<?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-6669924132497854349</id><updated>2011-09-17T03:12:32.302+08:00</updated><category term='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SJhQR6ypAcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SJdwQZdWP9E/s1600-h/Photo+510.jpg'/><title type='text'>Something You Won't Ever Forget</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4335631686284760921</id><published>2009-07-05T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:16:21.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, blogger isn't working for me. New/Old blog:&lt;a href="http://samuu.livejournal.com"&gt; http://samuu.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4335631686284760921?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4335631686284760921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4335631686284760921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4335631686284760921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4335631686284760921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-and-jacq-being-absolutely-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2049109522658757610</id><published>2009-06-30T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:13:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After A's, i'm going to do something to make my life awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2049109522658757610?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2049109522658757610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2049109522658757610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2049109522658757610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2049109522658757610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-as-im-going-to-do-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-6583192450475753290</id><published>2009-06-08T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:43:28.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love not having to go to school. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-6583192450475753290?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6583192450475753290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=6583192450475753290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6583192450475753290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6583192450475753290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-not-having-to-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5170972181305201195</id><published>2009-04-30T22:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:59:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So nationals are over and i'll no longer be able to use swimming as an excuse to worm my way out of lessons. From today onwards, i'll have to do my tutorials and go for lectures like everyone else, but unlike everyone else, i'll have to go for make up lessons before and after school. Dammit! I think i'm going to miss how we'll just be hanging around the sports school, relaxing or doing warm ups till we see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7IOxtRNgI/AAAAAAAABfM/St3Nf8NQwbs/s1600-h/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7IOxtRNgI/AAAAAAAABfM/St3Nf8NQwbs/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331919165040178690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then head to the other half pool to continue with what we were doing. &lt;br /&gt;After that, we'd go back to the bleachers and do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7JPAJ5egI/AAAAAAAABfc/A4LH6-wxSbs/s1600-h/IMG_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7JPAJ5egI/AAAAAAAABfc/A4LH6-wxSbs/s320/IMG_4146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331920268429982210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7JO3XY2zI/AAAAAAAABfU/TSW-5qyl68I/s1600-h/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7JO3XY2zI/AAAAAAAABfU/TSW-5qyl68I/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331920266070645554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every once in a while, someone would come straight from school to cheer us on and give us support. It would look a little like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7J57N30qI/AAAAAAAABfs/EFrdWVVIRhY/s1600-h/IMG_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7J57N30qI/AAAAAAAABfs/EFrdWVVIRhY/s320/IMG_4170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331921005838848674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7J5hCqGmI/AAAAAAAABfk/fW5Z5RJR9I0/s1600-h/IMG_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7J5hCqGmI/AAAAAAAABfk/fW5Z5RJR9I0/s320/IMG_4167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331920998812490338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all too soon, it would be our turn to report for our event. So we'd go off for our race and we'd do it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7LWOMXRWI/AAAAAAAABf8/N0HPKn2cS5Q/s1600-h/IMG_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7LWOMXRWI/AAAAAAAABf8/N0HPKn2cS5Q/s320/IMG_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331922591480759650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7LV4pN-4I/AAAAAAAABf0/Uj868_h_KEw/s1600-h/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7LV4pN-4I/AAAAAAAABf0/Uj868_h_KEw/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331922585696205698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with all that thrashing about in the water, we got hungry, really really hungry. That's why we went for dinner as a team at New York x2. When we got there, we had to wait for the food so we tried to kill time by doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7NPLGWhBI/AAAAAAAABgM/8bIW6nnTE1M/s1600-h/IMG_4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7NPLGWhBI/AAAAAAAABgM/8bIW6nnTE1M/s320/IMG_4496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331924669414409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7NOn6nzkI/AAAAAAAABgE/unkbBvbDQgI/s1600-h/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7NOn6nzkI/AAAAAAAABgE/unkbBvbDQgI/s320/IMG_4402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331924659969969730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we ordered and the food arrived, we all looked as happy as she did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7NrlLZmTI/AAAAAAAABgU/fkt2L70hyKU/s1600-h/IMG_4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7NrlLZmTI/AAAAAAAABgU/fkt2L70hyKU/s320/IMG_4423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331925157451241778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done eating, we goofed around some more and then we all went home. That was all done on a Wednesday you see, and that means we all had school the next day. Because i loads of catching up to do, a CA the next day and tutorials to complete, a few of us decided not to leave the place too late. Yup, we're that responsible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that' all over, it's time for me to get back into the routine of going to school and getting through it. It's back to reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. 4 more days till i get to open my present. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5170972181305201195?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5170972181305201195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5170972181305201195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5170972181305201195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5170972181305201195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-nationals-are-over-and-ill-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sf7IOxtRNgI/AAAAAAAABfM/St3Nf8NQwbs/s72-c/IMG_4166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2429528812012860128</id><published>2009-04-24T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:01:05.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, this week feels like the March holidays all over again, what with spending nearly every day with the swimmers and not studying or doing any homework. I like=) &lt;br /&gt;I mean, i know it's my A level year and all, but hey, life's not all about studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year at school nationals, i pretty much screwed up both my events. I'd be lying if i said i wasn't disappointed, but it isn't the end of the world either, i'll get over it. Besides, there's still the medley relay and the free style relay =) &lt;br /&gt;Oh, going down to the sports school nearly every day this week has been fun. Be it meeting up at Woodlands to take a bus down to the pool, or going there from school, or even traveling all the way there alone from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Despite everything that's been happening, i'm glad that things turned out the way they did. &lt;br /&gt;You know, the whole thing about not knowing 'what could have been' and all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2429528812012860128?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2429528812012860128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2429528812012860128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2429528812012860128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2429528812012860128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-this-week-feels-like-march.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8482130982258565903</id><published>2009-04-21T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:25:14.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You guys are the best! Thanks=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8482130982258565903?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8482130982258565903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=8482130982258565903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8482130982258565903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8482130982258565903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-guys-are-best-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4378405457995189838</id><published>2009-04-19T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:50:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Hi 5 says "you lose your heart, i'll lose mine". I didn't think Hi 5 could sing songs that had such romance laced in it. Oh right, just in case you were wondering, i only know the lyrics because Kat(she's my 2 year old sister) insisted i play that video over youtube like a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll blame her for not letting me get my work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4378405457995189838?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4378405457995189838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4378405457995189838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4378405457995189838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4378405457995189838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1607906585467524300</id><published>2009-04-18T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:41:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never Enough</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? Just one more session on monday and i'll never have to train again. I'll never have to carry my bulky pull buoy and shoe bag to school, or waste my time after school waiting for time to pass before leaving for the pool. Neither will i have to cross the overhead bridge in a hurry to catch the bus to the pool and become all sweaty and disgusting, or brisk walk from the bus stop at toa payoh all the way to the pool and become even more sweaty and disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;After monday, i'm going to miss meeting up with the rest before going for training, just sitting around at the grandstand, canteen or the piano at the foyer. I'm going to miss the feeling of getting out of the pool after training, and packing up after bathing before going out for dinner. I'm especially going to miss those on times that we go out on fridays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bittersweet feeling i guess. I remember how i wanted so badly to quit the team because i didn't think i'd be able to take the training. I hated the sessions so badly and how they kept me up at night because that feeling of dread was so intense. Although i still don't look forward to swimming, i definitely don't feel as strongly as before. The people there are too awesome for me to feel that way towards it. =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Seiw6aea4zI/AAAAAAAABe8/F1zlbCy7yOA/s1600-h/n730291958_2215726_2001477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Seiw6aea4zI/AAAAAAAABe8/F1zlbCy7yOA/s320/n730291958_2215726_2001477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701076951425842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss hating training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1607906585467524300?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1607906585467524300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1607906585467524300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1607906585467524300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1607906585467524300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-never-enough.html' title='It&apos;s Never Enough'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Seiw6aea4zI/AAAAAAAABe8/F1zlbCy7yOA/s72-c/n730291958_2215726_2001477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2996067988872367909</id><published>2009-04-12T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:13:54.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this happened yesterday and all, but never mind, better late than never. Right? Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Aloy! &lt;br /&gt;I hope we managed to surprise you=) the look on your face was classic and i'm glad i hauled my lazy ass down to see it for myself, instead of just relying on videos and photos. Anyway, here's one (i didn't take any of my own so i stole one of christine's. i hope you don't mind). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SeHlTSvFNRI/AAAAAAAABew/H5JwaK0coyU/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SeHlTSvFNRI/AAAAAAAABew/H5JwaK0coyU/s320/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323788354138223890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. It's going to be a drag, what with starting off the week with double GP and all. This week, remedial, extra lessons begin; this week we have tests and piles of homework to face. Then there's nationals in just two weeks. Gosh. I would really wish for April to fly by, just like how this weekend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Easter=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2996067988872367909?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2996067988872367909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2996067988872367909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2996067988872367909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2996067988872367909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-this-happened-yesterday-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SeHlTSvFNRI/AAAAAAAABew/H5JwaK0coyU/s72-c/DSC01568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5048992753052627050</id><published>2009-04-09T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:20:56.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;Very disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5048992753052627050?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5048992753052627050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5048992753052627050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5048992753052627050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5048992753052627050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5290348784360632047</id><published>2009-03-31T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:27:14.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, during SD, we were asked to fill in a pink piece of paper with our scores for the common tests. I didn't have any trouble writing down whatever needed to be written down but after i was done, i looked at what i'd written down and it i got a huge shock. I knew i'd done pretty horribly before today, but i think i never really occurred to me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; badly i'd done. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's what people would say it was a 'good wake up call'. Right now, the memory of that piece of pink paper and how awful it made me feel is still fresh in my mind, and maybe that's why i feel the urge to hit the books(or in my case, a huge pile of notes) and bury my head in them like i should have done long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye social life, hello life with books for friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5290348784360632047?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5290348784360632047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5290348784360632047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5290348784360632047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5290348784360632047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-during-sd-we-were-asked-to-fill.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4648949142295817336</id><published>2009-03-23T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:41:04.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL. TERM 2. TODAY. STARTS. HOLIDAYS. OVER. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4648949142295817336?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4648949142295817336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4648949142295817336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4648949142295817336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4648949142295817336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/03/school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8243470152060417720</id><published>2009-03-17T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:22:41.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KD7Hw71I/AAAAAAAABeo/rLQ56X3aVKI/s1600-h/17032009698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KD7Hw71I/AAAAAAAABeo/rLQ56X3aVKI/s320/17032009698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314188254079151954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KDmDy-bI/AAAAAAAABeg/uZ0oN4nJWIs/s1600-h/17032009699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KDmDy-bI/AAAAAAAABeg/uZ0oN4nJWIs/s320/17032009699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314188248425363890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KDocDzHI/AAAAAAAABeY/bKvKljfUmZ0/s1600-h/17032009709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KDocDzHI/AAAAAAAABeY/bKvKljfUmZ0/s320/17032009709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314188249064000626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KDQsPtyI/AAAAAAAABeQ/I1Ni-XlnQyc/s1600-h/17032009718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KDQsPtyI/AAAAAAAABeQ/I1Ni-XlnQyc/s320/17032009718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314188242689439522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimmers=) They're an awesome bunch of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up early today to eat and then study(yeah, that's what we were doing in the first 2 pictures) before training. It wasn't necessarily the most productive study session, but work was still done. Training was hell today. Seriously, this time i'm not exaggerating. But despite that training-from-hell session, we still made it a point to have dinner like we always do. Only difference this time was that we didn't stay at toa payoh, we ventured to a place beyond that. We went to Marina Square. We filled our tummies and then went to the grass patch and relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. A few rounds of Truth or Dare ended off the night nicely. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we've only parted about 2 hours ago, but i miss the swimmers already. Good thing i'll be seeing them in about 8 hours from now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8243470152060417720?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8243470152060417720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=8243470152060417720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8243470152060417720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8243470152060417720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/Sb_KD7Hw71I/AAAAAAAABeo/rLQ56X3aVKI/s72-c/17032009698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4968870747110579097</id><published>2009-03-13T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:04:33.