and my memory rocks hehehe. mm then yea dint bring slippers, but okay, not so bad so the ground not too hard or what not then started playing in a circle cos not courts, but after a while got courts, got these group of people paying behind us and somehow their ball keeps dropping into our court, well not so polite afterall, i prefer the girl lor she is damn polite, and these group of bengs with like disgusting coloured hair, like the red guy, and they were smoking! and then at certain point of time they said they smelled root beer?! and mr tay omg=.= and there were 3 uhm peacocks isit? haha okay im rmb pri sch always say as proud as a peacock! okay nvm then yea the 3rd one was damn nice, oh talking about this before that alisa was like counting every time we hit, giving motivation and with her funny chinese accent and sometimes english accent, she was hence called da shen, and later on obasan. and she got totally distracted by the cute baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yea play and were all looking forward to rootbeer/slurpee/drinks. took some photos, waiting for ap to upload on her ljjjjj! and omg i accidentally pressed smth and when i backspaced my post was gone! but thank goodness blogger got the save now thing, if not im so not gonna post again. or rather a slipshod one lor. and yea, played and wash up and left, almost couldnt go up the tram but nice people decided to squeeze, and some even alighted. okay then reach 7eleven, was deciding to get small gulp or big gulp, but big gulp only 30c more so i got big gulp, and i drank coke only. and was beginning to get bloated from 80% and down. they say i cannot finish lor, but some have seen howfast i drink so haha, anyway talked about chinese while in the tram and hearing ap speak chinese, oh she pronounced bolong in a weird way and they were trying to give him some english name like george, tommy, nick, jack, timothy, and whatever else. okay back to chinese, i didnt use any profound words in my compo lah, its so short and crappy and aiyah i mentioned before. then by the time we reached the last escalator, going to the mrt place, the one with super ex prommish dress, just before that i finished already :D *grins from ear to ear* oh i feel so proud of myself=.= but really leh! after drinking didnt feel all bloated but just now 9plus was watching tv i kept burping and burping and more burping. then took train home with the rest, talked about prom stuff again, cheryl almost sat on me=.= yuting took to dhobyghaut, and then was telling bolong about consequences of going vj. lol. he doesnt know where is the cc=.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay then home and now im home posting this, OH YES WHEN I REACHED HOME I LOOKED AROUND EXCITEDLY FOR MY PHOTOS DEVELOPED, BUT COS THE FILM HAD SOME PROBLEMS IT JUST DIDNT GET DEVELOP. IM SO EMO CAN, I HARDLY TAKE PHOTOS WITH PEOPLE ONE LOR. AND YEA ALL GONE AND GONE AND GONE AND FOREVER GONE. mum doesnt let me get a digi cam and ahekrjreljg. omg all my photos gone, wl so precious can. my first few photos from my own cam and it has to turn out this way, so irritating. damn it lah. pissed off emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye, im off to slash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[edited] omg this post 1532 words leh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7100292096668804398?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7100292096668804398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7100292096668804398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7100292096668804398' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-6878746627621798963</id><published>2008-11-03T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:38:40.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;stayed at home to rot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then had a pretty 'long' chat with siyun and tzuhsiang, gosh how i miss those times and i hope they would last, but well everyone knows things will start to fade~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i wonder if some things should be kept unsaid? or should i just 有话直说. i dont know, or even so, i need to find the right time, like maybe after everything ends? so maybe i wont feel awkward after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;you make me wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;omg they rhymed!&lt;br /&gt;but bear in mind,&lt;br /&gt;i was just joking alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ROFLMAO. my recent poetry. hohho. comeon, im shakespeare the second, we were born on the same date, (different years, LIKE DUH).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohkay just realised tomorrow i'll be alone at home again=.= how bored, or maybe i can go and study chinese. or emo my day away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sighsighsigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-6878746627621798963?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6878746627621798963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6878746627621798963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#6878746627621798963' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-3936307476584346626</id><published>2008-11-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:44:34.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;feeling very stuffed up =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you really dont know, or are you just being indifferent? kinda deleted that whole draft cos it seemed pretty useless anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why does it seem that, the happier you get, the worse i get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-3936307476584346626?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3936307476584346626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/3936307476584346626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#3936307476584346626' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5421396725793006135</id><published>2008-11-02T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:29:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;spent my day rotting at home D: kinda sucks D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh then was arranging the wedding invitation cards hahaha. and slotting in and folding, lol no of course im not writing. and checking stuff and OMGWTH I REALISE PROM'S IN LESS THAN 2 WEEKS TIME! okay not really prom but a grad night but hey, i havent got my dress, okay maybe i'll get the one i already had but its kinda booooring. and OHOHOH my sister gave me 2 different vouchers, free hair treatment and free manicure and pedicure, who wanna come with me :D kinda having second thoughts but...HAHAHAH. feels kinda gay but, ALL'S AT FAR EAST! and oh O level's in another day or 2, cant seem to get myself to mug and just lazing around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cleared some clothes outta of my room and threw some stuff, beginning to throw la stuff as well hahaha. but the pile in the room doesnt seem to decrease its height at all D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;playing around with photos and oh went to develop photos just now! hope they turn out okay and i hope that day when i opened the cover the film aint exposed if not im so gonna kill myself. MUST START GRAD GIFTS SOON! and am really owing stuff or people owing me stuff, owe bday presents, money and stuff oh shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feel like going fareast again, but you know =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5421396725793006135?