<?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-34525013</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:54:14.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525013.post-6729913327623597342</id><published>2010-03-28T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:31:50.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday, so yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things can pass so fast. In a blink, I'm almost POP-ing soon. Passing out from BMT that is. No more tekong shit. I just hope life gets better after that, though I seriously doubt that. Yesterday was really a blast, the 9 of us watched the diary of a wimpy kid and it was pretty hilarious. It isn't the best of comedies but it's well worth my time. After that we had a great dinner at NYNY and we headed down to ecp to chill out. Man, beer can be compared to sex sometimes, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I blogged already. I wonder when will I start putting pictures up. Maybe I should start by getting a camera first and start cam-whoring. K cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's kind of killing me inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6729913327623597342?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6729913327623597342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6729913327623597342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6729913327623597342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6729913327623597342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-yesterday-so-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2180500143361239116</id><published>2010-01-15T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:14:22.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M FUCKING FLYING TO ITALY. GONNA HAVE LOTSA OF FUN THERE! Gonna miss singapore...NOT. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2180500143361239116?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2180500143361239116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2180500143361239116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2180500143361239116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2180500143361239116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-fucking-flying-to-italy.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4903168335061601905</id><published>2009-12-26T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:51:56.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. My blog is so dead. Who cares, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing was fucking fun, but fucking ex. Ok refrain from buying too many drinks next time. Had a flaming alcoholic drink. Fucking cool srsly. Instant highness ttm. If I had a good cam, I would definitely take a pic of it. Maybe next time I'll learn how to mix cocktails and stuff. Night life in clubs is definitely amazing. Got to do it a few more times before I go off to europe. OH YEAH, EUROPE HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll organise a drinking party soon, and anyone who chances upon this blog post, YOU ARE INVITED. Ok I'm kidding(in case some fuckers just want to kop free drinks) but yeah the more the merrier. Venue = IAN FUCKING CHONG'S HOUSE(the ultimate venue for partaes!) All right. My VS assholes are definitely invited. A small entrance fee(just to cover abit of the cost. will be charged for food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop sleeping, you piglet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4903168335061601905?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4903168335061601905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4903168335061601905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4903168335061601905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4903168335061601905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8004962682738428579</id><published>2009-10-01T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:14:10.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a tiring week, though I had gone school twice. School is a living hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were pretty bad, but I guess it's just a lack of enough effort. This probably explained the throngs of careless mistakes in my maths and physics(just read through the answer scheme). Serves you right, ming cong. Oh well, A lvls...Straight As or straight As. I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to blog this but I keep forgetting tp. I recently saw this couple, of which the girl was pretty good looking. Not that I mentioned her cause of her looks, but in actual fact, I noticed the guy first. (No I'm not gay.) His whole body was imprinted with tattoos(not that I'm against it, but the workforce doesn't really appreciate this, does it?) and he looked quite haggard(like an ah beng who smokes ritualistically). His clothes were quite rugged too. The whole issue here is that the girl was carrying a baby in her arms, tagging behind the guy(yup, the guy was walking faster, with the girl following him. Love at its best? I doubt.) This left me pondering. If a couple cannot give a proper enviroment for a baby to live in, (meaning shelter, decent social skills and education, etc.), should then the baby be borne into this world? If yes or no, is it then fair to the baby? Either ways, my answer is no after quite abit of pondering. A baby is innocent. However, when shit really does hit the fan, then one has to bear the consequences. That's life, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. A new lease of life for me starts this saturday... Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aim high, work hard, achieve all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8004962682738428579?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8004962682738428579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8004962682738428579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8004962682738428579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8004962682738428579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-tiring-week-though-i-had-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7280421792253066890</id><published>2009-08-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:49:30.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut school today. Why? Woke up feeling like bull crap cause my bro came and woke me up at 3am to take my com. I locked my room door so I can get some peace studying but guess what. Didn't even finish a single chapter after 3 hrs. Talk about productivity. Stupid com + procrastination = no work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study for the chem test(yes, again). Today was slightly better. Finished the unfinished chapter after like 3 hours. Ok not much better. I really need the studying mood. I dare say it'll be at least 20X more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway can't wait for sat to come. Been a long time since I last had a gathering with the guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7280421792253066890?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7280421792253066890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7280421792253066890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7280421792253066890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7280421792253066890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-long-time-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5604188526402906890</id><published>2009-05-30T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:53:14.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging so that someone will be super happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! I had a great anniversary today. Great food, BEST company and the worst exercise (for men). Yup, that's right, shopping, a sport that no man can beat a woman in. Been a long time since I last shopped. Maybe cause I have a severe lack of money right now. :X Anyway, life's been really wonderful and I think it's going to get better, with more time on my hands. Happy anniversary once again, my girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO has finally come to a closure after a fun but TIRING concert + syf. Practices which lasted a month long...slaughters. :X Okay, I'm exaggerating, but I'm lagging behind work like shit. Oh well. Just going to try hard for cts 2. I'm not going to give a long string of words... I just love you guys and girls at vjco. (: Sigh, I guess I will miss co pracs, BUT NOT FOR THE TIME BEING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all, it's time to mug and play! Lady luck, smile at me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're the best. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5604188526402906890?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5604188526402906890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5604188526402906890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5604188526402906890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5604188526402906890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-blogging-so-that-someone-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2720099924773308299</id><published>2009-05-11T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:36:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SYF is finally over but concert is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Still, we all deserve a break for all the tears shed and perspiration while preparing for SYF! :) So MingCong went late night shopping and bought a wallet and he's officially using his new wallet that smells of genuine leather but will probably stink of money in time to come. D: How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's about all.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom for now but time to study soon alright!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2720099924773308299?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2720099924773308299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2720099924773308299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2720099924773308299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2720099924773308299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/05/syf-is-finally-over-but-concert-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6333631338483753081</id><published>2009-04-26T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:27:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you not,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you not,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you not,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you not.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU NOT!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MingCong has to start learning how to treasure things and people around him.&lt;br /&gt;Especially people who care for him the most, most, most-est most. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6333631338483753081?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6333631338483753081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6333631338483753081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6333631338483753081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6333631338483753081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you-i-miss-you-not-i-miss-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8814938297897373644</id><published>2009-04-24T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:27:31.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :)&lt;br /&gt;MingCong has been so busy with CO that he has no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, SYF is in 12 days' time and he, together with the whole CO, is currently working hard towards whatever goal they have! :D GWH(?) hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, I hope my school CO wins! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Life has been quite good so far, I guess/hope.&lt;br /&gt;MingCong has been good all these while, staying away from negative things and engaging in positive activities. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fat hope. But I would like to think so&lt;/span&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all. :)&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8814938297897373644?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8814938297897373644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8814938297897373644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8814938297897373644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8814938297897373644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-mingcong-has-been-so-busy-with-co.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2141659165690467526</id><published>2009-03-23T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:55:26.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE OF THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K actually there's only one incident, which is I won abt 600 from soccer. BIGGEST WIN IN MY LIFE. :D I think if anyone was me, they wouldn't be this happy, cause I FLUNGED MY CTS 1. :X but I kinda expected it. Didn't fail anything, but got Es for maths and chem and C for physics. Tbh, I only care abt one subject this ct 1, and that is econs. Aiming for a B, if I don't get it, then I'll really be sad. And I'm not going to slack anymore for cts 2. I SWEAR I WILL STUDY HARD AND GET TOP TEN IN CLASS (damn good alr, considering all the imba "freaks/muggers/geniuses/etc" in my class). Hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Watch me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is there really a god out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2141659165690467526?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2141659165690467526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2141659165690467526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2141659165690467526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2141659165690467526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-happiest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5702734739432338557</id><published>2009-03-19T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:16:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waking moments of desolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I lost like 800 in two days, and that really hurt pretty bad, though 500 is my earnings. =/ Oh well. Earned back 400 ytd. One of the best moment in my life, when I shouted myself hoarse the moment the team scored another goal. One of the luckiest moment of my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, and the bulk of my holidays are spent on dota competitions (no life I know. =/). Oh well, nothing much I can really do, can I? I'm damn tired these few days cause of sleepless dawns (waking up at 6am, 8am for no reason. F*** it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I'm going to bed soon. Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A life filled with self-delusions, self-denial and maybe even self-centeredness.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, it's just a reality that I cast my doubts over...&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell, time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5702734739432338557?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5702734739432338557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5702734739432338557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5702734739432338557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5702734739432338557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/03/waking-moments-of-desolation.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4932488033455286860</id><published>2009-03-10T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:06:24.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won abt 400 from soccer. (partly thanks to Jarrett Chin who picked the number 3, though I would have bet 3-0 a the same. My fave number. =p) BUT! I'm going to treat him to lunch anyway! Haha! (: But because I was so nervous before the match, and so happy after it, I've decided not to study for maths! :X Okok, jk. I will TRY to do one or half a paper later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy is like grumbling now. Haven't had lunch, and it's like 9pm now. ): I swear, I would give a hug(not like it's precious, can't think of what I can give.) to anyone who buys me dinner! Or maybe cook me dinner. (*prays for my sis to do that...) She just flunged her maths test and I'm so going to kick her ass if she's going to fail more, though she alrdy declared her white flag. ("Kor kor, I know I'm going to fail alrdy.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I feel that I'm like living life at the edge these few weeks (due to betting of soccer), and I like this feeling, somehow. Sounds crazy, I know. All right! I shall go mug like how everyone is mugging now (though I've heard about a few unknown ppl claiming they didn't study, blah blah, and all the shit. Screw these ppl. Getting on my nerves, sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all. Hope lady luck continues to smile on me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A game of reversi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4932488033455286860?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4932488033455286860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4932488033455286860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4932488033455286860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4932488033455286860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-day-d-won-abt-400-from-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4982938196484746936</id><published>2009-02-17T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:14:12.