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes when i'm blogging, i feel like i'm having a monologue. But it's ok,i have fun talking to myself. I guess blogging's for the self-obsessed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's awesome now that CTs are over. No more waking up at 3 in the morning to cram because i didn't start revision earlier, which was stupid of me. I regret not putting in more effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was really great! The class had lunch at Sakura at Far East (just so you know, it's sells thai food, not japanese). After that, we split into three groups. Majority of the guys went to play LAN, a few went to shop and the rest of us girls, including me, went to watch a movie. It was quite funny how we went to Lido, then Cine and then finally, to Great World just so that we would have something to do. We watched Benjamin Button (pronounced Bar-nn haha). I loved the movie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training just a while ago. Swimming isn't fun, but the dinners after that more than make up for it.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4968870747110579097?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4968870747110579097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4968870747110579097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4968870747110579097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4968870747110579097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-sometimes-when-im-blogging-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-556797808032715540</id><published>2009-03-04T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:36:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we ran and we ran some more. After that, we walked, and then we walked some more. Now, my feet are sore. Haha but it's all good. =) From today onwards, the track will never intimidate me again! (Yeah right, haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-556797808032715540?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/556797808032715540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=556797808032715540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/556797808032715540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/556797808032715540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-we-ran-and-we-ran-some-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5664523504693286264</id><published>2009-03-02T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:39:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be like Miss Havisham. I want to be able to stop time. I don't care if it's just an illusion i use to delude myself. Because honestly, everything' s moving too fast and i can't keep up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5664523504693286264?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5664523504693286264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5664523504693286264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-be-like-miss-havisham.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5946759117039446184</id><published>2009-02-25T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:27:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh mannnn, it's late and i'm not done with homework. Yeah, you're probably thinking that i should put a sock in it, stop complaining and get down to work. You know, i'd do that, really, i would, but for some reason, i don't feel like doing that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's the season of lent(i think)! That means i have to be on my best behavior. No bitching, no gossiping, no bumming around, etc. It's not going to be easy and i know i'm definitely going to stumble along the way but that's ok. Every time i make a mistake, i'll just have to kick myself and remind myself not to be such an idiot again. Haha i'm going to be in such a sad and sorry state at the end of this. But it'll be all worth it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5946759117039446184?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5946759117039446184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5946759117039446184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5946759117039446184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5946759117039446184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-mannnn-its-late-and-im-not-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7580790918409749297</id><published>2009-02-22T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:08:46.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's going to be a crazy one, with the many tests and mountain of homework. It's times like these that i wonder what i got myself into, going to a JC. &lt;div&gt;I don't know how i'm going to get through tomorrow. Right now, i'd give anything for tomorrow to go away, better yet, to never come. I want to go to sleep now and wake up to Tuesday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Oh god, i feel awful. I think it's because i miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-7580790918409749297?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7580790918409749297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7580790918409749297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weeks-going-to-be-crazy-one-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7512852854343972539</id><published>2009-02-21T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:23:05.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, we were such awesome fantastical gothic commoners. Haha yeah, the make up was super thick but pretty gothic i think. Credits to fel! She's really good with that kind of stuff. =) We weren't supposed to be smiling, to play along with the theme and all. Hahaha it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZ9uA3XamjI/AAAAAAAABdI/lY1M7PiRtgI/s320/20022009531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305079847206951474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was right after we changed out of our costumes. Haha i gave myself a fright when i walked out of the cubicle and saw my reflection in the mirror. We had a hell of a time cleaning off the make up. Seriously, it wasn't easy and we didn't manage to get everything off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZ9uBQA-ysI/AAAAAAAABdY/DdhMRaNjA68/s1600-h/20022009548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZ9uBQA-ysI/AAAAAAAABdY/DdhMRaNjA68/s320/20022009548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305079853823740610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZ9uAwXjE6I/AAAAAAAABdA/qk7NWbday2o/s320/20022009549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305079845328458658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Overall, i think we all had fun. Especially when Jacq, Melvin and i went running around the school like scary idiots, looking for good places to take photos. I think i even had fun being bored out of wits watching the rather odd movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Supper at Prata House wasn't too bad either, despite having to wait like, forever for them to take our orders. Haha Justin even contemplated sitting on the tables to get their attention. But when the food came, everyone became happy again and all was forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7512852854343972539?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7512852854343972539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7512852854343972539&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7512852854343972539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7512852854343972539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-man-we-were-such-awesome-fantastical.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZ9uA3XamjI/AAAAAAAABdI/lY1M7PiRtgI/s72-c/20022009531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5827902408826496824</id><published>2009-02-17T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:16:37.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, after a millions of years, i met up with yanyee for lunch! =D Haha even after all this time, you haven't changed a bit! You're still a glutton without a gram of fat and you're still as sweet as ever! You know, i would have taken a picture of the very nice present you gave me, but because i think i look funny in the photos you used, i'm not going to. Haha thanks yan!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5827902408826496824?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5827902408826496824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5827902408826496824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5827902408826496824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5827902408826496824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-after-millions-of-years-i-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5542081870569024810</id><published>2009-02-14T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:03:28.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's from me to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzg7N7vZI/AAAAAAAABc4/Dg4kuc7tkTU/s1600-h/wafflesoapb280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzg7N7vZI/AAAAAAAABc4/Dg4kuc7tkTU/s320/wafflesoapb280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302482252020301202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzgpqHUqI/AAAAAAAABcw/AbyCdQMJ_dU/s1600-h/ss_BKS043067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzgpqHUqI/AAAAAAAABcw/AbyCdQMJ_dU/s320/ss_BKS043067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302482247306662562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzgtsW-iI/AAAAAAAABco/q2-Rkdr0lD8/s1600-h/300_214835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzgtsW-iI/AAAAAAAABco/q2-Rkdr0lD8/s320/300_214835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302482248389818914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes, virtual valentine's day gifts!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-5542081870569024810?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5542081870569024810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5542081870569024810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5542081870569024810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5542081870569024810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZYzg7N7vZI/AAAAAAAABc4/Dg4kuc7tkTU/s72-c/wafflesoapb280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-956005865073595347</id><published>2009-02-13T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:22:37.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I just found this interesting:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;The fear of Friday the 13th is called &lt;i&gt;paraskavedekatriaphobia&lt;/i&gt;, a word derived from the concatenation of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; words &lt;i&gt;Paraskeví&lt;/i&gt; (meaning &lt;i&gt;Friday&lt;/i&gt;), and &lt;i&gt;dekatreís&lt;/i&gt; (meaning &lt;i&gt;thirteen&lt;/i&gt;), attached to &lt;i&gt;phobía &lt;/i&gt;(meaning &lt;i&gt;fear&lt;/i&gt;). This is a specialized form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triskaidekaphobia" title="Triskaidekaphobia" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;triskaidekaphobia&lt;/a&gt;, a simple &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phobia" title="Phobia" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;phobia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (fear) of the number thirteen, and is also known as &lt;i&gt;friggatriskaidekaphobia&lt;/i&gt;. The term triskaidekaphobia was derived in 1911 and first appeared in a mainstream source in 1953.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i don't think i'll ever remember those terms, but you know, it doesn't matter. I just felt like putting that down for like, umm, general knowledge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, today started off pretty horribly, what with me getting up late and missing my bus. Then getting to school and having to go for PE where we had to do actual stuff, like run and jump and hop and walk backwards and do lunges. BUT. My luck changed after a bunch of little green men were magicked my way. Haha i started having fun with the class and then later the swimmers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The J1 swimmers this year are really quite a fun bunch. Dinner at Subway was entertaining(pink lurrvee, eh? haha) and the trip to town with Clarence but without Clarence was pointless but enjoyable nonetheless. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now at home and tired but very much contented. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-956005865073595347?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/956005865073595347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=956005865073595347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/956005865073595347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/956005865073595347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5979884391348555339</id><published>2009-02-11T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:51:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZLI9KtAdLI/AAAAAAAABcg/mlBxTiM0nhw/s1600-h/IMG_0648_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZLI9KtAdLI/AAAAAAAABcg/mlBxTiM0nhw/s320/IMG_0648_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520664539198642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLAAAAAA! Haha this was us, months back. Anyway, I hope you're safe and sound in Australia! I miss you already!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been sleeping later and later and it's getting more of a challenge paying attention and handing in work on time. But it's alright. We'll pull through, we'll push each other=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5979884391348555339?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5979884391348555339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5979884391348555339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5979884391348555339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5979884391348555339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/colaaaaaa-haha-this-was-us-months-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SZLI9KtAdLI/AAAAAAAABcg/mlBxTiM0nhw/s72-c/IMG_0648_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4975207776678054997</id><published>2009-02-07T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:21:53.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED</title><content type='html'>I did so many things today! So many that i think i'll sum up my day in point form.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met Yoke at Bugis. She was on time and i was late because i didn't think she'd be on time. Haha. Oh, Jacq was supposed to be there too but she couldn't make it at the last minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate and studied at Hans for a little while and Yoke used the blanket she brought from home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got hungry after 2hours so we stopped studying and went to eat at Ministry of Food. The ramen was so good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to shop a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the hidden arcade. Haha we played Silent Hill and screamed till our throats hurt and sounded like guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate for the third time. Actually, we didn't eat this time. I had bubble tea and Yoke had some mango sago thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went home. Well, we were supposed to go home anyway. It was about 2pm. See how much we did in such a short time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to meet the Neighbourhood to celebrate PY's birthday. Haha i didn't think i'd be able to make it, but i did!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fel got squashed by an impatient old woman while waiting to pay for something. She waited a really long time in that really uncomfortable position but she didn't get to buy her stuff in the end because she was in the wrong queue. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fort Canning!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX3CAw-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/7Z_zcnoZ7_0/s1600-h/Photo+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX3CAw-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/7Z_zcnoZ7_0/s320/Photo+226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300043379487327202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX02Z5pI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/XW9mW9WR8KQ/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX02Z5pI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/XW9mW9WR8KQ/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300043378901771922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX9JPzQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bEN9GoWWC2Y/s1600-h/Photo+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX9JPzQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bEN9GoWWC2Y/s320/Photo+234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300043381128285442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went home after grabbing a drink/hotdog from 7-11. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me, Freda and Qing bounced because we wanted seats in the train and we had fun talking about stupid things and being stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now i'm at home and i'm going to celebrate my mum's birthday=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4975207776678054997?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4975207776678054997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4975207776678054997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4975207776678054997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4975207776678054997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-so-accomplished.html' title='I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SY2JX3CAw-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/7Z_zcnoZ7_0/s72-c/Photo+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3570669842240244694</id><published>2009-02-04T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:37:58.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Bazaar</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love the word 'bazaar'? I think it's a cool word. Like, you can say 'baaazaaaarr', or maybe even 'baza'. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3570669842240244694?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3570669842240244694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3570669842240244694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3570669842240244694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3570669842240244694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/cca-bazaar.html' title='CCA Bazaar'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7257935979732700367</id><published>2009-02-03T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:30:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAR KWAY TIAO-CKT</title><content type='html'>CKT and teh tarik at Wisma for lunch with Yoke and Nat today! The food wasn't too bad but none of us managed to finish the whole plate because it was just toooo much. Lessons ended so early today that every time we looked at the time, we were shocked to find out that it wasn't as late as we thought it was. That made us happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, we bought Melvin a little something too. Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7257935979732700367?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7257935979732700367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7257935979732700367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7257935979732700367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7257935979732700367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/char-kway-tiao-ckt.html' title='CHAR KWAY TIAO-CKT'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4616192800309517804</id><published>2009-02-01T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:25:04.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went for brunch with Allysa and my parents today. AND LOOK AT WHAT WE FOUND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SYUyDu-bVBI/AAAAAAAAA8A/m1TILVrfipk/s320/01022009488.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695576402121746" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SYUyDZbk_kI/AAAAAAAAA74/1MucZC5r8kw/s320/01022009489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695570618809922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a cat person really, but this kitten was so tiny and pitiful that i couldn't help but feel sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Allysa bought some cat food for it because it look starved. Don't know if we were allowed to do it, but heck. It was in such a sad state that it would have been mean to have done otherwise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SYUvumMaRrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/ZSZZTT4CvLs/s1600-h/01022009489.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4616192800309517804?