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5421396725793006135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5421396725793006135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5421396725793006135' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7287848520791105961</id><published>2008-11-01T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:35:50.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hmm, seeing people posting about 4e stuff, i feel really weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;havent started any part of the grad gifts, but was briefly going through in my mind what i would say to different people, suddenly there was a surge of emotions. all the memories, 2 years, not too long, neither is it too short, but enough to contain memories to last, for a long long time. (omg what a nice sentence LOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;come to think of it, its been really fun, and as many of them had said, we are a balanced class. and weird/gay/funny stuff i did with different people, certainly, are the things i wont forget. i like the times when we went singing hahahah, not only that and yea many more. felt really touched when cheryl kept saying she loves us. i wonder, when would i ever have this chances to enjoy myself so much again, especially the next 2 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yea, things have been changing. havent really felt the weirdness, i miss the times when i used to be the first few to reach class, turn on the lights, (and brigitte faster push the blame to me when i didnt on the aircon=.=) listening to people complain about how sleepy, how tired. suddenly i feel like playing basketball, i remember there was just this once where almost half the class were playing ball games, be it volleyball or basketball. it's a nice feeling to see your class dominating the courts, haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its less than 15 days to grad night, less than 2 weeks to commencement day and 4 more days to Os OMG I HAVENT STARTED ANYTHING. anyway, who knows if we'll get to meetup during the hols? everyone would be like scattered over the different parts of the world, imagine this, you have a map in front of you, and you have the person's head on different countries, and if they are flying you can see them flying from lets say singapore to uhm korea hahahahahha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah feeling all so emo, with many many things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the feeling of being forgotten, is terrible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7287848520791105961?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7287848520791105961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7287848520791105961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7287848520791105961' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5579091284492206631</id><published>2008-10-31T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:46:34.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;was rotting at home, playing with photoshop and yea looking at photos taken on the last day of school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was being very sad cos i was rotting at home when POOF goodnews dropped down from the sky. i think sometimes im pretty much uncontactable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway went to bathe and went to take bus 135 to teoheng hohoho. met th at the bus stop then met with sandra and cheryl inside. at first was 2 hours and definitely it was not enough, sang another hour then we sort of haggled the price and yea but we got cheated of a few minutes lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sang in all sorts of tune, very low, very high, shouting like mad, singing random stuff. hahah, the high songs are a must-sing! hahah yea was sososo happy and sososo fun. ohman can we have another one pleasepleaseplease. before someone flies to taiwan for one month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay shall end here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was reading ap's blog. maybe i should feel happy for what i have, afterall my life isnt THAT bad, and i have ... okay cant be bothered. but anyway, must learn to let go of certain things, shall try to develop the photos soon 'develop' omfg hahaha. feel like uploading photos but all not mine and already uploaded so yea. nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5579091284492206631?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5579091284492206631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5579091284492206631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5579091284492206631' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-6473576488061930065</id><published>2008-10-29T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:13:28.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today was pretty much the last day of school. no no no emo post as im kinda tired and the last day of school hasnt really sink in, as much as the fact my money got stolen i also cant believe it. i mean yea, not whining anymore, hopefully can earn all back tomorrow. hmm these facts dont seem to sink in yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;before recess and stuff wasnt feeling that much, only during flag raising th and bolong gave us notes and the very unique keychain inside got styrofoam balls that i cant stop playing with, pretty much contributed by joyc and siyun. omg why i keep typing pretty much =.