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feedback on my blog posts = boring. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's pretty normal like everyone else I guess. Okay had a kfc meal after dinner. Fattening ttm but I had a great time with my bro ian! :D Stupid asshole darren flew my kite and so we agreed that the next meal shall be on him! Okay slept during H3 econs, and I'm like up blogging at this time (when my bed time is 11pm. =/). Playing online poker now actually. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, time to mug hard for CTS. 3As, 3As here I come! Goodnight all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh Cupid, what's love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4982938196484746936?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4982938196484746936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4982938196484746936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4982938196484746936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4982938196484746936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/02/feedback-on-my-blog-posts-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2043236526174491731</id><published>2009-01-26T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:01:38.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A ton of eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I'm feeling so tired and sleepy. I'm just going to conk out on my bed later, like srsly. I seriously think this cny is going to be not very good, though I won like a 100 bucks ytd. Cool man1 :D won in poker, mj and soccer. Great day. All right, happy cny to all. Goodnight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;State of dispersion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2043236526174491731?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2043236526174491731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2043236526174491731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2043236526174491731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2043236526174491731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/01/ton-of-eyelids.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8550968011009124311</id><published>2009-01-06T07:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:11:03.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I shed tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up at 7am in the morning with a fucking hangover. Thanks to my sister who's made so much noise by packing her bag early in the morning, I'm now unable to get back to sleep. Feeling like shit. Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mum who has a loose screw up there in her fucking head...fuck her, like seriously. Saying all the useless and immature shit without even thinking. And no apology will ever come out of her iron mouth. Grow up, really. I should have really just died last night on the streets. Maybe that's the only way for her to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe dying feels like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8550968011009124311?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8550968011009124311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8550968011009124311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8550968011009124311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8550968011009124311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-long-time-since-i-shed-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8768526334199908296</id><published>2008-12-31T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:14:12.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, a lonely new year eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Everyone is out counting down. Too lazy to go out with bobby, and now I'll have to suffer an empty house. ): Oh well. Happy New Year to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A love story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8768526334199908296?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8768526334199908296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8768526334199908296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8768526334199908296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8768526334199908296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh-lonely-new-year-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4972918223442846059</id><published>2008-12-21T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:58:25.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I feel as if my body is made of jelly. Must be the lack of sleep. ): stupid sis shook me up at an unearthly hour, 9am, just to ask me if she could use my crumpler. Srsly, why can't she ask me the night before or smth. And just like that, I only had abt 6 hrs of sleep. And somehow, being in this condition, I really feel like going out NOW and not coming home to sleep. Home's so boring and more often than not, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll sleep soon. Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jolly Birthday! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4972918223442846059?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4972918223442846059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4972918223442846059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4972918223442846059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4972918223442846059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/12/wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2485676052370622391</id><published>2008-12-14T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:39:09.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberation at last. Competition is over, and my ensemble got 2nd. (: I guess I shld be happy since the first is practically unbeatable. But nothing's impossible huh. Taking the whole of sunday off to sleep and laze on my bed. My new-found hobby, though I know it's a super waste of time. :X Damn throat ain't recovering and I feel like just heck caring abt it and eat all my fave junkies. Ahh. I miss them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong kakies please organise one more session before chester flies away. =/ and hopefully my dinner dates with stupid ian and darren can be revived. Goodnight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2485676052370622391?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2485676052370622391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2485676052370622391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2485676052370622391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2485676052370622391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/12/finale.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8071223122375978839</id><published>2008-12-06T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:44:52.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The eyes of my candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid geco pracs are taking away my life and they are sucking all my energy + my time away from me. Oh well, the rewards will be worth it I guess. (: Beat csco in the preliminaries, and that feeling was great. Heh, so much for not even considering me. Oh well, I've learnt more here at ge in a month than in csco in 2 years. I'll be staying on for the concert I guess. And I have a mini eye candy there too anw. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest sister is snoring away, while I'm still stinking up the room, waiting for the heater to burn my water. Man, I'm shaqqed ttm. I need you, sleep. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm missing you, really I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8071223122375978839?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8071223122375978839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8071223122375978839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8071223122375978839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8071223122375978839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes-of-my-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4610931636201933402</id><published>2008-11-18T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:22:02.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because these days aren't easy like they have been once before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Secondhand serenade - Why. The phrase above came for it. It's pretty late but I can't seem to feel sleepy. Stayed at home the whole day, something I've not done in a long time. Home might not be the best place to have fun, but it's sure the best place for thoughts. Only had one meal today, albeit it was a super heavy one. Cooked too much, and spent half an hour+ trying to finish up all the food. But it's like 2.20am now, and I'm feeling really hungry. =/. Oh well. I'll just sleep my hungry-ness away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone out there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4610931636201933402?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4610931636201933402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4610931636201933402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4610931636201933402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4610931636201933402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-these-days-arent-easy-like-they.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2948622274341069148</id><published>2008-11-14T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:14:35.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling fucked up. Zz. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See me not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2948622274341069148?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2948622274341069148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2948622274341069148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2948622274341069148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2948622274341069148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8437536606942427454</id><published>2008-11-11T03:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:58:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insomnia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to feel tired. And the time is like 4am? Great. Goodnight everyone who's sleeping like a baby. Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A perplexed mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8437536606942427454?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8437536606942427454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8437536606942427454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8437536606942427454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8437536606942427454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/11/insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-706770489591535256</id><published>2008-11-06T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:48:54.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm blogging now, I have mixed emotions. To God I swear, I really don't know why. Felt anger and frustration earlier cause my internet is super slow + ian ps-ed me for dota + mum refuses to bring me out for supper + dad kp-ed me for playing the com + etc, then felt joy later when Sijie + jollyn talked to me + win in dota(super funny scenes) + it's sly's birthday partae today(suddenly rmb-ed the fun we had), then neutral again cause everything ended and peace flourished. (: The only sound I can hear is the sound of the fan spinning and the tapping of my keyboard. Ahh. Serenity at its best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's like a wheel, some say. We'll never know where will it turn... Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;you all flutter around me...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I only feel more flustered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-706770489591535256?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/706770489591535256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=706770489591535256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/706770489591535256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/706770489591535256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4208720955110316774</id><published>2008-11-03T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:18:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days of heart-to-heart talks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. All of a sudden, I feel sad. Guess I'll just need to go to bed soon. A new day is a new start - a principle of mine. Played bball today, and I played like shit towards the end. Maybe too tired I guess, four hours+ of bball is really v tiring. Nvm. I'll train harder during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest reason why I didn't want to be an ogl is because of a friend of mine. A friend that I trusted in, confided in, and that did me in. I don't even know if the friendship is still there or not. The first friend I made in Vj was also the first to break me down, as a friend. I've really never ever thought a friend could ever hurt me so much. Sometimes, I really wonder, what really happened such that the friendship just crumbled? Those moments we had...will remain as part of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Bed time. Op tmr, got to sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Were you referring to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you were, then overcome the inertia you've placed on us.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting...and I still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4208720955110316774?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4208720955110316774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4208720955110316774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4208720955110316774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4208720955110316774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-of-heart-to-heart-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5140317800622976821</id><published>2008-11-01T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:22:44.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do we go now...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super CO day = super tiring day. Zz. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mixed feelings of rue and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5140317800622976821?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5140317800622976821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5140317800622976821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5140317800622976821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5140317800622976821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-do-we-go-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-253680195510641048</id><published>2008-10-31T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:49:23.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best nightmare I'm going to get. Night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flick of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-253680195510641048?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/253680195510641048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=253680195510641048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/253680195510641048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/253680195510641048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-nightmare-im-going-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6546119130801383571</id><published>2008-10-27T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:08:28.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why, why did it happen...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm so bored and lonely at home. Just had a mj session, in which I lost 50 bucks + 30 bucks from soccer betting = 50 bucks down. sigh. Now I'm brokee. When your luck's down, nothing goes well huh I guess. Even when I wanted to meet my sec 4 friends for bball, god decided to cast a shower and prevented me from leaving the house. Great. Just what I needed. Settled for a journey to lalaland instead. Had a weirdd dream...Woke up thanks to a call. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there won't be a downpour tmr so that I can get to play bball with tim. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight seems like a sad one. Maybe divine intervention can change that... Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me a spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6546119130801383571?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6546119130801383571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6546119130801383571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6546119130801383571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6546119130801383571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-why-did-it-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8102273674368296806</id><published>2008-10-23T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:21:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fragment of reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was great, but today is like...the other end of the spectrum. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things do not go your way, and you stop to wonder why. Is it because of pure coincidence? Or is there a reason behind every happening? God knows. Two stupid boys are dao-ing me on msn, AND I HATE TO BE DAO-ED. =/. In a pretty bad mood now, cause of the stupid rain. Oh well, I'll have to look on the bright side...The rain's going to give me a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh damn tired. And no matter what, I'm going to wake up and play bball early in the morning. Need to let off some steam I guess. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The best I felt in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8102273674368296806?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8102273674368296806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8102273674368296806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8102273674368296806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8102273674368296806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/fragment-of-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1866056562685881489</id><published>2008-10-19T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:51:40.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaq-ed ttm. Seriously. Slept two hours for two nights, thanks to mahjong. -.- the moment I lay on my bed, I fainted immediately, and when I woke up, the sun's gone alrdy. Dinner time. Shit, I think I'm becoming like a pig. I need go exercise soon! Bball FTW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my OP stuff and I'll need to meet up tmr to rehearse. I'll need divine intervention to get me through the whole of tmr with my current state of mind. Lack of sleep turns humans into zombies with bulging eye bags. =/ There's also CO tmr. Double sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's a lonely night. Sis's sleeping on the couch, cause she's too lazy to come up. But, I'll sleep really well tonight, cause the chill is cool. (: Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's make the fated, start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1866056562685881489?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1866056562685881489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1866056562685881489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1866056562685881489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1866056562685881489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1650448660507343796</id><published>2008-10-15T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:37:26.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breaking free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.40am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my body is like accustomed to slping late. Don't really feel tired, but I feel hungry. )): Only had one meal today, and I really really want to eat but I'm too lazy to make any food. =/ Nvm. Hopefully my tummy acid would like burn my fats away or smth. Think I'll just sleep and not bother about it. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheer up and smile like how you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1650448660507343796?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1650448660507343796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1650448660507343796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1650448660507343796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1650448660507343796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-free.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5434719521586415401</id><published>2008-10-13T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:46:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.45pm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of emo on my bus ride to school today. Listened to the song "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton. Teared abit. ): Yeah, maybe I haven't fully gotten over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Written Report is going to be banished to the never ending deep hole of hell with no damning returns! &gt;=/. Finally got it over and done with. Took us like 3524569 years of hardwork! Stupid PW. Can't wait for all of it to be over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been quite a good day actually. Having a damn heavy dinner. Prawns + meatball + eggs + crabsticks + sotong balls + instant noodle. My insides are exploding. :O all right. taking a bath soon. night night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The love bug comes and goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5434719521586415401?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5434719521586415401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5434719521586415401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5434719521586415401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5434719521586415401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6571090183264605642</id><published>2008-10-13T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:00:59.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 2.50am now. Somehow, I don't feel sleepy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm findin' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it here in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6571090183264605642?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6571090183264605642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6571090183264605642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6571090183264605642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6571090183264605642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-200060446199223927</id><published>2008-10-12T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:28:46.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crumbled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaqqed ttm! Played bball with my sis till 9+ then went to some pa-sa-ma-lum (however you spell it) and sinned by eating some junk food. I feel like I can fall asleep anytime...=/ Haha. The best thing abt my life now is that my complexion is getting better! Thanks to anand I guess for his reccommendation of a face wash. love ya. :D Oh. and I lost at mj. No luck today I guess. Oh well. I still had fun, and that's more important. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! Time for a bath now. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's time to move on...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Spin the Wheel of Fate again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-200060446199223927?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/200060446199223927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=200060446199223927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/200060446199223927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/200060446199223927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/crumbled.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-3737129123047905074</id><published>2008-10-12T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:59:03.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't seem to fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ard 3am now. Nights like this are weird. Sometimes I hate it, but for now, I think I prefer it. It gives me some quiet time. Life's unpredictable, we'll never know what will happen in future. Basketball-ing tmr till I drop. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3737129123047905074?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3737129123047905074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3737129123047905074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3737129123047905074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3737129123047905074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-seem-to-fall-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2282343644450195613</id><published>2008-10-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:59:03.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tired now. Caught the movie, burn after reading with ian and darren. A thriller? Not quite. A comedy? Absolutely. Seriously, the whole movie's a big, vicious joke. Oh well. Anyway, had quite abit of fun at the arcade. Won 3 ppl at a game I didn't really know how to play. Talented I guess. :X Wore my top man shirt for the first time which I bought for 30+ during GSS. Haha, I feel more matured just wearing it. Somehow. (: Worst of all, my wallet's down to vaccuum. No notes at all. Nvm. Basketball with sis tmr then. Free of charge, and sis can pay for my drinks. Free loader me. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning on msn now...Sigh. Oh well. Feeling at a loss, well, just abit I guess. Nvm. A night's sleep is the best remedy for anything. Goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just one chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2282343644450195613?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2282343644450195613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2282343644450195613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2282343644450195613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2282343644450195613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4114911777448395952</id><published>2008-10-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:59:20.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a game, seriously. Everything has two sides to it, or maybe even more. We should just try to look from the side which makes us smile. For example, let's say one flungs an exam. Big deal, at least you know you did not put in much effort and you still did better than some who put in more. Laugh over it. Not that you're gloating over it or what, but c'mon, life's like that. You win some, you lose some. Or if you had put in alot of effort, but ended up with bad grades...Hmm. Heaven's making a joke out of you, don't you think? Think about how you used to get good grades without even putting this much effort. Is it that you got stupid-er? Nah. You just haven't got smarter. Learn the right way to study yo. So to all out there, trust me when I say I understand (U for mid years econs, yeah shitty I know.), results are just like your stepping stones. Bad results can make you work harder to achieve better. So don't frown over your results, ppl. Embrace them and study harder. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's about having fun. Study, work, marry, give birth, then hop into a new "home" (coffin). Sounds weird and stupid, but it's true, in a nutshell. It's how we make our lives different that makes us unique, don't you think? Yes, study...work, etc. Do them with a positive attitude and life would seem so much easier and well, funn-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's like close to 1am now and I don't really feel as tired as I usually do. I wonder why. Must be the caffeine acting up. (: All right. I'll be sleeping soon I guess. Goodnight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll never lose the bet. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4114911777448395952?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4114911777448395952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4114911777448395952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4114911777448395952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4114911777448395952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-see-how-it-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-3516276505330573108</id><published>2008-09-22T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:02:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will there be another time...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty good day today! Could have been better though. :X Had a home-cooked lunch and I realised I really missed my mummy's cooking. ): Been slacking. Ahh. My sis asked me to play bball with her, and I simply couldn't refuse. We went to play right after dinner. Haha, had so much fun, although my sis's not really very good. Buck up please, sis. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another realisation...It's weird when I heard my dad thank me, albeit happy at the same time. Made him fried rice + hot milo as supper. Poor man has to do some work-related stuff. Oh well, just call me "maria" for the night. =p Sometimes, the simplest gesture, a "thanks" means alot. (: It's rare to hear such things coming from your parents, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, one chapter of econs for dessert! And...I'm going to attempt to cook butter squid tmr. I'm sure I'll screw it up. Goodnight world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's move, and make a wonder...&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3516276505330573108?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3516276505330573108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3516276505330573108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3516276505330573108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3516276505330573108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-there-be-another-time.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6230088654213817637</id><published>2008-09-16T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:41:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fate's playing a bluff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm shaqqed to the max. Ahh. Stayed up till 3.30am to play dota with chester, just like the old times huh. (: but the side effects...horri-bad. Took quite a few naps today. One of which was really nicee, cause I had a sweeet dream. But then again, it changed my mind about some things in life. Life's like that, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent a J3 senior off to UK to further her studies. Sigh. My only j3 senior. =/. I'll miss her pretty much... She seemed pretty sad when she walked into the departure hall. Take care all right, "genius".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem spa tmr. Hope I won't flung it or smth. My memory sucks for some reason. Can't seem to rmb anything. Oh well. It's goodnight I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dream I had, hopefully it'll come true.&lt;br /&gt;Another chance, I'll give it. Don't play a bluff, Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6230088654213817637?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6230088654213817637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6230088654213817637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6230088654213817637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6230088654213817637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/09/fates-playing-bluff.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1222854609517951880</id><published>2008-09-14T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:01:30.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Not going to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1222854609517951880?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1222854609517951880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1222854609517951880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1222854609517951880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1222854609517951880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6159499384951256525</id><published>2008-09-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:42:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears of memorabilia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing maths tutorials now. Feeling kind of emo right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess it was the best for us,&lt;br /&gt;and now, what's the best for me?&lt;br /&gt;God, give me a sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6159499384951256525?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6159499384951256525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6159499384951256525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6159499384951256525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6159499384951256525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/09/tears-of-memorabilia.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-3443356526959969547</id><published>2008-09-02T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:26:53.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, today was quite tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mum are pretty pissed off right now, and this is all thanks to my 2nd brother. Told my dad to chill and gave him a pat on his back, but he still continued to vent his anger with his poetic line of vulgarities. Oh jeez. =/. Sometimes, I want to tell my bro straight in the face to stop bitching ard so much. He complains on every other day that he doesn't have a room to himself (because I have one), and I overheard him saying that he wants a laptop (because me and my eldest bro have one each). We need the laptops for work. God. Can't he understand such a simple logic. Anyway, he uses my com to play all the times when I see him with it. -.- worst of all, he busted my charger two weeks ago. I had to order a new one on my own. Zz. I have half the mind to change the pw for my laptop. And about the room...freaking use the vacant master-room. Bet he's just too lazy to pack it up. K enough of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy stuff now. (: Woke up super duper early for tuition today. Finished the questions the fastest and mostly correct. My teacher asked me to relax abit. haha. :X After that, met up with darr-ling and studied tgt. He bought me a pair of levi's jeans, knowing mine splitted the other day. God knows how, seriously. Then we made a trip to my house to study, cause my phone was dying. Couldn't bear to see it die, just had to nurse it back. Just in case... Didn't happen anw. sadly. ): Anyway! then we studied again, and I made lunch for him. Scrambled eggs with mayo, onion rings, porkballs and chicken franks in honey sauce(A new creation, hopefully he doesn't get diarrhoea :X), breaded fish, and my fave honey baked ham! :D After that, we met up with dearIAN for dinner. We ended up patrolling parkway again. Settled for some dessert and po-piah at dunman food court. Great food at minimal prices man. (: We saw "true love" between a dog and a little bird. Haha, but I think the poor bird is just injured. When I walked home, it was still there, so I went home and came out with a big paper bag to put it in. Wanted to nurse it... Failed. It flew away...but only after a few attempts. Hope it'll not die or smth. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SLwWfQ2aZtI/AAAAAAAAABM/hIeMSH7abGw/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SLwWfQ2aZtI/AAAAAAAAABM/hIeMSH7abGw/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241088792707360466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. True love? :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SLwWfiJToII/AAAAAAAAABU/m0VosZDMOI8/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SLwWfiJToII/AAAAAAAAABU/m0VosZDMOI8/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241088797350011010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Xin Wu Can (Lunch of Love :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Staying on msn with hopes and feverish symptoms. Drank one and a half bottle of cooling water earlier. Hope it helps. =/ Actually, I think I need some caffeine...Some would be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, that's all for today. Lots of things to do, too little time. Work hard please, Ming Cong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3443356526959969547?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3443356526959969547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3443356526959969547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3443356526959969547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3443356526959969547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-today-was-quite-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SLwWfQ2aZtI/AAAAAAAAABM/hIeMSH7abGw/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525013.post-4178659648536684862</id><published>2008-09-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:57:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, today was quite tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mum are pretty pissed off right now, and this is all thanks to my 2nd brother. Told my dad to chill and gave him a pat on his back, but he still continued to vent his anger with his poetic line of vulgarities. Oh jeez. =/. Sometimes, I want to tell my bro straight in the face to stop bitching ard so much. He complains on every other day that he doesn't have a room to himself (because I have one), and I overheard him saying that he wants a laptop (because me and my eldest bro have one each). We need the laptops for work. God. Can't he understand such a simple logic. Anyway, he uses my com to play all the times when I see him with it. -.- worst of all, he busted my charger two weeks ago. I had to order a new one on my own. Zz. I have half the mind to change the pw for my laptop. And about the room...freaking use the vacant master-room. Bet he's just too lazy to pack it up. K enough of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy stuff now. (: Woke up super duper early for tuition today. Finished the questions the fastest and mostly correct. My teacher asked me to relax abit. haha. :X After that, met up with darr-ling and studied tgt. He bought me a pair of levi's jeans, knowing mine splitted the other day. God knows how, seriously. Then we made a trip to my house to study, cause my phone was dying. Couldn't bear to see it die, just had to nurse it back. Just in case... Didn't happen anw. sadly. ): Anyway! then we studied again, and I made lunch for him. Scrambled eggs with mayo, onion rings, porkballs and chicken franks in honey sauce(A new creation, hopefully he doesn't get diarrhoea :X), breaded fish, and my fave honey baked ham! :D After that, we met up with dearIAN for dinner. We ended up patrolling parkway again. Settled for some dessert and po-piah at dunman food court. Great food at minimal prices man. (: We saw "true love" between a dog and a little bird. Haha, but I think the poor bird is just injured. When I walked home, it was still there, so I went home and came out with a big paper bag to put it in. Wanted to nurse it... Failed. It flew away...but only after a few attempts. Hope it'll not die or smth. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying on msn with hopes and feverish symptoms. Drank one and a half bottle of cooling water earlier. Hope it helps. =/ Actually, I think I need some caffeine...Some would be sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, that's all for today. Lots of things to do, too little time. Work hard please, Ming Cong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4178659648536684862?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4178659648536684862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4178659648536684862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4178659648536684862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4178659648536684862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-today-was-quite-tiring_01.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1526682232849042811</id><published>2008-08-31T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:09:55.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, the moments of joy I've felt these few days have been COuNtless. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished one meagre chapter of econs after two days. T_T Wasted my time traveling to physics tuition, AND I have to wake up super early tmr for tuition. Hopefully, tmr being my study day, will be much more productive than today. Studying sucks, but I guess I need it for Aces. Why can't there be a subject I don't have to do anything but still get an A. Went shopping at giants with my sis. Realised how fast money can flow out of your pockets, and how pathetic the reverse of it is. Somehow, my cooking instincts kicked in and I whipped up lunch and dinner for the family. (: Mum complimented me saying that it was really smelling...GOOD of course. =p. But a complain was coupled with it, cause I messed the stove area up with fried rice. :X All right, it's time for bed. Goodnight world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An alarm clock that will never fail to ring. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1526682232849042811?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1526682232849042811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1526682232849042811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1526682232849042811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1526682232849042811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-moments-of-joy-ive-felt-these.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8854990315206340526</id><published>2008-08-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:31:53.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A melancholic downpour...really complimented my mood in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, and my one of my dearest buddy is emoing now too. Oh well, I'm going to cheer him up tmr! (: I'm kind of tired and sleepy right now, cause some irritating mosquito did me a favor by being my alarm clock this morning. Only that the alarm was due at 5.30am, an hour early of my usual time. AND the alarm tune was a simple and monotonous "tune". Bzzzzz.  All right, I'll make an early trip to lalaland tonight. Kind of happy right now. haha. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I meant it literally. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Wheel of Fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8854990315206340526?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8854990315206340526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8854990315206340526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8854990315206340526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8854990315206340526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/08/melancholic-downpour.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2682620229476586361</id><published>2008-07-31T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:56:21.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nightmare. It was very nostalgic. I had this dream when I was quite young... Why did it come back to me again..? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my 2nd sister (Gresilda) 's birthday today! (: Went swensen's to eat. Haha and it was the first non-family celebration she had. Could see that she was very happy. We even had a birthday ice cream. (: Bought her a super big helium balloon, and apparently, it made her look even younger. Guess she most prolly looked like a primary school kid with that balloon. Haha. :X BUT, it's back to saving money now, as my wallet now resembles a swiss cheese. &gt;.&lt; size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SJHETKZVT_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q1PMtIiBEXI/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SJHETKZVT_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q1PMtIiBEXI/s320/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229176475841023986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2682620229476586361?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2682620229476586361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2682620229476586361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2682620229476586361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2682620229476586361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/07/had-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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://bp0.blogger.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/SJHETKZVT_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q1PMtIiBEXI/s72-c/DSC00400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525013.post-7787916703344169142</id><published>2008-07-13T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:22:35.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yall! Here's a happy post. Once in eons. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Si Min(my "sis"! (: )'s church. Was pretty cool, the concert. And one of the dancers could really sing very well, despite her tender young age of only 14! man, she made me feel as if I were the worst singer on earth. :X Anyway, kind of took a short but explicit memory lane down pasir ris. Haha, was kinda emo-ing a little until my phone had a msg from my "sister"! (: then after feeling better, I felt sleepy and took a nap until just one stop before my stop. Guess lady luck was smiling at me. (: Ya know, every aspect of life has a bright side. Seriously, you just have to try hard enough. Trust meh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always look on the bright side of life...de dum, de dum de dum de dum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows this phrase, bearbear mei. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the moon in the day - A true friend might be obscured, but omnipresent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study hard k all! Goodnight and take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Times I'll not forget. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7787916703344169142?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7787916703344169142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7787916703344169142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7787916703344169142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7787916703344169142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-yall-heres-happy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-33234344455327464</id><published>2008-07-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:55:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad the both of you are happy with your lives... Really, that's all I ask for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post this yesterday, but my internet connection pms-ed me, so yeah. Sigh, sent pris off to Wales today. Quite sad to see her go, school will be less fun, and that's one less good friend in vj for a week. Oh well, my only consolation is that I'll be having presents(I hope) when she returns! :D I'll keep this a happy post, cause my previous posts were pretty emo. Sorry if I made anyone worry! &gt;.&lt; But I got to admit, I'm quite an emotional kid. I guess that isn't too good or too bad a thing, yeah? Listening to "Helena" by My Chemical Romance right now. Like that phrase, "What's the words that I could say..." Anyway, it's going to be a hectic day tmr(actually it's today cause this was supposed to be posted ytd). Flute lesson + tuition. Argh. Nvm. Going to do my chem tuts too! GO MingCong! Work hard and achieve your targets! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Going to do chem tuts later. Must be serious alrdy. Otherwise sure "tio owned". T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm in the dark, but when I see how well you're faring... I really feel happy for you. Just know that if there's anything, you can come to me. Take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still wish my dream will come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-33234344455327464?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/33234344455327464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=33234344455327464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/33234344455327464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/33234344455327464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-glad-both-of-you-are-happy-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7985933417620977848</id><published>2008-07-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:03:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just a delusion or a conclusion arising from this confusion...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a terribad headache right now. Must have been the rain. I don't know. Headaches seem to have faded from me for a period long enough, but I guess, like a stigma, it's never stops haunting me. Wanted to play with my buddies, despite the headache, but the stupid game is taking so long to update. Just had a hair cut, and my "sister" said it was ugly. Hey, I don't look too good in short hair, I know that all right. ): but I don't have much of a choice, do I. It feels more cooling up there anyway. (: All right, I'm feeling really lethargic right now. Math grades wasn't really ideal. Expected at least a B. Sigh. Nvm. Watch me. Promos. Straight As for all my sciences, including maths. Playtime and emo-time is over, Ming Cong. Wake up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The rain came pretty timely. Just when I was feeling quite down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7985933417620977848?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7985933417620977848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7985933417620977848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7985933417620977848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7985933417620977848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-just-delusion-or-conclusion.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6707606742226618198</id><published>2008-06-22T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:16:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird. I suddenly feel an urge to write an essay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship And Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        The clock was ticking with a constant beat. I lay on my bed, waiting for the grip of slumber to save me from my very own thoughts which were darting from the past to the future. The moonlight, ever so beautiful, seemed to mock at my pathetic state as it shone through the crystal clear windows. I had never imagined myself landing into such a state of dispersion. I hated how I felt. I hated myself, but I don't know why. Ever since that day, my life, like a speck of dust, was picked up by the winds of time and was blown along with them mercilessly. Time was going too hurriedly, while my body and soul were always lagging behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I closed my eyes, expecting darkness to engulf my world. "Yes, fall asleep." I whispered to myself. No, something worse than darkness came uninvited. Moments of elation and misery came flooding in. These mixed feelings were meandering about my useless brain which could not control itself. My heart, now numbed by the frost in my life, was tirelessly churning out sadness in my blood via my veins. How I wished it could just stop beating and just let me be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Where did those days of exultation go to? Where? Come back. Please, just come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A thin line borders the two regions of love and friendship. Distinct words in a dictionary, but like a pair of twins, they come to exist in this world together. Can we love our friends? Can we be-friend with our lovers or our ex-lovers? Why not? I dare say I love every single one of my close friends. You would never know when the God of Death would snap his fingers. Yes, it is that easy. Anything can happen in a split second. That is also why, I've learned to treasure everyone around me. I don't want the same scenario to happen like how it did with my close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "I love you, and I always do, Wrixxie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Confusion surfaces when things are shrouded by the lack of clarity. The mist only gets thicker, and thicker. "Breathing" might even be difficult, to the extent that one would simply just give up, and step out. Only when one comes to clear matters up will the mist fade. So, why the hesitation? Is the sanctity of friendship over-rated? Is it really that worthless? I don't know. I really don't. All I know is, no one comes to your life simply just by sheer luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Life is like a team game. When we've just joined the game as new players, we are guided by our parents on the rules of the game. We are taught how to play this game. The tutorial, however, never ends even when we ourselves become tutors of the game. Simply put, they are our lifetime "guidebook" that we are indebted to. However, here is an essential trick to the game. We can find companions and entrust our games in their hands. Not totally, but wholeheartedly. We believe in them, have faith in them, and help them with their game as well. From now onwards, the games are intertwined with one another. Companions come in different forms. They can be our friends, our lovers, our teachers, our family members, and even anyone who plays the game as well. Without them, the game loses its meaning and no matter how you play the game, you will never win the game alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now, I just wish all of my friends and family members are happy with their lives. With or without me, it doesn't matter. Love exists in individual and various forms. For now, for me, it just exists in two forms - love for my friends and love for my family. That's all. This desensitized heart of mine, has no room for a lover now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        My eyelids, as heavy as my feelings, exerted its weight on me. I couldn't open my eyes. Yes, take me away. Yes, let dawn come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Written By Thong Ming Cong&lt;br /&gt;-Dedicated To: Wrixon and all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that took me about an hour. Somewhat like a mirror of my life situation now. I feel so fortunate I have my "bros" in my life. Really love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6707606742226618198?