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4616192800309517804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4616192800309517804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4616192800309517804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4616192800309517804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/kitten.html' title='KITTEN'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SYUyDu-bVBI/AAAAAAAAA8A/m1TILVrfipk/s72-c/01022009488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1625486186024489730</id><published>2009-02-01T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:31:24.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday, the 1st of February.</title><content type='html'>In other words, today's supposed to be really good, because&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's Allysa's birthday, so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;                                                                          HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BRATTY SISTER!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SYR8TtWUupI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/iOVsl5zJlVo/s320/03012009339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297495739727133330" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;      i get to collect my allowance. That always makes me happy. Don't deny it, i know it         makes you happy too!        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunday=weekend=no school=wake up whatever time/do whatever you want. You get my drift. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's supposed to be great and all, i don't feel that way yet. Maybe i'm just tired. Or maybe it's because the sun hasn't risen yet and today just isn't today yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1625486186024489730?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1625486186024489730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1625486186024489730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1625486186024489730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1625486186024489730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-sunday-1st-of-february.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday, the 1st of February.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SYR8TtWUupI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/iOVsl5zJlVo/s72-c/03012009339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-6937671648249271938</id><published>2009-01-30T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:45:18.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i escaped the horror that is mass PE with the excuse of tendonitis and an MC. Again. Heh. I didn't have to walk around the track or run outside school just by saying these magic words, "but the doctor said...". Haha i'm such a slob.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i didn't swim either. I just sat by the pool and did my homework like the good student that i am. Every once in a while, i'd look up to see how the swimmers were doing and feel bad about not being in the pool myself, suffering with them. But most of the time, i was just glad it wasn't me dying there in the pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-6937671648249271938?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6937671648249271938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=6937671648249271938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6937671648249271938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6937671648249271938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-escaped-horror-that-is-mass-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7080304827265489601</id><published>2009-01-29T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:07:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like being home early on a school day, especially when nothing's due the tomorrow. It makes me believe that i can cope with everything life is throwing at me, that i might actually make it through this school year. School, this year, has been a whirlwind of stuff to do, stuff to go to and just.. things.   &lt;div&gt;I miss how we used to take things so much slower, how things weren't taken so seriously as they are now. I miss the days in SJC where we used to sit at the bus stop, missing bus after bus after bus just to chat about everything under the sun and nothing at all. I want to go back to having so little to worry about, taking each day as it came and not planning for the future because we thought the future was eons away, we thought we'd never get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the SR days, where did everything we wanted to without having to think about what would happen to us. We never studied then, never felt the need to. I miss how we'd hang out after school everyday, going home and coming to mine at the oddest hours of the night/morning just because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we wanted to.&lt;/span&gt; The easy friendships that were forged, the way we were so comfortable with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the first year in CJ, where everyone took things so much more lightly. Well, i did anyway. I miss going out almost everyday, hanging around after lessons doing nothing. I don't do that anymore, i just go home now, or for training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i guess that chapter of my life's over. Honestly, right now, like that chapter of my life, i wish this one were over too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's my heart you're stealing; you take; you're dealing with; you'll break&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart you're taking; you're breaking bit by bit; you're dealing with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7080304827265489601?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7080304827265489601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7080304827265489601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-being-home-early-on-school-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-189967682816020811</id><published>2009-01-27T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:32:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum's on her way to Australia now. It feels odd not having her around. I prefer it when she isn't away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's a video i've been watching/listening on repeat for a really really long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgx81jIXh78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgx81jIXh78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-189967682816020811?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/189967682816020811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=189967682816020811&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/189967682816020811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/189967682816020811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/mums-on-her-way-to-australia-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5690087688610558860</id><published>2009-01-26T10:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:22:24.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>From me to everyone,&lt;div&gt;I HOPE YOU GET LOTS AND LOTS OF ANG BAOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i went over to one of my aunt's place last night to go have some family dinner. I got bored so this happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d9TRNBqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_pKQnZbOcow/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d9TRNBqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_pKQnZbOcow/s320/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421675839227554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d9ME01_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/jQG1SWy3fuc/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d9ME01_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/jQG1SWy3fuc/s320/Photo+32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421673908262898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d88P36jI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ek999bbwNFo/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d88P36jI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ek999bbwNFo/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421669659634226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d8vLNI2I/AAAAAAAAA64/_Sya1E-U1IU/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d8vLNI2I/AAAAAAAAA64/_Sya1E-U1IU/s320/Photo+44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421666150392674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d8phAOvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-saPdJFBwLE/s1600-h/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d8phAOvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-saPdJFBwLE/s320/Photo+46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421664631208690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dXT7jPZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/gyyYybg44as/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dXT7jPZI/AAAAAAAAA6o/gyyYybg44as/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421023181815186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dXDpsxWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/OkOq1zhVIww/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dXDpsxWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/OkOq1zhVIww/s320/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421018811975010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dXMNasxI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8eBWWXdvuYQ/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dXMNasxI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8eBWWXdvuYQ/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421021109269266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dW4_XLWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/74eBCW5joAc/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dW4_XLWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/74eBCW5joAc/s320/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421015950044514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dWo9KniI/AAAAAAAAA6I/NZByGZdyAJ8/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0dWo9KniI/AAAAAAAAA6I/NZByGZdyAJ8/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295421011645865506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5690087688610558860?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5690087688610558860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5690087688610558860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5690087688610558860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5690087688610558860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SX0d9TRNBqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/_pKQnZbOcow/s72-c/Photo+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4742062455966926024</id><published>2009-01-23T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:07:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have no idea how good i feel after not having to study, or worrying about not studying, for one whole day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today started off pretty well. Went for mass with Melvin and Mark and got ourselves two Goldens each(Note, today's oranges were not oranges even though they're known as oranges and are orange in colour. They were Goldens). Anyway, after the mass where Melvin kept insisting the Goldens were spray painted that colour, we watched the CNY concert in the PAC (haha PAC *wink wink*). The concert wasn't the most awesome thing, but it had it's funny moments and i'd say it was good enough. Oh yessss, we learnt something from the skit put up by the drama people. We learnt that rolling oranges/goldens into a room symbolized wealth rolling in, SO we rolled our Goldens into our homeroom. T04, WE'RE GOING TO BE RICH THIS YEAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after that, we went down to the canteen, to out designated seats. I tell you, the table we got was so isolated from the rest of the world! We were like, tucked into a little corner in the canteen. But i guess it wasn't too bad. We still had fun using the other table that nobody else used, doing the louhei and yumseng thing before anybody, eating the really good food prepared and brought by the class and watching Fel dance and sing in dialect for Bro. Paul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that, i went down to Charlene's place again. Spent most of the afternoon lying on her bed, snacking on all that unhealthy stuff and watching videos. Oh, we ate chicken wings too. They were yummylicious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES! I MET UP WITH QING AND FREDAAAA=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just awesome seeing them again! Walking around like idiots, talking/bitching about people and things(haha) and basically just catching up. I don't think i've laughed so hard for a really long time. I'm glad we didn't cancel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, no time to think about anything awful today. How awesome is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4742062455966926024?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4742062455966926024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4742062455966926024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4742062455966926024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4742062455966926024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-have-no-idea-how-good-i-feel-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1524477122013900100</id><published>2009-01-20T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:12:00.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at home waiting for my parents to come pick me up for the PTM that starts at 7.45 tonight. It's 7 already and their still somewhere not very near home having dinner. I think i might be late. Doesn't matter, really. They can't do anything to me because i'll be with my mum. Heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 15 minutes ago, i realised i got ready to leave home a little too early. So to kill time, i called Denise into my room and this is what we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvtRYg4SI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1ahtDqM6uG8/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvtHB6W3I/AAAAAAAAA54/snqOjK_PW14/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvtHB6W3I/AAAAAAAAA54/snqOjK_PW14/s320/Photo+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293330126559927154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvs3vKUAI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yGuJmgrfvbk/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvs3vKUAI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yGuJmgrfvbk/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293330122454749186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvs-qypFI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FbYfz-THYXU/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvs-qypFI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FbYfz-THYXU/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293330124315468882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvskn33OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/3lGA6l8WAOg/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvskn33OI/AAAAAAAAA5g/3lGA6l8WAOg/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293330117323906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, just in case you don't know how old she is, i'll tell you. She's 13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, dad picked me up after school today to go see the doctor to get me shoulder checked. Turns out, i got my first sports injury! I pulled/strained a tendon in my shoulder. In my opinion, it's pretty cool. Not just because i get to miss training for a week, but because i actually got injured while doing something athletic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHT. Parents are here and so off i go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1524477122013900100?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1524477122013900100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1524477122013900100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1524477122013900100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1524477122013900100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-at-home-waiting-for-my-parents-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXWvtHB6W3I/AAAAAAAAA54/snqOjK_PW14/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-6746397755609928212</id><published>2009-01-19T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:17:29.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>has been a tiring but rather fulfilling day. &lt;div&gt;I'm happy with myself for not giving up and really thankful for the people who refused to let me give up=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-6746397755609928212?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6746397755609928212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=6746397755609928212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6746397755609928212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6746397755609928212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-6412771947940667142</id><published>2009-01-16T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:05:36.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXCdD8aL3CI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/L1aT3K5vv6U/s1600-h/Photo+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXCdD8aL3CI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/L1aT3K5vv6U/s320/Photo+87.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291902253241457698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the much-anticipated Friday is finally here. Awesome! I'm going to spend my whole weekend doing things that are absolutely NOT school-related. Don't get me wrong, i don't hate school, it's just that i like things that have nothing to do with school more, at this point of time. &lt;div&gt;I'm aware that i haven't been mingling with the class much, these past few days. It's not because i don't enjoy the company(i do enjoy it), but it's just that i can't get myself to join in. I hope it's only because i'm tired and nothing else. I hope it's not because i've drifted from anyone, i hope it's not because i just don't want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, it's a different matter with i'm with the swimmers. I don't feel like not joining in when we're in the same room or sitting at the same table. Maybe it's because it's a smaller group so there isn't much choice, maybe it's just the people.Hopefully, i'll figure myself out soon. But in the meantime, i'll do my best to not be a spoilsport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i have to blog about this. On wednesday, the class did the sweetest thing for me (and Melvin). They surprised us with a birthday cake and a present each! I got a float, or as Heidi calls it, Floatation Device, which i used after training. Oh, before throwing it into the pool and myself after it, the guys were being disgusting, making sick comments as i blew up the float. The photos of me and Cola playing with the thing aren't with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thanks T4, for all that=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY. Xiu Wen popped by CJ! It was really nice seeing her again after such a long time. I'm glad she came down=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-6412771947940667142?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6412771947940667142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=6412771947940667142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6412771947940667142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6412771947940667142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-anticipated-friday-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SXCdD8aL3CI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/L1aT3K5vv6U/s72-c/Photo+87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8404976352087990680</id><published>2009-01-15T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:22:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucks.</title><content type='html'>I don't like this but i'm going to pull through. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8404976352087990680?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8404976352087990680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=8404976352087990680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8404976352087990680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8404976352087990680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/shucks.html' title='Shucks.