= okay nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feeling starts sinking during spring cleaning, when th took out her camera, and yea spastic photos of me hahah, hey i think its been really long since i used the word spastic. okay anyway, yea pretty much (omg pretty much again) taking VERY VERY RANDOM PHOTOS, people like jessica and brigitte trying to &lt;s&gt; slack &lt;/s&gt; remove the label on the wall, and then jess tried to protect the green noticeboard, then me th and jess take damn lame photos in front of the board and then taking pictures with the rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had chem omg on the last day of school,  chinese olevels practises pretty much (omg used it again) deprived us of the time interacting with whatever time is left, what now, chem? had this really strong sense of panic within me as i saw brigitte signing around everywhere, then finally it ended and yea more pictures here and there, i guess about 20+ walked to 100 busstop, yea okay shant use 'P_____ M___' shall use very, mm very happy, though not all got to come but yea, still fun, but the more the merrier! and rememeber the after prom thing, hahahha. yaye. then anyway tried to take pictures with more people (most of the girls) but i still missed a few AWW. and many were laughing at my camera LOL like whether it can be used and sandra thought it was a TOY. and yea, then took bus then it was so squeezy, talked as usual, and then alighted spent pretty long deciding what movie, when we finally decided the movie, we realised golden village somehow changed student price to normal price (that is 7.50) please. and yea that stupid Ma*** was like giving us this pissed off face. then collected 1.5 more from everyone else and bought tickets! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;someone suggested shuffling and yea waited for the rest to buy finish their stuff from seven eleven then took out tickets and then bought popcorn and yea off we go, we entered pretty slowly cos only then we wont be able to see the ticket of the person in front of us. thought i was sitting at 9 cos it said 9 but that was the cinema number =.= then yea, so i was 1, oh lucky not horror, wanted to watch coffin, anyway it was pretty exciting! okay the below order shall be kuped from joyc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the order; from the left:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chanel&lt;br /&gt;2. Maureen&lt;br /&gt;3. Bowen&lt;br /&gt;4. Liren&lt;br /&gt;5. Pingteck&lt;br /&gt;6. Joyc&lt;br /&gt;7. Yuhding (Seeeee I saw his ticket and I'm like hahahhaha.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;9. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;10. Alisa (Yuanhao)&lt;br /&gt;11. Yuanhao (Alisa) They exchanged seats.&lt;br /&gt;12. Kangsheng&lt;br /&gt;13. Siyun&lt;br /&gt;14. Bolong&lt;br /&gt;15. FeiMiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yea, all the fun stuff, i think its abit draggy but i was okay cos my bladder wasnt bursting hahahah, like the other time for death note 2 i finished my drink and pop corn at the beginning =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha, okay, then bought dinner and watched cheryl and maureen 'quarreling' hahah. then went to the rooftop? to eat and jess left soon after and continued talking/crapping/gossiping. and learning weird things about people stroking legs OMFG, and people shaking hips? behind others' chairs WTH. and ahh yes all the crappy stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then at 7plus we all left, was fined 20c cos according to the mrt person they didnt record me exiting =.= then took purple line all with siyun bolong kangsheng yuanhao. oh man reminds me that this is one of the last few times going home with siyun and bolong D: time passes really really fasts, feels like no longer where almost everyday going home with siyun bolong. and not long ago i was in the same room as jess and siyun learning about the wildest facts. rofl. and then in the library on a tuesday discussing stuff. and last year, on the last day of school was having stress tournament with brigitte tzuhsiang yuting sandra and bolong, where i emerged as overall champion hohoho. but yea, that was last year, so long ago, not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hais. freaking msn keeps screwing up. whklgjerkjgekrljgrelk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;doesnt feel like holiday, does it? doesnt feel like school has ended, does it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;turning senior high soon, seems pretty tough, whatever it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll miss 4e.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-6473576488061930065?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6473576488061930065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/6473576488061930065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#6473576488061930065' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-8256610055399532182</id><published>2008-10-28T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:36:35.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;am SHITTING pissed cos my money got stolen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm maybe now not as angry, but xin tong leh! i mean okay compared to the rest who got their gadgets stolen mine doesnt seem much but still alot okay, i mean, screw you you SHITTING thieves, hope you screw you exams you end up being road sweeper and eat shit for lunch and your life gets so SHITTING screwed that you end up in gan hua yuan and you future is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some peoply just dont learn, until they get their very punishment, the very day where you kneel down and plead, soaking with tears and remorse, reflecting on what you should NOT have done, coming up with words like PLEASE,GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE, I'LL LEARN, I'LL CHANGE, I'LL RETURN THE THINGS OH WHATEVER JUST SHUT THE SHIT UP. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i dont know if screwed up SHITed up people like you come to me and beg me for mercy, kind me might forgive you lor. but i  seriously seriously hoped its someone i dont know at all. dont make me feel all disgusting about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay decided to be more uhm, proper in my words so i am going to replace vulgarities with hmm, shit? no, uhm, okay nvm SHIT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yea and on a side note, its the 2nd last day of school and you are still biased against me. giving me that cold attitude, giving me that face when i mentioned something lame, constantly putting me down. thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCREW YOU MAN, HOPE YOU/ALL GET DISCOVERED, SHAME SHAME SHAME ON YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-8256610055399532182?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8256610055399532182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/8256610055399532182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#8256610055399532182' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-2309494167985389661</id><published>2008-10-25T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:28:42.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my 300th POST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shall celebrate it with some boom. And I shall try my best to start every sentence with caps. Haha. Anyway, my blog is really boring without pictures. Since its my 300th post, shall beautify my oh-so-dull-and-hardly-anyone-reads blog. You wonder what kind of pictures I'll put since I dont take photos. You're RIGHT! Spamming this post with many many photos from the past. And indeed, I do find individual pictures of myself, and some, I cropped them out. Okay enough of the crap, here're the photos. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh wait a minute, should I save them for my emo post for the last day of school? (That's if I'm gonna do it) Nah, I'm not really gonna keep you in suspense for so long, shall post them :D Oh my god I really don't know what am I typing, okay, this is a very bad reputation for my 300th post, to be nonsensical and doesn't make any sense. I've only 4 photos here. Eh better than nothing okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SQM6sJUoHaI/AAAAAAAAA50/VBzXZD0m-rk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261113319789960610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SQM6pCKY_iI/AAAAAAAAA5k/g8b54IbArYE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261113266328370722" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SQM7S06SA5I/AAAAAAAAA58/Rs-cJbNB8Y0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261113984325649298" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SQM6nhO90OI/AAAAAAAAA5c/JGPKwp4HNHs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261113240309321954" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nr14BtaRwbo/SQM6rHpcZQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hTa1aF50o38/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261113302160532738" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LMAO.  Hahaha, I am so famous CAN! Okay, I think only 2 people will discover this post so I'll let it be. Watch out for more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man, I'm ending my 300th post, BUT don't worry, I'll edit it as and when I can, HEHEH, to beautify it ma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-2309494167985389661?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2309494167985389661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/2309494167985389661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#2309494167985389661' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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/_nr14BtaRwbo/SQM6sJUoHaI/AAAAAAAAA50/VBzXZD0m-rk/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-7254050812832677916</id><published>2008-10-25T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:56:08.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;back from walking around amk, ah haven got prom dress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haven bought stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feel so tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss the wantonmee at heeren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yest when we were going home i saw the juniors having training. i miss those times training them,running alot, panicking. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seem like all these times are so, far away. and in a blink of an eye, sec 4 life is almost over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-7254050812832677916?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7254050812832677916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/7254050812832677916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#7254050812832677916' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5431121580842466737</id><published>2008-10-22T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:01:00.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hahah just read th's blog and realised we sound kinda retarded doing the same thing, eating the same thing everyday for 3 days. find toilet, buy food, go back gate, wait for 100 hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its been fun so far, calling damn alot of people. talking to strangers. and then i found out that my prischool's first principal mr sam wong went kranji primary?! and mrs lim went to north something in yishun, and yea the principals amd vice principals change already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i keep talking to machines/machines talking to me, and i listen to all sorts of 'hold' music, be it those kind that people usually play on the piano, or some random chirpy one. and get directed here and there, having dunno how many people telling me to call tomorrow/send again/will look into it etc, no one interested lol, and i got a pretty nasty one telling me that exams are over they have no time, very busy. oh =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;having this weird feeling on my left hand after holding the phone for too long/bending it, had to use right hand today, its like the whole hand will go numb. and sian tomorrow got chem and chinese. ALL START WITH C. and shit i haven chosen my subject combi. screwed. HIST? PHYSICS? CHINESE? ah yes, im really desperate, my chines is better of the 3 but i think it might not be useful. note i didnt day useless lol, but my physics and hist suck, like ALOT. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah, sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5431121580842466737?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5431121580842466737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5431121580842466737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5431121580842466737' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13106120.post-5630173168044889274</id><published>2008-10-21T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:41:19.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;whoo more fun more uhm people today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its been fun experience, but sad to say you know those people answering phonecalls in the school general office, they are like kinda mean and rude you know. and then i saw my primary school totally change the principal and viceprincipal ROFL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yea, people have been counting down, and its like uhm 6 days according to the people around me?! i haven really got s gift for everyone, and dont know what to get for everyone else. aww man, and i've got not much time left since we STILL HAVE LESSONS like CHEM=.= MATHS PHYSICS and lo and behold. CHINESE ugh yea how intense man. ohnooooo haven made anything yet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay cant really be bothered to post more, cos th just showed me this 'crappy' blog hahaha. okay byebye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13106120-5630173168044889274?l=iamsiewmai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5630173168044889274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13106120/posts/default/5630173168044889274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsiewmai.blogspot.com/index.html#5630173168044889274' title=''/><author><name>evildeeds</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></entry></feed>