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6707606742226618198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6707606742226618198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6707606742226618198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6707606742226618198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4951696134722188750</id><published>2008-06-14T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:06:08.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong with you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Been playing tennis for the past 3 days in a row already. I can feel my arm throbbing. T_T. I'm still pretty lousy at it. hey, do take in account I'm pretty much a virgin in tennis. Haha. Speaking of virginity, I went clubbing for the first time in my life. Man, it was damn "smoky" and the lights were flashing non stop with different effects and myriads of colours. Damn cool, but damn chaotic too. Haha. Actually, most of the boys weren't dancing, they were more like shaking to the music. The ones who danced well were mostly the gals! Haha. But sadly, the girls there mostly had thick make up on and were pretty Ah-Lian-looking. And I didn't touch any of them k. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of the holidays is commencing, and I really really NEED to concentrate on my books already. Otherwise, the 4 Us or 4S are going to smash my face. Real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, k, I'm feeling quite shaqqed from all the hassle and traveling done today. Mentally and physically wasted. Taking a bath, and I'm going to hit the sack soon. Goodnight! And friday the 13 is officially over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4951696134722188750?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4951696134722188750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4951696134722188750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4951696134722188750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4951696134722188750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-wrong-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6030055448637583993</id><published>2008-06-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:09:01.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Been playing tennis for the past 3 days in a row already. I can feel my arm throbbing. T_T. I'm still pretty lousy at it. hey, do take in account I'm pretty much a virgin in tennis. Haha. Speaking of virginity, I went clubbing for the first time in my life. Man, it was damn "smoky" and the lights were flashing non stop with different effects and myriads of colours. Damn cool, but damn chaotic too. Haha. Actually, most of the boys weren't dancing, they were more like shaking to the music. The ones who danced well were mostly the gals! Haha. But sadly, the girls there mostly had thick make up on and were pretty Ah-Lian-looking. And I didn't touch any of them k. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of the holidays is commencing, and I really really NEED to concentrate on my books already. Otherwise, the 4 Us or 4S are going to smash my face. Real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, k, I'm feeling quite shaqqed from all the hassle and traveling done today. Mentally and physically wasted. Taking a bath, and I'm going to hit the sack soon. Goodnight! And friday the 13 is officially over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6030055448637583993?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6030055448637583993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6030055448637583993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6030055448637583993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6030055448637583993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5711665023494021054</id><published>2008-06-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:30:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new dawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how many still read my blog. It's been pretty lifeless already. Nvm. I shall blog as a form of keeping track of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty monotonous, albeit there isn't any upsets, yet. Hmm. Considering to take part in an east zone competition. Haha. In CO of course. I just want to see where I stand. The national competition is too pressurizing... Hope I win smth. haha. Co kid. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start working out soon. Need to jog badly. Fitness super duper low. Zz. Maybe I'll jog on my mugging days. A form of stress relief + to get me more absorbent (to academics stuff). Couldn't do maths today, a subject I was once very very proficient in. Sigh. Times have changed indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands are itching for two things. Mahjong + Basketball! ahh. Wanted to play so badly today... Missed those days in VS, when I could play it almost every other day. Miss my bball mates. Double sigh. I just wished I could go back to the past sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got drunk the previous two days. Gulped down about 9 shots of pure vodka. The mango flavored one was pretty nice, but the unflavored one tasted like bull crap. Zz. Nevertheless, I just wanted to get high, so I just drank them anyhow. Drinking too much within a short period of time can kill. I just wished I could have liquor now. Really makes one feel as if life's a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I feel like going to K-box soon! Hopefully the "singing king" (aka blim) can organise one soon. :D Going to shop my ass off tmr. Grr. I need more clothes and shoes. Probably getting one pair of sneakers and casual footwear. And and, we're watching a movie too. Narnia is it? Hope it's nice. Been a long time since we went out for a movie. Hope the usual "LAO DA"s won't be late! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and I bought smth for both of my sisters! Well, one of them received it alrdy and said it was really really nice and thanked me. Where's the usual kiss on my cheek, Thong Ming Siew! =p Hopefully, my other sis would have more to say (positive things of course). :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take care of yourself, best friend.&lt;br /&gt;You getting hurt is the last thing I ever want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5711665023494021054?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5711665023494021054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5711665023494021054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5711665023494021054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5711665023494021054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6128044801394503286</id><published>2008-05-18T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:40:01.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Days without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty dull. The vibrant colours of my life are more or less gone...to a place of no return. Albeit so, just had my SLV(don't know what it stands for, haha.), and it was a smashing success. Those tkps kids were pretty cool and outspoken, and I made some new little friends. (: Gave two of them my only two school collar badges, and I explained the three words on it, "Nil Sine Labore". How very true it is - it even applies to my current situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Bel and Kat today. It was pretty funny as we joked around quite a bit. Haha. Even so, I completed MOST of what I wanted to complete today. Surprisingly productive huh... Oh ya. The funniest thing that occurred today was the note Bel wrote to Kat. It goes smth like this..."Katherine You suck. Jobel." No offense but it was really hilarious(if you read it the way me and Bel read it. &gt;.&lt;) Don't you think "dirty"!  Hmm. That pretty much sums up my day today. Had a few personal emotional battles, but it wasn't very serious ones. So yupp. Guess I'm fine. All right, that's it for today! Goodnight all! and...Thanks Bel. (:   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read this,&lt;br /&gt;do not tear or despair.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to move on...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all that you've given me,&lt;br /&gt;including the downs and upsets.&lt;br /&gt;Take a step back into the past,&lt;br /&gt;reminisce the happy moments,&lt;br /&gt;and smile like how you always do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6128044801394503286?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6128044801394503286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6128044801394503286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6128044801394503286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6128044801394503286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/05/days-without-you_17.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-218169160393647027</id><published>2008-05-17T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:41:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Days without you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty dull. The vibrant colours of my life are more or less gone...to a place of no return. Albeit so, just had my SLV(don't know what it stands for, haha.), and it was a smashing success. Those tkps kids were pretty cool and outspoken, and I made some new little friends. (: Gave two of them my only two school collar badges, and I explained the three words on it, "Nil Sine Labore". How very true it is - it even applies to my current situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Bel and Kat today. It was pretty funny as we joked around quite a bit. Haha. Even so, I completed MOST of what I wanted to complete today. Surprisingly productive huh... Oh ya. The funniest thing that occurred today was the note Bel wrote to Kat. It goes smth like this..."Katherine You suck. Jobel." No offense but it was really hilarious(if you read it the way me and Bel read it. &gt;.&lt;) Don't you think "dirty"! Hmm. That pretty much sums up my day today. Had a few personal emotional battles, but it wasn't very serious ones. So yupp. Guess I'm fine. All right, that's it for today! Goodnight all! and...Thanks Bel. (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read this,&lt;br /&gt;do not tear or despair.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to move on...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all that you've given me,&lt;br /&gt;including the downs and upsets.&lt;br /&gt;Take a step back into the past,&lt;br /&gt;reminisce the happy moments,&lt;br /&gt;and smile like how you always do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-218169160393647027?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/218169160393647027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=218169160393647027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/218169160393647027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/218169160393647027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/05/days-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8441927213640343323</id><published>2008-04-23T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:41:23.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I blog so that "aaaaddyy" will take her medicine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponned school today to study chem. Haha. BUT I haven't even started on it yet. Guiltyy. T_T. Anyway, life's been pretty monotonous for me. School kinda sucks. &gt;.&lt;. I'm lagging behind school work. Not surprising eh. Haha. All Right, I shall start mugging for chem sooon. Bye bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSINGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8441927213640343323?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8441927213640343323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8441927213640343323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8441927213640343323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8441927213640343323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-blog-so-that-aaaaddyy-will-take-her.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1361280822913314205</id><published>2008-04-06T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:00:26.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for everything, your love, the happiness you brought me, and even all the sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved before...&lt;br /&gt;To have lost...really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1361280822913314205?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1361280822913314205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1361280822913314205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1361280822913314205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1361280822913314205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-for-everything-your-love.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2637970108686337947</id><published>2008-03-29T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:51:27.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged... This might even be the last time I'm going to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I cannot control my eyes. I got out of the room as quickly as i could when I typed..."If I had one wish, I wished I were back in vs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss VS. Life was perfect. Academics, CCA, gaming, sports, friends, classmates, schoolmates, teachers...and even bgr. I really felt it was the best place I ever could be. I swear if there's still a VS in future, I'll send my son there. However, it was the place I had my happiest but also my saddest moments of my life... I lost a loved one there. There are times when I just can't help it but let out some tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I totally fucked up my life. Made a really bad mistake at the start of the year that caused my relationship to plunge... Not doing tutorials, poning some school days... I even feel stress from my CCA. I totally have zero motivation to study. Everyday I go home, I bury myself in the "luxury" of using the com. A price has to be paid. I'm loss for words. How did I land myself into this bottomless pit of agony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life was a dream, then I rather snap out of this. Right now. Been having headaches quite often now. Part of me wished that it's a tumor. Part of me even wish to be not able to see the daylight the next day anymore... But all these thoughts are selfish. I know how it feels like to lose a loved one. I don't want anyone who love me to go through this pain. It really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry. Boys who do are wimps. But my tears seem to come from an endless well. Even wiping my laptop makes me sad. My favourite word is rue, and I liked it when I learned it at secondary three. I regret not spending more time with him... I regret making that mistake... Why can't we turn back time?...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a higher being out there, erase the memories of me from everyone's heads and erase my memories too. Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For saying that...Sorry mum, sorry dad, sorry to all who love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bathe now. Hopefully a hot bath can ease my pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My eyes hurt. Do yours hurt too?