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2305003641262487494</id><published>2009-01-11T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:04:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short little post before i dive head-first into that pile of homework that i have yet to do. &lt;div&gt;You know, i planned to start this year off well. Like, get all my homework done before January, or at least before term started, but no, didn't happen. I'm rushing through it now, just a few more hours before school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2305003641262487494?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2305003641262487494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2305003641262487494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2305003641262487494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2305003641262487494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-short-little-post-before-i-dive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4743796512910821892</id><published>2009-01-10T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:19:54.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a good mind to switch back to livejournal. Not because blogger has failed me in any way, but just because the people i've been spending time with are using it and somehow they seem to be having more fun using that than i am using blogger. If i eventually give in, blame it on peer pressure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon i went over to Charlene's place again with the intention of collecting my stuff and then going straight home but my plans got mixed up when we decided to go for lunch together. In a way, i'm glad i didn't go straight home. As always, i had an awesome time just hanging with her at her place talking about everything and nothing. Oh, i learnt how to crochet a little. I'm not good at it, in fact i'm far from good, but it's better than not knowing how to at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4743796512910821892?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4743796512910821892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4743796512910821892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4743796512910821892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4743796512910821892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-got-good-mind-to-switch-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7564326818660958116</id><published>2009-01-06T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:56:07.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night at Charlene's</title><content type='html'>I just can't get enough of Charlene. That's why i'm staying over at her place again! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's what i'm going to tell her anyway, to make her feel good. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, after gobbling up mountains of food last night while scaring ourselves silly with a few episodes of Supernatural and nearly wetting ourselves watching Whose Line Is It Anyway, we went to sleep. I'd say that was an awesome end to an awesome night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we woke up bright and early in the afternoon today, we cabbed straight down to the HP place near Ikea and picked up her laptop so that we'd be able to have our IKEA MEATBALLSSSSSSS! Let me tell you, the soup and meatballs were awesome! Because we ate so much, we grabbed a trolley and pushed it around the place. We pushed, we put stuff in the trolley. We pushed, we took stuff out of the trolley. And then we cabbed back to my place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my place, we looked through about a million photo albums and took out a few photos. I packed more stuff for tonight and then left to buy some stuff and then went back to Charlene's and nowwww, we're doing THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN-_Fzko0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ezgHnXos_CE/s1600-h/Photo+133_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN-_Fzko0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ezgHnXos_CE/s320/Photo+133_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210009818440514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN--xfaW_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/-d-PL8bj0M0/s1600-h/Photo+129_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN--xfaW_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/-d-PL8bj0M0/s320/Photo+129_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288210004365171698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN--bwC4AI/AAAAAAAAA5A/BVDuXZ9fopg/s1600-h/Photo+121_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN--bwC4AI/AAAAAAAAA5A/BVDuXZ9fopg/s320/Photo+121_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288209998529355778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7564326818660958116?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7564326818660958116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7564326818660958116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7564326818660958116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7564326818660958116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-night-at-charlenes.html' title='Another night at Charlene&apos;s'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWN-_Fzko0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ezgHnXos_CE/s72-c/Photo+133_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8088560407812576015</id><published>2009-01-05T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:17:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at charlene's house nowwwwwww. Haha we've been looking at old photos and now i feel all nostalgic and stuff. The photos are so pretty that i'm never going to show them to anyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're going to be baking a cake in a while but we're going to cheat. We're going to use.. something special. After we go all domestic and stuff, we're going to be animals. We're going to pig out on all that food we bought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, because i'm going to be busy, i have to go now. Besides, it's rude to do this while she's watching me do it even though she pretends she isn't enjoying watching me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWIWQr2RiwI/AAAAAAAAA4g/20Jlu6CjECQ/s1600-h/Photo+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWIWQr2RiwI/AAAAAAAAA4g/20Jlu6CjECQ/s320/Photo+103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287813388390468354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWIWQFT_-2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4HDUarDsENE/s1600-h/Photo+115_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWIWQFT_-2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/4HDUarDsENE/s320/Photo+115_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287813378046163810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8088560407812576015?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8088560407812576015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=8088560407812576015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8088560407812576015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8088560407812576015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-at-charlenes-house-nowwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SWIWQr2RiwI/AAAAAAAAA4g/20Jlu6CjECQ/s72-c/Photo+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2219737347761693259</id><published>2009-01-04T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:23:46.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two days ago, i turned 18. I remembered and so did many of you! For remembering, thank you, for sending me all those really nice birthday wishes, i thank you again=) You guys are the best!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending loads of my time hanging out with my cousins and family just playing cards, going for supper at 2am and just talking about how we all were, years ago. It's been a long time, too long a time in fact, that we've taken time off just to spend time with each other. I'm glad we were able to do this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a human bean, we're peaple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2219737347761693259?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2219737347761693259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2219737347761693259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2219737347761693259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2219737347761693259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-days-ago-i-turned-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5978484971752275233</id><published>2008-12-31T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:38:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Once again, i'm a little early but let me wish you a&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, i've got folks over at my place, sipping champagne and eating cheese. They're nice people so why am i taking cover in my room, you ask. Well, i don't have the answer to that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5978484971752275233?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5978484971752275233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5978484971752275233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5978484971752275233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5978484971752275233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1049930539552149626</id><published>2008-12-24T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:23:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i'm a little early, but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazel's christmas party was awesome=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1049930539552149626?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1049930539552149626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1049930539552149626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1049930539552149626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1049930539552149626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/awkward-silences-uncomfortable-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5531252490256539993</id><published>2008-12-17T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:06:10.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite sounding like a total brat in the previous post, going on about how i didn't want to go for swimming and stuff, training was actually alright. That doesn't mean i had an easy time though. Haha i had trouble washing my hair because my arms were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after training, i went down to Parkway Parade to visit Heidi at the Chocz counter where she's working miserably at. So yeah, we said hi and chatted for a bit while she sorted out some stuff(that's when i got a piece of very yummy chocolate for free). Went for dinner, which comprised of drinks only because we weren't hungry, and walked around the place a bit. Returned to the counter and chatted a bit more UNTIL. Until our ears picked up this awful sound. We looked, saw and realised! The sound was made by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A JO&lt;/span&gt;! Next to her was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome how we managed to bump into each other that way, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were happy to see each other, so happy that we made so much noise. We made so much noise that Heidi's boss scolded her and made her chase us away. But not before we bought some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gingerbread men&lt;/span&gt;! The three of us, who are unemployed decided to go walk around to look for Christine's present for her party thing tomorrow and for Jo to look for a dress for Hazel's party. I learnt three things about Jo from this experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will not wear a tube&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will not wear a dress with a ribbon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a fussy dresser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Interesting huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, i'm back home now, safe and sound and very comfortable. Because today was so good, i think tomorrow will be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5531252490256539993?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5531252490256539993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5531252490256539993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5531252490256539993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5531252490256539993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/despite-sounding-like-total-brat-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8739685152222978765</id><published>2008-12-17T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:25:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Met up with Hazel yesterday! We agreed to meet up to study but, you know, things don't always go according to plan. They hardly ever do(haha). We did some planning for her Christmas party and it was fun/funny! We marched into NTUC, we were on a mission, each equipped with pen and paper, minds sharp and hands ready to take down whatever needed to be taken down(the price/kg and the brand). We were like detectives, accomplished ones. And then Hazel bought her dinner from Subway and we went home.   &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;I have training today and honestly, i'm not looking forward to it. In fact, i'm dreading it. Just the thought of getting into the pool makes me feel awful. I think i want to drop out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8739685152222978765?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8739685152222978765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=8739685152222978765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8739685152222978765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8739685152222978765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/met-up-with-hazel-yesterday-we-agreed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3290972592502687905</id><published>2008-12-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:19:40.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's good to be back! Malaysia with the family for a week was awesome but really, there's no place like home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking to a few someones right now and i realised i missed out on quite a bit. But not to worry! I'll catch up soon enough. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired and i have to watch Barney with my sister now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3290972592502687905?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3290972592502687905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3290972592502687905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3290972592502687905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3290972592502687905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-good-to-be-backmalaysia-with-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5159739352570455121</id><published>2008-12-03T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:15:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of right now, Heidi, me and my sister(i know i'm supposed to say my sister and i but i don't want to) have pretty brows. We got our brows done at Little India. Just so you know, the threading hurts like, only a lot, but it's totally worth it. Until you realise they've grown out again and that you have to get them done again. &lt;div&gt;So after getting ourselves pretty brows, we decided to look for pretty earrings. We headed to bugis(because it's really close) and bought cheap earrings that are likely to fall apart/get lost after a week or so. For some reason, Jacq was around the area and we met up. We spent a good part of day sitting around at the doughnut place not eating doughnuts and talking. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Patrick's church camp thing tomorrow. I think i'm in trouble. My body's killing me, you see. When i climb up/down stairs, my legs tell me to kill myself so the pain stops and when i reach up, my arms tell me to chop them off so they don't have to feel the way they do. How this happened you ask me? Well, i'm in the sorry condition because my mum made me go to Fitness First with her to attend some group sessions with her. I actually tried yoga. For all those idiots out there who didn't know yoga's shit tiring, it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ease the aches, i'm going to pop some Usana pills(because my dad says it'll help and i'm desperate enough to believe him) and rub some muscle-ache gel thing on me. Hahah maybe i'll go overboard on the gel and get my skin burned off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5159739352570455121?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5159739352570455121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5159739352570455121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5159739352570455121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5159739352570455121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-of-right-now-heidi-me-and-my-sisteri.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-9153363754139128408</id><published>2008-12-01T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:06:54.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spent the entire weekend with my family. Like, all 48hours of it. It was nice to finally catch up with them. I haven't been spending much time with them prior to that weekend, you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So anyway, the weekend's gone and my parents are back at work, my sisters are over at my grandma's place(to be baby-sitted/baby-sat). That means five whole mornings of waking up to an empty house and five lonely afternoons by myself at home. Then again, it's nice to have the place to myself. I quite enjoy the peace and quiet. (Notice i said 'quite'. This is a hint for you to ask me out before i bore myself to death. Oh and i'm not referring to anyone in particular.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-9153363754139128408?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/9153363754139128408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=9153363754139128408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/9153363754139128408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/9153363754139128408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-with-family.html' title='Weekend with the Family'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7993598876711601819</id><published>2008-11-28T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:37:21.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post-Batam Days</title><content type='html'>have been spent with the dear people of 1T04. The day after we came back from Batam, we watched a movie, played board games and went to the library. The day after that(which was yesterday), we went prawning in the evening/night. Today, we went for a cheap lunch at some Sumo place in Ang Mo Kio, then to the arcade for a little while and then to the Charles &amp;amp; Keith warehouse sale with Justin and Hazel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awesome=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS_l52qpuII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/KX6RfKWwbfI/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686470763853954" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7993598876711601819?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7993598876711601819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7993598876711601819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7993598876711601819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7993598876711601819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-batam-days.html' title='The Post-Batam Days'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS_l52qpuII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/KX6RfKWwbfI/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2254759633305816042</id><published>2008-11-26T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:32:03.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS1PoeWK_gI/AAAAAAAAA4I/yxOV1CGqCDQ/s1600-h/PB240624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS1OHzgi12I/AAAAAAAAA2g/ZRvtStj5kO4/s320/PB220336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272956634713479010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS1OH-uNBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/mL-SeEc6gPE/s1600-h/PB220289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS1OH-uNBJI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/mL-SeEc6gPE/s320/PB220289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272956637723559058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i try to write about the Batam trip, i end up deleting everything. You see, the reason why i do this is because the trip was just so awesome. I don't think i've ever missed a place and the company i had then, do much before upon returning home. Sure it's good to be home but at the same time, but it's awful having to leave behind what i enjoyed so much. Mannnn, so much happened in those four short days. It keeps coming back as a shock, how those four days that i looked forward to so much even way before promos started, are over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the room i shared with Sab, Fel and Heidi was the biggest and nicest of the rooms that our class got, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we had an awesome time calling and hanging up on people with the phone beside my bed, that we scared each other because of the time difference between Singapore and Batam time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it was funny watching Hazel and Jo doing their forfeits for losing at some game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the kids were the sweetest things ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it was fun teaching them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they made us cry when they did their reflections and when we had to leave them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that farming was hardwork,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that through that hardwork we put in, we achieved so much and gave us a great sense of satisfaction upon seeing it completed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we were fed well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we were almost always exhausted when we got back to our rooms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that every shower we took seemed like heaven to us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the stupid things like Xiu's mistaken phone call to the operator and Pat's caressing of his own thigh made us laugh till our stomachs hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Xiu's conversation with us was moving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that trying to stay awake throughout the whole night on the last night was a complete failure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that poor Jacq fell sick on the last day and some of the class took shifts to look after her during the course of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we had funny claps for everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that shopping was cheap and fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we got our nails done for $2 and then ruined them because we were just too rough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; in less than an hour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the company was just the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you all that. But if you were never there with us or part of us, you'll never truly know how great it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS1M_U-P8mI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/uL-IxyDNB9Q/s320/PB220238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272955389565989474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2254759633305816042?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2254759633305816042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2254759633305816042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2254759633305816042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2254759633305816042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/batam.html' title='Batam'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SS1PoeWK_gI/AAAAAAAAA4I/yxOV1CGqCDQ/s72-c/PB240624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3747104224584589815</id><published>2008-11-20T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:05:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started off today bright and early, and when i say bright and early, i mean bright and early, say around 7-ish. When it is bright and is also early. Anyway, had to get up then because i had to go swim. Coach threatened she'd kick us out of the team if we didn't turn up today. After swimming(where only 4 of us were training), i rushed down to school and coincidentally met Jo and Fel on the bus. &lt;div&gt;Ok, i don't know why i'm telling you all that but who cares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batammmmmmmmmmmmmmm! In two days. I'll be doing stuff that will make me have a WFF(warm fuzzy feeling) in my heart and make me feel proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY QING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner last night was fun, It was really fun catching up and hearing about your short guy! Just to show how much i love you, i'll put up a bad photo of you=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SSULQGhm2CI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TRl5KMem4xw/s320/18102007422.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270631310164416546" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3747104224584589815?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3747104224584589815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3747104224584589815&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3747104224584589815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3747104224584589815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/started-off-today-bright-and-early-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SSULQGhm2CI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TRl5KMem4xw/s72-c/18102007422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5521118774314933765</id><published>2008-11-16T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:09:30.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sad how i'm not allowed to stay over at chalets and stuff. Like how i have to leave for home while everyone else talks about staying awake till morning and having wonderful company. Ohhhhh mannnnnnnn. But it's alright. There's always Batam to look forward to! At least my over-protective parents can't say i can't stay over for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the past 2 days at the chalet we booked at Sentosa were awesome really, despite having rooms that were terribly small and shabby. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm glad you got the hint. it's about time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5521118774314933765?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5521118774314933765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5521118774314933765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5521118774314933765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5521118774314933765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-sad-how-im-not-allowed-to-stay-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5422852894549615491</id><published>2008-11-12T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:04:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend and this is what we thought. We rebel to fit in. In other words, we want to be different because we feel the pressure to conform. Yeah, deep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the prawns are still in my freezer. All except for that one lucky prawn that my dad dumped into the fish tank. We expected the prawn to go on a killing spree while we slept and that we'd wake up to a fish tank full of dead fish, but contrary to that belief, the prawn and fish are living quite harmoniously together. No casualties. Yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't know why he risked the lives of all those fish, not my idea. I had nothing to do with putting that prawn into the tank) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5422852894549615491?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5422852894549615491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5422852894549615491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5422852894549615491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5422852894549615491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-talking-to-friend-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3206230856152589327</id><published>2008-11-12T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:34:19.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking around town aimlessly with Yanyee and prawning with part of the class today was just awesome. Well, technically, it happened yesterday but it doesn't feel like yesterday to me yet so i'll just call it today. Oh yes, i'm dead tired from doing all that today but i'm contented=) &lt;div&gt;So anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SRmz83B05FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HjscaPQXnIQ/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267439097331639378" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEIDI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't see you much today, but it's alright. I heard you the whole time we were at the prawning place=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3206230856152589327?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3206230856152589327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3206230856152589327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3206230856152589327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3206230856152589327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-around-town-aimlessly-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SRmz83B05FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HjscaPQXnIQ/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8819604722537113717</id><published>2008-11-10T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:37:22.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First off, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY PATRICK! Hope you had a good birthday=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, i just realised i don't have pictures. Haha oh well, i'll deal with it and so will you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I predict this week's going to be rather hectic for me, but in a good way. So i'm not complaining! For me, the first day of the week is monday, not sunday as it should be. So yeah, this week just started today and today wasn't bad at all! Some of t04 (kind of) celebrated Patrick's birthday. Some of the guys played pool while me and heidi shopped for something we could get the birthday boy. Settled on a small cake meant for only one person and the lady behind the counter gave us a pink candle for the pink cake. How sweet! We think Patrick's secretly happy with the cake and candle. Oh, he ate the cake in about 2 bites. Jusara/Justin has a video. Ask him for it if you're interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW WILL BE AWESOME. I'll be going out with Yanyeeeeeeeeeeeeee/Leah(which ever name you prefer woman). We have a plan. We plan to have no plan with what to do but walk aimlessly around town. And yes, because we have know how to plan, we will go far in life. =) I say, it's about time we caught up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, and i should be heading down to somewhere in Khatib where Heidi wants to celebrate her birthday by catching prawns, cooking them and then eating them. Haha well heidi, if it's prawns that make you happy, we'll spend our evening with prawns then. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8819604722537113717?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8819604722537113717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=8819604722537113717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8819604722537113717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8819604722537113717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2036539979372838271</id><published>2008-11-05T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:30:56.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, i didn't switch on my computer even once these past two days. I just didn't feel the urge to. Sometimes, i surprise myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, PW's over now and the feeling is awesome. After OP on monday, the PW went for dim sum at the Crystal Jade place in Toa Payoh. The company was great, the food was great and the day was great. We were all happy people with happy thoughts. So anyway, after lunch, we went our separate ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that i don't have anything pressing to do like studying for some test/exam or preparing for OP, i feel like the holidays have really began. Of course there's a whole pile of holiday assignments to be completed, but that's always the case so it doesn't to spoil the holiday feeling. Besides, it's still early november. What's the rush? I'll do it some other time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-2036539979372838271?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2036539979372838271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2036539979372838271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2036539979372838271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2036539979372838271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-i-didnt-switch-on-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4274208756747504735</id><published>2008-10-31T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:42:55.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I say, today was awesome. It was so awesome that i think i want give you a summary of what i did today. In fact, i feel like giving a blow-by-blow account of what happened today. So here goes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started off the day with an OP dry run with Ms Ng bright and early this morning. It didn't go very well for me because my slides were a little(or maybe very) messy. So yeah, because the slides were new ones and they were so disorganized, i wasn't very sure of what to say and stuff and i ended up not being convincing or loud enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, on with the what-happened-to-me-today story. Because i had to pay up for the Batam trip, i went out of school and came back in about... half an hour? Oh yeah, it's an incredible feat considering i took the bus on both trips and that i came back alone on the trip back(just so you know, Nat was with me on the trip from school). So anyway, when i got back to school, i hung around Aloy. The rest of the class joined after a short while and we had a relatively good time doing nothing productive in the canteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for a movie later. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The. Movie.Was.Stupid. &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and it was horrible sitting next to Patrick. That hour-and-don't-know-how-many-minutes next to him was agonizing. I wanted to die, or rather i wanted him to die. Hahah Yoke Mun was next to me and she almost broke Sab's wrist which i think, is quite funny. Oh yeah, Christine was screaming weird sounding screams when we watched the movie. That was quite funny too. Because this is my blog and i can choose what to and what not to write, i will not tell people what i did in the cinema. Need to save myself some face you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that very pointless-and-painful-to-watch movie, we went to Wisma to put some food into our tummies. The food wasn't the main point of going there though, none of us really ate like, proper food(i define proper food as rice, noodles or bread). It was just somewhere to sit and laugh till our stomachs hurt. Yeahhh, that part was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i took the bus back home with Patrick, but not before he got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suaned &lt;/span&gt;by the uncle he bought his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; from. Hahahaha serves him right. Oh, i think i'll take this opportunity to tell you that i prefer buses to MRTs and that, even though i like buses more, i don't necessarily like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i got home. I felt reallyyyy lazy and almost didn't go for the Halloween thing. Good thing i got a message from Heidi telling me some stuff that made me, not want to, but need to be there. When i got there, i saw funny looking people and i felt the need to conform and so i gave in to peer pressure and got changed too. Oh, Aloy and Justin gave their very cool wizard hats to me and Hazel and the hats didn't go to waste because we used them! Haha i don't have any photos but if i did, i would have posted some of them. We didn't go trick or treating because it was a little too late by the time we were done eating. Instead, we walked! I guess it was a nice enough walk. We drew lots of attention to ourselves and quite a few comments too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the train back with Hazel after trying to clean off the fake blood on my face. It made my face look like i had a really really bad acne problem but after attempting to clean it off, it looked like i just had very badly applied blusher on my cheeks. Hazel very sweetly volunteered to wait for me to get on the bus before she left for her own home when we got off the MRT. Lucky for us, my bus was already there and so, none of us had to wait=) I guess that helped me end the night in a good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahhhh, today really was awesome and this is an awfully long post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll sleep happy tonight and have good dreams too=)&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-4274208756747504735?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4274208756747504735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4274208756747504735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4274208756747504735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4274208756747504735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7837895526709284653</id><published>2008-10-27T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:19:11.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life should be revolving around PW and chinese now but it isn't. &lt;div&gt;Haha oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7837895526709284653?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7837895526709284653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7837895526709284653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7837895526709284653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7837895526709284653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life-should-be-revolving-around-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7708176587747587019</id><published>2008-10-23T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:37:21.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sappy love songs and rainy days spent at home.&lt;div&gt;It's the perfect combination. It just has this effect of making me feel so contented, so relaxed. Happy. I look at things differently. Like, somehow everything becomes less important and so much more beautiful. I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent sometime in class after we were dismissed because i have no social life. It's funny you know? Like, the period before promos, i made these fabulous plans to go out, to shop, to watch movies, basically, to relax and hang out with friends once promos ended. But now that promos are over, i really haven't done any of those things. I've been passing my time away at home. Not that i'm complaining because i love my home. But you know how it is, i just want to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to what i did after class. I watched Melvin make a fool of himself doing cartwheels, rather, attempting to do cartwheels, and singing horribly to some perfectly nice songs. So after Melvin got tired(thank god he did), the rest of us sang along to some sappy songs that Melvin played from his laptop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's why i'm in this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood &lt;/span&gt;now. The buses took forever to come, but because i was listening to those more-emo-than-emo pop songs while waiting, it made the journey home rather enjoyable really. It gave me time to reflect, clear my head a little. I didn't know cluttered my mind was that cluttered until today's bus rides home. I guess i needed that.&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;You might not think of it this way, but i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have failed in absolutely nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like your friend said, it might be a blessing in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that passage from the chinese compre? The one about the guy crashing his car? He was sour about smashing his car for a while, but after thinking about it in a different light, he cheered up. I guess you've got to be a little like that guy now, however tough it might be, alright? (i hope i didn't misinterpret the compre)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer up alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7708176587747587019?