&lt;br /&gt;Give me your pain. I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't, I still will.&lt;br /&gt;Cause to me, the only thing that matters...&lt;br /&gt;Is you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2637970108686337947?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2637970108686337947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2637970108686337947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2637970108686337947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2637970108686337947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2024445189300717427</id><published>2008-02-05T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:16:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Changed my song. This song is really nicee! :D Thanks to blim who "intro" me to this song. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2024445189300717427?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2024445189300717427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2024445189300717427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2024445189300717427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2024445189300717427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5477908643823443289</id><published>2008-02-04T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:51:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, it's bed time! Sweet dreams all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The best of the best...&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes,&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5477908643823443289?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5477908643823443289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5477908643823443289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5477908643823443289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5477908643823443289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-its-bed-time-sweet-dreams-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7390788865595495542</id><published>2008-02-01T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:21:31.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Very tired. Had interclass games, then co till 7 on wed. Then today, PE + co rehearsal. Tmr, there's 3rd period PE. Great. Whole body aching. Sleeping early. Goodnight y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7390788865595495542?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7390788865595495542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7390788865595495542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7390788865595495542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7390788865595495542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4422621817664532992</id><published>2008-01-26T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:51:23.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 points + DSA. Happy? Nope. My close buddy didn't make the mark...neither did some of my closer friends... Education is just as important as the environment that we're studying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are results really that important? All right, I'll admit the society judges ppl based on their qualifications aka pieces of papers. But honestly, what happened to being street-smart and other non-academic aspects in life? Good interviews far outweigh qualifications. My friend's mum immediately turned a very "valuable" candidate down, because he was dragging his feet into the room which he was to be interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hard to cheer ppl hard. Maybe it's because of my results... Does my results really take away my role as a friend? Just because I am a 6-pointer, I cannot understand how it feels to screw up? I'm not a charmed one. I'm not a superhuman. I'm just a fallible person, who has made mistakes, met setbacks, and crossed paths with disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my friends who were upset with each of your results, brace yourselves up for the various obstacles in future. This is not even the halfway mark. Cheer up. And sorry if I've offended anyone with my words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have done well, congrats. This is only a stepping stone, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wished I could share my achievements with you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4422621817664532992?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4422621817664532992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4422621817664532992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4422621817664532992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4422621817664532992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/01/6-points-dsa.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1941331341994604542</id><published>2008-01-21T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:36:42.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling shaqqed, although I just woke up from a nap. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Went sentosa with my sub-og today! It's my "virgin" time there, for as long as i can remember. Also, had a picnic there. Embarrassingly, it's also my first time having a picnic. &gt;.&lt;. Played many games too, like volleyball(which I totally sucked at), soccer and captain's ball(WE ROCKED, right Sijie, Sihan and Jobel? =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, just finished my GP project. Researched on 5 figureheads/significant events. Tiring man. I'm going to do a unprepared presentation of my research work to the class. Hopefully, I can deliver it in a way that it's interesting! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, nature calls, and so I have to go. Bye y'all. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1941331341994604542?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1941331341994604542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1941331341994604542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1941331341994604542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1941331341994604542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-shaqqed-although-i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5204317757456439346</id><published>2008-01-06T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:29:26.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this from a book called "Tuesdays with Morrie", a US bestseller. Personally, I find that it's a must-read book. It goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which side wins, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which side wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love wins. Love always wins." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is based on the words of a professor, a man who already has his legs in the coffin, and his student. A really confounding book I would say, as it really integrates new thoughts and realizations with our mind. Read it, and you won't regret it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension of opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5204317757456439346?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5204317757456439346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5204317757456439346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5204317757456439346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5204317757456439346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2008/01/found-this-from-book-called-tuesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2942891217273559987</id><published>2007-12-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T03:21:14.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're anti-vugularities, don't scroll down. Get out of here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home only ard an hour ago, but yet my perception of my eldest brother has changed. Drastically. Before NS, he was the overbearing, hated and useless brother in my mind. During NS, or rather, before he started playing World of Warcraft, he became a reasonable, likeable and desirable brother I always wanted to have. This little wish of mine I had since young, is now frozen back to nothing but a wish. It was granted, but not for long. Now, to me, he's just a fucked up brother that has just lost all my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the computer for just 10 mins. A fucking short period of time, don't you think? And unfortunately, the asshole came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I use the com? I want to watch soccer on the com."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I just started using not long ago." (Obviously, I was still in my jeans.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to watch soccer on the com now leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to play warcraft 3 with my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go use the laptop can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The laptop is really laggy, why don't you use the laptop to watch soccer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I want to play WoW(World of Warcraft)." Now that's the real reason why he wanted the laptop. Fucking liar, piece of shit. And he goes on saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to go out tomorrow, and you can play tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow is christmas eve, of course I'm going out too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going out on christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously, I'm also going out on christmas too.'' (My family has no habit of celebrating christmas btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he shows me a fucking face, and says,"Let me play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't come home for two days, and you can't even let me play awhile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's none of my buisness that you're not home." This really pissed me off. I didn't even touch the com for two days, and he can't even let me play now? Is that reasonable? Is that what a brother should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet, but my mind was in total pandemonion. I couldn't believe he said that. Really, not even if time was rewound, countless time. Within a few seconds, I made up my mind. I was damn pissed at that moment. I said "Fine. Go use the com" and I stormed out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my ire, I didn't realise I slammed my room door. I stayed in my room, speechless. He didn't even say anything when I left the room, as if he had all the reason and morals in this world. Well, if right was him, then no one is right. I then decided to take the laptop to blog about this incident. I opened my room door, grabbed the laptop, and again, unknowingly slammed the room door. But I knew, part of me wanted to show him how angry I was...and how a fucking useless brother he was. I don't even know why I'm addressing as "brother", when he's not worthy to be one. Who the fuck bought him meals when he was on crutches? Who the fuck accompanied him to the polyclinic early in the morning to dress his wound? Did I complain? No. Did I ask for anything in return? No. What did I do to deserve such treatment from him? God, give me an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God took pity on me, and came to my side. For this, I truly thank him. The slamming of my door woke my dad up. And my dad caught him playing or something to that extent. In other words, he couldn't use the com. Now, guess what. He became the nice guy! WoW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Knocks on my room door. "Open the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What fuck me? You want to use the com right? Go use la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what? I alrdy set up the laptop, asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'm the asshole? You slammed the door and woke papa up." Haha, that was the best thing I've heard from the useless shithole(his mouth) of his. I'll admit. I was laughing deep in my heart. But yet at the same time, I was still fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he kept insisting I slammed the door, while I kept denying. Fine, I did slam the door.(In my fury, I seriously didn't realise it.) So what? You expect me to close the door nicely? Besides, if I had half the mind to slam the door, the sound caused wouldn't be of that volume. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that kind of sums up the incident. My mum talked to me shortly after, saying that I have a quick temper and stuff. If I had a quick temper, I wouldn't have erupted today. This shit happens quite often after he started playing WoW. But my mum didn't take his side. She said NOTHING in his favour. She did NOT rebut me when I scolded my brother in her face. My mum's a reasonable woman. Honestly. Finally, she left the conversation saying, "I cannot stand the both of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about playing or not. It's just the lack of reason in his "commanding" of his younger brother...Me. Not only now, but since I was young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect? Gone. Hatred? Resurfaced. Look fucker, you want my respect? You fucking earn it, but I can tell you, this time, it's going to be much fucking harder. I hope you read this...bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing, I can still remember the good times... Maybe that's why I still call my brother, brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where were you..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2942891217273559987?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2942891217273559987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2942891217273559987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2942891217273559987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2942891217273559987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-youre-anti-vugularities-dont-scroll.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4583475298473400774</id><published>2007-11-25T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:20:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4583475298473400774?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4583475298473400774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4583475298473400774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4583475298473400774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4583475298473400774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2462957927318822749</id><published>2007-11-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:59:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My cauldron of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, place, shall be where I pour out all my unhappiness. About how many people visits here, I don't really bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.05am now. My life feels so empty all of a sudden. I need someone to talk to. Two of my best friends are deep in slumber...and another significant person in my life as well. Boys don't cry, well, who said that? Fuck him. God's been making my life jammed with many events, big or small, but, all are just as impact-ful. A friend of mine just passed away recently. It's the first time I cried because of a boy. It's the longest time I cried. It's also the dawn of a new life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love your loved ones." Althou&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gh everyone knows it at heart, but no actions are taken. When they are really gone, we regret not spending more time with them. Because we know, we can only see them somewhere at night, the time when we are taken on a journey of total unconsciousness. In other words, we'll never see them face to face clearly. Nor hear their breathing. And never&lt;/span&gt; to be able to feel their warmth. Never... Now, to me, life's about treasuring the living, and not the un-living. For example, friends over money. I really miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, I'm holding back my tears. For what reason, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us a heart. For what? To pump blood? We might as well just have one made of metal or plastic. The human heart is made of flesh, emotions, feelings, thoughts, love, and even desires. That's what makes distinguish every single one of us by being different in our very own ways. Love brings wonders. Very true, but this phrase is missing out on other things... *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I bring you back your smile, my silly girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th of November, my grandpa's birthday. The only event which pulled my day up from the depths of "The Pits". I brought him a soup to drink, and I could see that he was really elated. At that moment, I felt just as happy as well, looking at him smiling while drinking it. Maybe, love really links two souls from different bodies together, such that both are able to feel the same way as the other, regardless of the distance. This applies to all kinds of love, especially, love between the male and female sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can I be all right when you're like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All right, it's bed time I guess. Sleep cures all illness. A new day is a new start. Treasure your loved ones, as you'll never when they'll leave you...with nothing but only beautiful memories. Goodnight all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you to be smiling again...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2462957927318822749?