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7708176587747587019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7708176587747587019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7708176587747587019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7708176587747587019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/sappy-love-songs-and-rainy-days-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-65494700664693913</id><published>2008-10-20T18:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:08:04.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i came to school thinking that this chinese mock exam we were going to take would be one of the more important chinese exams. Well, i was wronger than wrong. Haha it was taken so lightly, what with people talking and sharing dictionaries(not that i'm complaining). It was actually pretty funny. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a short break before having to trudge up to class for some intensive PW stuff. This is how we started off the three hours of torture, how we got into focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxjjrvXK5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2IwbnrZU8VM/s320/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259187929549843346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxjkB8KyRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/isbgTPv3caA/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259187935509137682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As usual, Melvin's the ugliest. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkHzvylWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cNN7DvwBvww/s320/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259188550174414178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkIEL9oGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ieSluM4BRS0/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;He's ugly here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkIEL9oGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ieSluM4BRS0/s320/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259188554587545698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fel's best shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkIM0uivI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7uLbWbcH6Xk/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkIM0uivI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7uLbWbcH6Xk/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259188556906007282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkI6zsfnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/egECIH2pQmE/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxkI6zsfnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/egECIH2pQmE/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259188569249709682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxjjKMQdpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wfQ7TtJ5OPw/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxjjKMQdpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wfQ7TtJ5OPw/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259187920544233106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i managed to get on the bus home without missing it today because instead of waving at the bus driver like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone &lt;/span&gt;did on friday, some other person actually flagged it so the bus would stop. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright thennnnn, i think i'll go do draft 2 of my I&amp;amp;R. I'll be having the time of my life. I mean it. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-65494700664693913?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/65494700664693913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=65494700664693913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/65494700664693913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/65494700664693913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-came-to-school-thinking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SPxjjrvXK5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2IwbnrZU8VM/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3287166766738434584</id><published>2008-10-16T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:41:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday HAZEL!&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the very very pretty flowers(i was told mine was a daisy) and that really lovely card=) Happy Birthday MARK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha have fun doing PW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday MS NG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you're a great econs teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday JARRYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim your heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha i never had such fun celebrating birthdays in school before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What with being allowed to blow out only one candle at a time, to watching the guys tau-pok the birthday people, to locking them out of the classroom while devouring the very yummy cake in their faces, to making them do a dance before being allowed back into the room so that they could have some of the left-over cake, to the guys having their revenge by forcefully removing and then locking the girls out of class. Yeah, it was an awesome celebration=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3287166766738434584?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3287166766738434584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3287166766738434584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3287166766738434584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3287166766738434584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-hazel-thanks-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1417221659613713782</id><published>2008-10-13T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:08:56.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School started good and proper today, with actual lessons and all. I think i miss the exam period. I prefer it to having classes and stuff. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh i'm tired. Just thought i'd let you know, in case you might want to. Like, because i'm sure you really care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, i never thought i'd be mugging right after promos. Too bad for me, the unexpected is happening! I'm going to have to get started on my history tutorial soon. I think if i put it off any longer, i'll never get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, today was awesome. Hahahah won't tell you why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is me being secretive) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1417221659613713782?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1417221659613713782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1417221659613713782&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1417221659613713782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1417221659613713782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-started-good-and-proper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-6152332216343762685</id><published>2008-10-09T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:01:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, i don't what you're trying to do or why you're doing this.&lt;div&gt;But if you meant for word to get around to me, well it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you didn't, well. It still did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you're happy now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-6152332216343762685?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6152332216343762685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/6152332216343762685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/honestly-i-dont-what-youre-trying-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7498011731690949649</id><published>2008-10-08T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:58:58.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hug me till you drug me, honey;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss me till I'm in a coma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love's as good as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we say that Brave New World bores us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7498011731690949649?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7498011731690949649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7498011731690949649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7498011731690949649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7498011731690949649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/hug-me-till-you-drug-me-honey-kiss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-287968616217686313</id><published>2008-10-07T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:42:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to school today was beyond pointless. The time i spent traveling to and from school was twice of that i spent in school itself. I don't think it's stupid. Really, i don't. In fact, i think that the current affairs quiz was about the most important thing i ever sat for. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now i'm left with 0.5 papers before i'm done with the dreaded promos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to that ever-so-interesting lit text.&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/6669924132497854349-287968616217686313?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/287968616217686313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=287968616217686313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/287968616217686313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/287968616217686313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-school-today-was-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-2217803161817055254</id><published>2008-10-06T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:23:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0.55 papers more to go and i'm done with promos! Why this odd number, you ask. Well, let me tell you. 0.5 comes from half of a lit paper(it's split up into paper 1 and paper 4) and the other 0.05 comes from the current affairs quiz. Haha it'll be over before i know it. I cannot wait. I really can't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the econs paper, some happy things happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, fel, jo, sab and christine hung out and watched The Ring 2 and P.S I Love You at christine's house. Christine's room is reallyyyyy awesome i tell you. Oh and she fed us too. Haha we had a good time! It was nice being able to kick back for a little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, that didn't really happen and i blame it on the stupid movie. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;stand horror flicks. I think i was covering my face half the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, the movies(however much i hated The Ring 2), the food and the company totally made today awesome. &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;oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-2217803161817055254?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2217803161817055254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=2217803161817055254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2217803161817055254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/2217803161817055254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/0.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4983215916302593755</id><published>2008-10-04T15:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:18:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! No Braces=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYQwqSXUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qt_brGqdtMU/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYQwqSXUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qt_brGqdtMU/s320/Photo+41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253194166570212674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRCSi-CI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ylvH0g6JeTs/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRCSi-CI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ylvH0g6JeTs/s320/Photo+40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253194171302475810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRHt-h8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lBfvEI_H2H4/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRHt-h8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lBfvEI_H2H4/s320/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253194172759705538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRGsgInI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vNIhhB8HSOI/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRGsgInI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vNIhhB8HSOI/s320/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253194172485083762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRCgZ09I/AAAAAAAAAJc/70fUBIMQsJo/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYRCgZ09I/AAAAAAAAAJc/70fUBIMQsJo/s320/Photo+37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253194171360596946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcXbDHsIAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hrIOQPqUmpM/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcXbDHsIAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hrIOQPqUmpM/s320/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253193243812438018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcWj70-1WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qje-xbQiEUI/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcWj70-1WI/AAAAAAAAAIk/qje-xbQiEUI/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253192296962119010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcWkJDpEiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5ZH0AYETqC0/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcWkJDpEiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5ZH0AYETqC0/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253192300513268258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um yeah, i think i got a bit carried away with the photos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but i just couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok bye.&lt;div&gt;I'm going to sit in front of the mirror and smile for.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4983215916302593755?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4983215916302593755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4983215916302593755&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4983215916302593755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4983215916302593755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-no-braces.html' title='Look! No Braces=)'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SOcYQwqSXUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Qt_brGqdtMU/s72-c/Photo+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5468537756644453290</id><published>2008-10-03T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:41:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a streak of very bad luck with phones this year. &lt;div&gt;The phone that i had at the start of the year was an N80 i think. I dropped it so many times that the frame of the phone came out. Let me tell you, it looked horrible. The next phone i had was the K850i(i think) and it got stolen the first day i brought it to school. My parents have since then refused to buy me a new phone(it's the second one i've lost in two years) so i've had to borrow phones from some wonderfully nice people. I remember using my old Panasonic phone but it just wouldn't work after a few hours so i went without a phone for about two weeks. Then i borrowed a Samsung phone from Gab(i will be eternally grateful), and then a Motorola from one of my aunties. Yes, it's the one i'm using now. And yes, it's not working properly either. I think i either overcharged it too many times or drop it too many times. It's horrible. Whenever i try to type a message, the phone just hangs. Oh, did i mention that if you hit the phone, it restarts? So yeah, when it hangs, i'll have to hit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the purpose in me telling you all this? Well, it's to let you know that if you've sent me an sms and i haven't replied, it's not because i don't want to reply you but because i can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, about how i'm doing in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm halfway through with my promos. I had history today and now that it's over, it feels AWESOME. I think history's the paper that we poor historian-wanna-bes mug the hardest for. The minute they started collecting our papers, i grinned like an idiot, or if you want a better picture, think cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. It felt THAT good. So that's that. I have my Econs paper on monday and Lit paper 4 on thursday. I think i'll be grinning even wider on thursday. I'll smile so widely that you won't be able to see my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES, MY BRACES ARE COMING OFF &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; HAHAHAHAH. Yes, it's tomorrow. I know i got the dates mixed up last week but i'm sure that it's really tomorrow now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As wonderful/horrible these things are, it's not as important as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YANYEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you're 17, act it. Hahahah i hope you have fun falling all over the ice today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still my best-est friend ever-est!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5468537756644453290?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5468537756644453290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5468537756644453290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5468537756644453290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5468537756644453290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-having-streak-of-very-bad-luck-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3079335386325965247</id><published>2008-09-28T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:39:27.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll come back in a few weeks.&lt;div&gt;Can't have any distractions now, can i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3079335386325965247?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3079335386325965247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3079335386325965247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3079335386325965247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3079335386325965247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-come-back-in-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7050117977334110453</id><published>2008-09-23T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:24:22.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What was supposed to be a half an hour nap turned out to be a 3hour-long trip to the world inside my head. Haha that's probably why i'm not feeling all that tired yet. So yes, the stress level has risen yet another notch and people, myself included, are be becoming more irritable, are speaking a lot less and frowning a lot more. Oh, the things that exams do to a person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;if it's a broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;replace it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7050117977334110453?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7050117977334110453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7050117977334110453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7050117977334110453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7050117977334110453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-was-supposed-to-be-half-hour-nap.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1832113602734657946</id><published>2008-09-21T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:56:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the panic's setting in already. Like how it usually does just a few days before the 'big day' and you're able to really sit yourself down good and proper and start studying. Yeah, that's probably why i could study at home today. I didn't fall asleep like i usually do, or walk around the house aimlessly. &lt;div&gt;I am now taking a short break because i think i deserve one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, i like my new bed sheet and pillow cases. They're nice and crisp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because there has always been heartache and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when it's over you'll breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1832113602734657946?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1832113602734657946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1832113602734657946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1832113602734657946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1832113602734657946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-panics-setting-in-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7854129255117187999</id><published>2008-09-20T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:37:12.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So today was pretty unproductive like it always is when i study at home. You know how it is. It's just too comfortable and it's possible to do anything without having to worry about what someone might think. So every few minutes, i'll walk out of my room, grab a drink, go back, walk out again to grab some snacks, go back. After i'm tired of doing that, i sit on my bed because i think the chair's too uncomfortable and then i lie down and soon enough, i'll be asleep. &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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't send me flowers when i'm dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Give them to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7854129255117187999?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7854129255117187999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7854129255117187999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7854129255117187999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7854129255117187999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-today-was-pretty-unproductive-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4362216606584824649</id><published>2008-09-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:49:01.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>It's friday but i'm home early. Coooool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More time for me to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4362216606584824649?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4362216606584824649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4362216606584824649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4362216606584824649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4362216606584824649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8019601577795406603</id><published>2008-09-15T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:46:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now isn't the time for me to be thinking of things like these. I should be concentrating on the homework i've laid out oh-so-neatly in front of me, i should be focusing on my Econs case study. I shouldn't let my mind wander off to some other place, something so unrelated to traffic congestions and taxes, subsidies and regulations. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Half the fun is in the chase, the other half is knowing that you have what you want. After that, nothing else matters because you don't care to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8019601577795406603?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8019601577795406603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8019601577795406603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-isnt-time-for-me-to-be-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1236323086484783886</id><published>2008-09-12T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:04:56.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a geek</title><content type='html'>Because honestly speaking, i like school. It's the not liking that makes liking so much better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired and i've got so much to say. I don't think i'll be able to get everything down tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i'll even get anything down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had tests for every single subject i had today. First a 2hour GP comprehension, then the Econs lecture case study test, after that i went for my much deserved break and then went back for math to do yet another test. Once that was over, headed down to Thomson Plaza for some Starbucks with Patrick to relax. I had good company and great music. Thank you=) Don't know why, but Dad was around the area so i got a lift home. I agree, i'm lucky and i'm spoilt. Sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy Coaches' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my wonderful coach and all the other coaches too! The evening/night spent with the swimmers and coach was awesome. I'm glad it turned out the way it did=) We ate, we drank(non-alcoholic drinks from MacDs), we shopped and were merry. Oh, none of us remembered to be annoying, none of us remembered to take photos. Silly us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally didn't intend for this post to be as shallow as it is but honestly, i'm too tire to care. Maybe i should have just left this for the morning or some other time but because i've already written all this, i'm just going to put it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night lovely things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere. with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-1236323086484783886?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1236323086484783886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1236323086484783886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1236323086484783886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1236323086484783886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-geek.html' title='I&apos;m a geek'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7589858853278282414</id><published>2008-09-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:19:14.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dyingggggggggggggg.&lt;div&gt;Hahaha sucks to be me right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7589858853278282414?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7589858853278282414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7589858853278282414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7589858853278282414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7589858853278282414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-dyingggggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1812419452686637090</id><published>2008-09-07T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:40:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Run Into A Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;because we are so frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a headache and this is strange because i have no idea why i'm having it. Or maybe, i do.. Maybe it's because of all that vigorous shaking of bodies i witnessed in Camp Rock(yes i watched it, yes i could have been doing something more productive, yes i'm childish for watching it, yes i'm a loser, yes the dreaded Jonas Brothers were in it, yes you can start pretending to not know me now, and yes i enjoyed watching it). Hahah i am such a geek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be a good day because i say so. Tomorrow will be a good day because i get to socialize again. Tomorrow will be a good day because i think i managed to do most of my work. Tomorrow will be good because will wake up early. Tomorrow will be a good day because of the new timetable. Tomorrow will be good because i made a wish that it'd be good. Tomorrow will be a good day because wishes do come true.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how the littlest things can be the reason for a huge grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1812419452686637090?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1812419452686637090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1812419452686637090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1812419452686637090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1812419452686637090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-run-into-wall.html' title='Let&apos;s Run Into A Wall'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3443179425934154140</id><published>2008-09-06T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:23:31.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Timetable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I like it=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3443179425934154140?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3443179425934154140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3443179425934154140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3443179425934154140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3443179425934154140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-timetable.html' title='New Timetable'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1476267721180030785</id><published>2008-09-06T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:53:07.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahah my two year old sister can now say shit. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1476267721180030785?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1476267721180030785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1476267721180030785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1476267721180030785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1476267721180030785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahah-my-two-year-old-sister-can-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3719968754190179678</id><published>2008-09-06T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:54:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Photos, Memories</title><content type='html'>I have more photos on my wall now and i like that. You know how people say this when they catch you staring at them 'Take a picture, it lasts longer'? Well, i think it's true. The moments won't last, but the memories will, and with the help of photos, they last even longer. Like, i just got some photos developed a few days ago and i had fun flipping through them. All of them brought back different memories, but all sweet ones. I might not have gotten photos of/with everyone, but someday i will. I'll make it a point to do that. I want to remember everyone, be it a dear friend or someone i can't stand. I want to be able to say twenty years from now, 'Oh, i remember that idiot! He made my life miserable!' or maybe 'I remember her! She was a great friend'. I want to be able to laugh at the funny photos, smile at the pretty ones, cringe at the ones with people i don't like and maybe even tear at those which bring back the less happy memories. I want to be able to walk down nostalgia lane when i'm older and not have the faces, which i can so clearly form in my mind now, all mixed up and cloudy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3719968754190179678?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3719968754190179678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3719968754190179678&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3719968754190179678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3719968754190179678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/pictures-photos-memories.html' title='Pictures, Photos, Memories'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3113329940138419893</id><published>2008-09-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:40:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Christine! &lt;div&gt;Hope you had a good birthday=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was super unproductive but it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad it turned out the way it did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3113329940138419893?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3113329940138419893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3113329940138419893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-christine-hope-you-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1003158005156055414</id><published>2008-09-04T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:58:58.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it happened quite some time back, but it still feels like being kicked in the gut every time i think about it. I've never really spoken about it because i didn't think anybody would really be interested. So clarence, thank you very much for listening and for saying all the things you did. =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent most if not the whole of today moping around at home, thinking depressing (but not suicidal) thoughts. Managed to cram in a few hours of studying in between and then i went back to being moody and stuff. Seriously, i cannot stay at home alone and be happy. How sad is that? But the stupid thing is, i love being alone at home because it's so nice and quiet. Sometimes i think i don't even know what i want or like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1003158005156055414?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1003158005156055414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1003158005156055414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1003158005156055414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1003158005156055414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-it-happened-quite-some-time-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-8055741014827399211</id><published>2008-09-03T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:21:37.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm speaking to Yan now and i think she helped me put certain things into perspective (as always).&lt;div&gt;=) thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ridiculous, How i feel the way i do. I know it's pointless, I know it's foolish. But i just can't help it. Maybe i really could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i said something along those lines, this is what she told me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things dont have to have a point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats why its candy!&lt;/span&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;It's amazing how a person is able to love/like/hate/dislike so many people at any one time, even more amazing is how we're able to harbor all those feelings, strong as they are, for just one person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how we do it. We just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell myself and others that i've given up, yet i know i haven't, not completely at least. I need to let you let me let go. But i don't want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how we're willing to put up with all that pain just for those little moments of excitement, of exhilaration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-8055741014827399211?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8055741014827399211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/8055741014827399211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-speaking-to-yan-now-and-i-think-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7685503599428708364</id><published>2008-09-03T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:09:04.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO You Piece Of Meat</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be heading off to the library with my little twelve year old sister to hit the books in about half an hour. Might be fun, might be a real headache. I don't know which but i guess i'll find out soon enough. I think i'm going to have cup after cup of cookies and cream milkshake and maybe ten slices of cake there. My sister will have double that and i think she'll make me pay for her. Haha we like library food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yan, you've been my best-est friend since Sec 2, you still are my dearest-est friend today, and i believe you will remain my closest-est friend forever. If i ever get married one day, i'll wear the dress you'll design for me and you'll be my bridesmaid.  &lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-7685503599428708364?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7685503599428708364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7685503599428708364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7685503599428708364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7685503599428708364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-you-piece-of-meat.html' title='HELLO You Piece Of Meat'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4293533651121052787</id><published>2008-09-01T21:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:27:44.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musts and Must Nots</title><content type='html'>&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;I must study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be disciplined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must stop procrastinating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be focused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not procrastinate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not neglect my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not forget about my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not be lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must not waste time(on things like this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4293533651121052787?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4293533651121052787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4293533651121052787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4293533651121052787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4293533651121052787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/walt-disneys-movies-tell-us-to-follow.html' title='The Musts and Must Nots'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5279832454797099235</id><published>2008-08-31T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:19:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TRANSITION. IS. AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Seriously, when i first heard them playing in the esplanade library with heidi, i thought they were pretty good, not bad in fact. But after listening to them perform at the Nokia Arena, i'm sold. Hahaha i am in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luuuurve &lt;/span&gt;with Transition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and heidi bought their album, and by a stroke of luck, we managed to catch the band and get the cd signed. They're super friendly, especially the oh-so-good-looking drummer, Josh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to their cd now. They're not as good on the cd as they are live. Well, that just shows how good they are live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should go google them or something when you're free. No, i change my mind, you should go google them now or look for them on youtube NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the company today heidi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a blast=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha now we don't need words to communicate, just a few actions will do.&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;It feels good to go back to being all crazy about music again. Like the good ol' days. You know? Makes me feel so relaxed and calm, happy too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5279832454797099235?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5279832454797099235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5279832454797099235&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5279832454797099235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5279832454797099235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/transition.html' title='Transition!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5697081939248491797</id><published>2008-08-31T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:05:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Man! I spent so much time online today. Haha of course it isn't a good thing but it definitely was fun talking to people. Heidi, you will stop looking at pictures of FG and laughing at him even though he deserves to be laughed at(hahaha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, it made me smile. It still makes me smile. But honestly, waiting one whole day for nothing, it makes the smiling come a lot less frequently. I hope your friend's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5697081939248491797?