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2462957927318822749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2462957927318822749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2462957927318822749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2462957927318822749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-cauldron-of-sorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1080868565564502371</id><published>2007-10-08T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:07:25.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All I want, is a smile. Your smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smile for me, my girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1080868565564502371?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1080868565564502371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1080868565564502371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1080868565564502371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1080868565564502371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-i-want-is-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7058112892248473384</id><published>2007-09-15T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:15:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found a poem entitled "I will kiss her and smile again"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss her and smile again&lt;br /&gt;Because I know it makes her happy&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing better than to see&lt;br /&gt;Someone happy than sad&lt;br /&gt;She is the sunshine of my life&lt;br /&gt;We know now that love is the most important thing&lt;br /&gt;In our livesIf I could have a few wishes&lt;br /&gt;I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of your breath on my neck&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your lips on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingers on my skin&lt;br /&gt;And the feel of your heart beating with mine&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;With anyone other than youYour lips speak soft sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Your touch a cool caress&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in your magic&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats within your chestI think of you each morning&lt;br /&gt;And dream of you each night&lt;br /&gt;I think of your arms being around me&lt;br /&gt;And cannot express my delight&lt;br /&gt;Because you are everything I hoped for&lt;br /&gt;I love you for so many things&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your touch, your kiss, and your smile&lt;br /&gt;I accept you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;You can relax and just be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem, mainly because of this part, "I accept you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;You can relax and just be you ". You love someone because that someone is special in his or her own ways. Learning how to love their personalities, and including their flaws, are all part of the journey of loving someone. Love is intricate. Ironically, it's conflicts that keep a relationship healthy. Without conflicts, there would be no experience...no lessons learnt. They can be stepping stones, or the ending of a relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wonder how much I'll get for english after Mr Kenneth Chong said our class screwed up... Nvm, my four big aces are pretty safe. (: Double maths, double sciences. Oh well, I just wish I can be the better few for english. Good luck to y'all for your results too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your tears, bring me tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7058112892248473384?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7058112892248473384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7058112892248473384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7058112892248473384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7058112892248473384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/09/found-poem-entitled-i-will-kiss-her-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8571276854421429121</id><published>2007-08-23T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:16:36.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best birthday i ever had, and I made the same wish as i did last year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;May this last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8571276854421429121?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8571276854421429121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8571276854421429121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8571276854421429121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8571276854421429121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-birthday-i-ever-had-and-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-4509498496341849240</id><published>2007-08-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:00:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I meant it. Those words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy. New shoes from my friends! Thanks! Haha. Although my wallet had a hole burned into it from swensie's. &gt;.&lt;. But it's ok. (: It was the best birthday celebration i ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got awoken by the stupid noises from the construction work. Zz. Had to seek shelter, from the noise, in my brother's room. 6 books piled up on the table, and i'm going to finish what I've planned to do! Go go! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, it's studying timee. Goodbye all, and take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love is beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and so are you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-4509498496341849240?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/4509498496341849240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=4509498496341849240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4509498496341849240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/4509498496341849240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-meant-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5674670125883585121</id><published>2007-08-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:18:15.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although time flies by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I don't get to see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but some things will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5674670125883585121?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5674670125883585121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5674670125883585121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5674670125883585121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5674670125883585121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5927879520952919412</id><published>2007-07-30T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:37:46.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time...When will it come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the a great dream this morning, if only it came true...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, suddenly felt like listening to this song. So tada, here it is. (: Haven't really been sticking to my timetable... Too much school stuff. Oh well, I'll try my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, that's all for now. Enjoy life, for it is short. You'll never know when it'll end. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5927879520952919412?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5927879520952919412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5927879520952919412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5927879520952919412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5927879520952919412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5074554380663220647</id><published>2007-07-23T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:33:58.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Magical, you are. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5074554380663220647?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5074554380663220647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5074554380663220647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5074554380663220647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5074554380663220647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/07/magical-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7420958410487823301</id><published>2007-07-10T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:14:07.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7420958410487823301?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7420958410487823301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7420958410487823301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7420958410487823301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7420958410487823301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7364880259317944850</id><published>2007-07-05T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:06:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is passing so slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I feel like I'm in the holidays again. Been playing quite alot recently. =/. I need to go back to the mugging-mode! Okay, this wkend onwards. MUG! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's all. This blog is so dead. =x. My bad i guess, nvm. I've got one visitor, and that's... good enough! =D Bye bye to the un-fat little girl... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Missing you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7364880259317944850?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7364880259317944850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7364880259317944850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7364880259317944850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7364880259317944850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-is-passing-so-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7571729744521714325</id><published>2007-06-23T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:44:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny. I feel a little moody today, maybe it's cause I'm tired. The stupid weather isn't helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming to an end. ): I want to sleep more...and... Anyway! I'm going to bathe and start mugging soon...with my faithful air-con of course! (: Tmr's my DSA. T_T. Didn't practise enough, but I guess I'll do fine. I'll practise a little later. (Sorry neighbours! =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's it I guess. I need a rest. Good bye all. Take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Waittt! Before i go, I'm going to make this a long post... By putting some pictures which made me laugh! =D!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDOcgdgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D0BPbPLigs0/s1600-h/ATT00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078758613323904514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDOcgdgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D0BPbPLigs0/s320/ATT00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDecgdhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l87j1kjG8xE/s1600-h/ATT00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078758617618871826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDecgdhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l87j1kjG8xE/s320/ATT00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDecgdiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y4zz3LuDjOM/s1600-h/ATT00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078758617618871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDecgdiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y4zz3LuDjOM/s320/ATT00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDecgdjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-1d5znrTyJw/s1600-h/ATT00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078758617618871858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDecgdjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-1d5znrTyJw/s320/ATT00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would give my world to you.&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/34525013-7571729744521714325?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7571729744521714325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7571729744521714325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7571729744521714325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7571729744521714325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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/_QYPwjy6Z4C8/RntgDOcgdgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D0BPbPLigs0/s72-c/ATT00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34525013.post-3813177722114125213</id><published>2007-06-08T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:33:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 mins. That's all it takes for a quick shower, yet, many things can go through your mind in that short period of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hmm, went to macs to study today. =D. Realised my A-maths is deproving really badly, must be the lack of practice. Alright, AMATHS, here I come. Geo, here I...Chem, here...Physics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is going to be a great one - don't ask me why, I just know it. (: Mugging is great, provided it does not exhaust the poor young minds of muggers. Btw, coffee helps alot in studying! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guess I'm going to end here now. Bye bye and take care y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That reflection of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to see it age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3813177722114125213?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3813177722114125213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3813177722114125213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3813177722114125213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3813177722114125213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/06/5-mins.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2073105853314050242</id><published>2007-06-01T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:20:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time will prove everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. 30/5 was a great day! (: Everything went out fine, no, more than fine! For the first time, my end value for the spa wasn't all bad.. so, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Im happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy! =D Bye all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll prove it with time, if you let me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2073105853314050242?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2073105853314050242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2073105853314050242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2073105853314050242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2073105853314050242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-will-prove-everything-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2642686948113567231</id><published>2007-05-21T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:14:31.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogger has recovered! Phew. Feel as slacky as a sluggy. Exams are over, but a WEEK of chinese intensive programme is going to kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. That's all i guess. Going to bathe sooon. Bye bye all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've never felt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2642686948113567231?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2642686948113567231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2642686948113567231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2642686948113567231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2642686948113567231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-day-anyway-blogger-has-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5619994367469291355</id><published>2007-05-15T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:48:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no, this blog is so un-updated. AND, god, the construction work is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is weird! I can't click the icons... Anw, the chinese paper was ez. Funny why the standard dropped so much, guess the guilty teachers realised what murderers they were. =p. I'm going to start studying for SS soon! I'm coming, A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone for their MYEs, be it results/papers! (: Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible words I traced,&lt;br /&gt;were words my heart said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5619994367469291355?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5619994367469291355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5619994367469291355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5619994367469291355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5619994367469291355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-no-this-blog-is-so-un-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1832986402919689372</id><published>2007-05-06T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:09:17.