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5697081939248491797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5697081939248491797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5697081939248491797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5697081939248491797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-i-spent-so-much-time-online-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7413861448045201465</id><published>2008-08-30T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:29:07.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAH KNOW WHAT?&lt;div&gt;I GET TO TAKE OFF MY BRCAES IN 4WEEKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how much i want them off. Or maybe you do now, after what i just said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7413861448045201465?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7413861448045201465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7413861448045201465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7413861448045201465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7413861448045201465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7717951239537662651</id><published>2008-08-29T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:11:55.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haha i meant to post this yesterday but i forgot to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREDA!&lt;div&gt;Sorry we didn't get to celebrate it properly with you today. Oh, i hope the cake was nice=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll make it up to you tomorrow at BayBeats. Still don't know if i'll be able to make it, but for your sake, i'll try my very best-est!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly doubt any of my teachers will be reading this but i'll just say it all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, fel, not-aloysius and patricia did really well! I had a nice time listening to them. Good job, good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging out at compass point was awesome! What with all the nice and not nice photos(which i will show you the minute i get them) that we took. Haha i think Qing's got the most ugly photos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7717951239537662651?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7717951239537662651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7717951239537662651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7717951239537662651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7717951239537662651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-i-meant-to-post-this-yesterday-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-274901366175553387</id><published>2008-08-27T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:30:37.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, i think we all feel like we're being over-stretched and over-stressed.  Maybe that's why we've all been in such foul moods these days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, got to school this morning to find out that the shrine is missing. That's pretty bad news really. I hope we find it soon because it's important to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons are lessons so i won't talk about it. Of course there were a few funny things that happened in between but nothing so significant that i feel like i need to tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened after school was pretty fun. I'm happy today turned out the way it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, i'm tired. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-274901366175553387?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/274901366175553387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=274901366175553387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/274901366175553387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/274901366175553387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-now-i-think-we-all-feel-like-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-603928341663420989</id><published>2008-08-26T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:13:34.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll make this one snappy because i've got quite a bit of work to do and it's pretty late already. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll it's the last week of lessons and promos are just around the corner. That's prolly the reason why we get truck-loads of homework right now. Seriously, it's crazy, the things that we're expected to do as students. Oh well, i guess it's all part and parcel of life. Whatever it is, we must persevere! Just push on and on and on and on and hope that we'll come out on top eventually. Let's just be as hopeful as possible when we can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, if you don't want to hang out with me, then just don't. It's annoying. I don't enjoy your company either.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-603928341663420989?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/603928341663420989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=603928341663420989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/603928341663420989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/603928341663420989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-make-this-one-snappy-because-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-9155492050934827486</id><published>2008-08-23T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:33:40.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is the day! Haha after waiting for like a million years, Mum finally made an appointment so that i can go do my hair. As yet, i still have no idea what i'm going to do with all that hair on my head. I think i'll let the guy decide what to do. He should know better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, i'm excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, i brought my laptop to school yesterday and all in all, we took about 350 photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha i'll just let you see a few of the nicer ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK92rjIxWDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iIPXGIyjfts/s320/Photo+766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237535382193657906" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK92ryg6qrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/szofY_wDATo/s320/Photo+653.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237535386321463986" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK92sELx7hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pc7rYj1_hqE/s320/Photo+602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237535391064649234" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91weB9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/yIrd6JgsfHU/s320/Photo+847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534367210619858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91wmXB41I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MfI_x-LFljk/s1600-h/Photo+778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91wmXB41I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MfI_x-LFljk/s320/Photo+778.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534369446486866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91wm03TKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YowmVJwgl7k/s1600-h/Photo+764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91wm03TKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YowmVJwgl7k/s320/Photo+764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534369571622050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91w5XaKiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DESKp--dpNo/s1600-h/Photo+826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK91w5XaKiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DESKp--dpNo/s320/Photo+826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534374548351522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-9155492050934827486?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/9155492050934827486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=9155492050934827486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/9155492050934827486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/9155492050934827486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RaWrmSNwV9I/SK92rjIxWDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iIPXGIyjfts/s72-c/Photo+766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-3974617763655890635</id><published>2008-08-20T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:03:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Felt Like Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY NICOLETTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason, i was pretty wide awake today even though i only managed to grab a little more than hour's sleep last night. Yeah, i had to do my history essay assignment. I think i should have started on it a lot earlier. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the moment we got the chance to, me and heidi flew out of school and to Little India to get our brows done. Haha we had issues with directions and the maps but we managed to do a rather good job in locating places. I think our brows look fine, considering we only had to pay five dollars. Oh, we bought 7 pairs of earrings each just for the fun of it and because they were so irresistibly cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed down to Toa Payoh where i walked around alone for more than half an hour before meeting the swimmers because of some miscommunication. But it's fine, everything's good now=) Celebrated Nicolette's birthday! Hahah the card on the cake must have been one of the better presents eh? The look on her face was classic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, went back to school with gab and matthew for night study. Honestly speaking, night study's really quite effective. I think i'd do it a lot more if i didn't take such a long time to get home. Oh, we shared me and matthew shared a table with corinne and max. It was quite a good study session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired that i think i'll crack my skull on the table if i try to stay awake for even a little while longer. Haha good night you lovely things=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yannnn, i want to go out. Let's walk and walk and walk till we get to the edge of the earth. When we get there, we'll look over the edge and jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder where we'll land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-3974617763655890635?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3974617763655890635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=3974617763655890635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3974617763655890635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/3974617763655890635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-felt-like-friday.html' title='Today Felt Like Friday'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7776987212670971623</id><published>2008-08-17T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:59:53.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people of the world!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad last week's over. It was a killer week of with a truck-load of homework and tests. Then again, this week isn't going to be any better, what with the history and econs file to sort out by tomorrow morning, the lit essay by 4pm, the history assignment and the econs project due on wednesday. Thinking about it now, i'd say last week was a breeze in comparison. Man, this is scary. Good thing i'll be meeting fel later in the evening to go do some homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The retreat yesterday wasn't all that bad. Got to know some new people and it helped me come to the conclusion that the school a person's in really has a huge impact on the person's character. As of right now, i have a rather bad impression of people from a certain school and quite a good one from another. Of course, with a few exceptions here and there. Oh, about the retreat, it didn't really help me get closer to God, but it did help me take my mind off stuff and it was a good getaway for a while at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, i'm listening to One Fine Wire by Colbie Caillat, the rain just stopped and the weather's wonderful, it's quiet at home and for some reason, i feel like i'm in a holiday mood. I want it to stay like this, with me not doing anything and everything else around me beautiful. It's sad though, that i can't do this for long. The little voice in my head's bugging me to start on all that homework. Sometimes i wish i could just shut it up so that i'd be able to stop worrying for a while but at other times, i know without it, i'd be a total bum. So yes, i'm going to be a good and responsible person now, i'm going to get back to that history file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6669924132497854349-7776987212670971623?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7776987212670971623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7776987212670971623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7776987212670971623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7776987212670971623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-beautiful-people-of-world-im-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-9198571663228678571</id><published>2008-08-13T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:27:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm tired but i can't go to sleep yet. I have to finish up my history SBQ before i take a step towards my oh-so-inviting bed that's looking more and more alluring as each minute goes by. It's alright! I know i can do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need to tell you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;No, I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I don't have anything to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I just need to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;No, i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I just want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Let me speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hear me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I don't want you to make me feel better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I don't want you to tell me to cheer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I just want to know you'll be here for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Make me feel that I'm not alone. &lt;/span&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/6669924132497854349-9198571663228678571?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/9198571663228678571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/9198571663228678571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-to-tell-you-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-7734949981890168377</id><published>2008-08-13T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:00:55.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy birthday Nad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-7734949981890168377?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7734949981890168377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=7734949981890168377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7734949981890168377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/7734949981890168377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-nad.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-1834505270822188600</id><published>2008-08-11T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:13:27.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, before this year, i never knew how beautiful the piano could be. This might sound corny and all, but really, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;, it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; moves &lt;/span&gt;you. It's like, when you start playing, i never want it to stop. When the piano's being played, i just lose track of time and it feels so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for playing=) It was a great way to end the evening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i think it would be a dream come true if i could be one of the disney princesses. They're beautiful, both inside and out, they live in palaces and castles and get driven around in carriages. Best of all, they get to meet their drop-dead-gorgeous significant other, get married and live happily ever after. It's all so romantic you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-1834505270822188600?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1834505270822188600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=1834505270822188600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1834505270822188600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/1834505270822188600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-before-this-year-i-never-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-5895178655533655119</id><published>2008-08-10T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:54:36.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Secrets Too</title><content type='html'>This is crazy! The amount of homework i have to do and the time left i have to complete it all. Oh gosh, i'm toast. Thank God it's a holiday tomorrow, or rather, damn tomorrow for being a holiday! I think it's because of tomorrow that all those things give us this much homework.&lt;div&gt;Right, no point in complaining about it really. I don't get anything out of complaining but who cares! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i caught Yoke Mun's cough thing. I've been coughing like crazy the whole day and i can't breathe properly. Maybe this'll save me from training tomorrow. Haha i'm such a slob. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 10px; "&gt;I don't know what's wrong I've been feeling.. odd, lately. I don't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-5895178655533655119?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5895178655533655119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=5895178655533655119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5895178655533655119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/5895178655533655119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-secrets-too.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Secrets Too'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669924132497854349.post-4798952071637580254</id><published>2008-08-09T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:42:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was awesome! Haha National Day celebration in CJ is rather different from those that i had in primary and secondary school. Like, instead of just watching performances and stuff, we actually walked from school to CCAB. Someone told me the walk was about 4km. Haha the walk was fun. Me, fel, christine, jo and xiuwen spent more than half of the trip trying to catch up with our class because we left school later then them. But it's alright, that was fun too and some great stuff happened. Haha jo thought that Mr Rajoo went to Cambodia which is really funny because he actually went to Cambridge. Did the dance thing which was horrible but fun. The swinging was scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with the class later on. Watched The Mummy which was absolutely awful. I never wanted to watch it from the start but because i wouldn't have had anyone to hang out with if i didn't watch it, i decided to go. Well, at least now i can say, SEE! TOLD YOU SO! I guess that's a consolation. Oh, just for fun, i'll let you know that fel got lost in suntec for the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed down to Gab's friend's place for the bbq after that. It was fine, i got to speak to people and the food was nice!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because i'm alone at home and the weather's great, i suddenly started reflecting on how i've lived my life. I'm not going to go all serious and stuff because i prefer to do that somewhere else. &lt;div&gt;I realized i miss that lazy piece of meat a lot. Yan! I want to go out and i know you want to too because you miss me too. Hahahaha i'll kick you if you dare say otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669924132497854349-4798952071637580254?l=iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4798952071637580254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669924132497854349&amp;postID=4798952071637580254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4798952071637580254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669924132497854349/posts/default/4798952071637580254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iknowthefeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-awesome-haha-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16818549654778427640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