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is weird. Anw, today's a happy day for me! (: although something bad happened... Yup. Cheer up Darren! Bye all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me melt inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1832986402919689372?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1832986402919689372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1832986402919689372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1832986402919689372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1832986402919689372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogger-is-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7047993691952781904</id><published>2007-05-01T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:45:10.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30/4/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: tiring day, but still a happy one! haha, don't ask me why. Hmm. Tmr's labour day, so...it's mugging time! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, i have a movie to catch. Wanted to go because of JARRETT CHIN HAN WEI, but he didn't give us an answer. Stupid guy. So, i ended up getting persuaded by IAN CHONG to go. BUT, i'm still studying ok! I'll be at macs super duper early to study...Of course, that is if my slumber allows me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up from a wonderful nap, cause i managed to sleep with unconstructive noise from some neighbouring construction work. (It's rare that I can sleep with noise) Hmm. Going to study soon, but I'm still not officially awake yet. Maybe just awhile more...BYEBYE ALL! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it's not recent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7047993691952781904?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7047993691952781904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7047993691952781904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7047993691952781904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7047993691952781904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/30407-tiring-day-but-still-happy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7870738096657316577</id><published>2007-04-27T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:30:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Itchy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me count...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 mosquito bites in total. Killed the big one, the smaller one/ones flew away...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dumb room of my brothers', dirty and dangerous. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up my physics spa, my value was too low. One mark gone. Nvm. I just have to be more careful/lucky for my next spa. Anyway, had mock english paper two + chinese paper one today. TIRING. Tmr, it's Chem Spa + chinese paper two. Sigh. I need...ROJAK. =D! (ian/tim treating ^^) Hmm. Ok that's all for today. Short i know. Chemistry-homework and study-physics time! Itchy. Bye all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to take care of ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7870738096657316577?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7870738096657316577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7870738096657316577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7870738096657316577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7870738096657316577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8129176135342187270</id><published>2007-04-25T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:23:14.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid geo. Raa. There goes my B3, flying away from me. And it's gone. ): Culdn't finish the paper because i did half a question wrongly! T_T. Sigh, and the question that was half-done was on the topic that i woke up at 5am to study. BUT, it's not wasted, i'll have less to study for mid-years, prelims and O-LVLS. Bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Did a english mock exam paper one too. Topic : Life's Pleasures. Wrote about having money, friends, love and family.. Hope it's not out of point. &gt;.&lt;. AND it's a SUPER BUSY week this week. ): Stresss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Either i'll take a nap now, or sleep earlier tonight. Sleeepy. Goodnight all. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8129176135342187270?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8129176135342187270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8129176135342187270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8129176135342187270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8129176135342187270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-7635296157049111818</id><published>2007-04-22T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:28:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH. GEO TEST on TUES. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't finish studying yet, and Mdm Kwok haven't return me my essays! =/. Slowpoke. Anw, tummy feels a little weird. According to my "history txbk", diarrhoea is on its wayyy. &gt;.&lt;. Yup. Heading to the toilet now. Must have been the spicy noodle i ate for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED to chiong my remaining few chapters alrdy. READ THIS ALL ---&gt; I GOING TO PASS MY GEO... With teleporting colours! =D. BYEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't doubt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-7635296157049111818?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/7635296157049111818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=7635296157049111818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7635296157049111818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/7635296157049111818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8644601603148821842</id><published>2007-04-15T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:21:15.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I feel weird. &gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is so dead. =/. Oh well. Guess there is less and less time for me to blog. I need to study study...till i get into VJC with SIX! Sigh. Hope i have enough energy to last till then... Hmm. Tmr is going to be another "study day" for me. Bye bye all. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8644601603148821842?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8644601603148821842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8644601603148821842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8644601603148821842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8644601603148821842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6495193546717751435</id><published>2007-04-07T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:05:38.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: Been a good good day today. Although plan A failed. &gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing i did in the morning, was to go to mac's to study. Had BIG breakfast. =D. And had fillet 'o' fish meal for lunch. Then went home. And carried out plan A. Then plan B. Then home again. Of cos, both plans were tiring, but fufilling. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Found my long lost mp3 player! She lost her way and ended up hiding in one of the pockets of the jacket. Made me worried, but nevertheless, i still love her. (: Sounds like a living person. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And GOLD for syf! Yay. Although i wanted GWH, but gold is fine too i guess. I'm addicted to my solo btw =x. But both songs were very well-done, so good job guys! (: Especially john, although i still dun really like him. =p. Attitute-ed me. haha nvm i guess. I was just trying to make him practise harder. so yup. Hmm. Oh ya, I'll come back and teach u guys(dizi), that is if i have the time. Yup. I told u guys what i wanted to say after syf alrdy. Remember what i said k. (: especially EMERZ and samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, bye for now. May more jolly things happen! Stay happy, little girl and boys! (: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feel..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll give you over millions of smiles, over years and years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6495193546717751435?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6495193546717751435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6495193546717751435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6495193546717751435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6495193546717751435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/been-good-good-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-2260580415473155719</id><published>2007-04-02T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:21:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days. SYF. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i have stage fright. I'll feel like puking/coughing when i'm on the stage. Haven't overcome it yet, so let's just hope i'll be fine on that day. Hmm. Did all my Amaths hw, excluding those i don't know how to do, thanks to my food poisoning. Missed the whole part on some stupid graphs. ): TEACH ME SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it'll be mugging time after syf. Ahh. Oh, ya. Tag please, to the person who asked me to blog. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That is all. Byebye all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-2260580415473155719?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/2260580415473155719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=2260580415473155719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2260580415473155719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/2260580415473155719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8108185924666863864</id><published>2007-04-01T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:12:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't get enough of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8108185924666863864?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8108185924666863864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8108185924666863864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8108185924666863864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8108185924666863864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/03/30.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6838359174751483194</id><published>2007-03-29T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:44:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 50th post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I feel HIGH. &gt;.&lt;. Maybe not so high anymore, thanks to school. Eating away my energy. For hw, theres one and a half essay question waiting for me to fill up in my bag + one and a half chinese compo. Guess i'll rest awhile first before starting on them. Hmm. I want to watch Mr.Bean but i don't have the time. Hope it's still showing after my syf. Going to start SUPER-STUDYING after syf. Muggggg. So yup i tink i'll have less time to blog. T_T. Anw, im HUNGRY! Bring me food, and i'll reward you with ANYTHING! =D Ok, going to bathe now. Byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Till the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6838359174751483194?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6838359174751483194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6838359174751483194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6838359174751483194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6838359174751483194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/03/50th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-8339429402910470642</id><published>2007-03-21T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:03:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Good day, bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught for playing cards. ok. Made up my mind. No more playing of cards in class. Sigh. Had a "chat" with Mr.Chia...Long story. Dat's for the bad day part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral topic. "Tell me something unexpected which happened to you." Guess what? I UNEXPECTEDLY got caught by Chia. So yup. I told a grandmother's story... Had positive comments, and in all, i did pretty well. So yup. Dat's for the good day part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess, at least i'm not going to play cards in class from now onwards. Hmm. See me in front of the school tmr at assembly tmr guys(victorians).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-8339429402910470642?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/8339429402910470642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=8339429402910470642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8339429402910470642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/8339429402910470642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm_20.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5715496453185914761</id><published>2007-03-04T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:03:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second best day of my life. Best, of cos, 30/5/06. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Words can't describe how i feel now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5715496453185914761?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5715496453185914761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5715496453185914761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5715496453185914761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5715496453185914761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-second-best-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-3782807019882586607</id><published>2007-03-03T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:49:30.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today's a friday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt like blogging. Got this from some religious place, it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday is already a dream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tomorrow is only a vision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But today well-lived,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and every tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vision of hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it means to forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;and to look forward to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;A new day means a new start.&lt;br /&gt;Only remember the good things and not the bad ones,&lt;br /&gt;life would be much happier that way...&lt;br /&gt;and to attempt to make the next day, a more pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;And, I want to bring joy to the people around me. Or at least try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start my revision soon. Didnt do very well for CA. Weird, i dun feel depressed or anything. Instead, I feel even more motivated to work harder. Yup ill come out with a time table or smth soon. Co is killing me though. Im going to practise at least a few hundred times of my solo part. 33 days more. Jia you to CO ppl. Wun be blogging anytime soon, unless deres smth to blog about. Hopefully, a jolly one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite alot of time in typing this. Wun be blogging anytime soon. &gt;.&lt;. Bedtimeee. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A mystery you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3782807019882586607?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3782807019882586607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3782807019882586607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3782807019882586607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3782807019882586607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-3747803375829128103</id><published>2007-02-25T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:43:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syf = ard 40 days more. Some are still poning pracs. Hmm. Im nt expecting a gold anyway. Don't know y m i still going for pracs, when i even haf my A1 alrdy. I guess it's for Mr Goh. Yup, anw, im just going to try my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Been a long time since i last blogged. Too bz i guess. Either that or it is becus theres nth to blog abt. Going to start to do my hw soon. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3747803375829128103?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3747803375829128103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3747803375829128103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3747803375829128103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3747803375829128103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1920178714966171328</id><published>2007-02-15T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:33:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14th Feb 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best valentine's day. (:&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't worry, I understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, the best thing that ever happened to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1920178714966171328?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1920178714966171328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1920178714966171328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1920178714966171328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1920178714966171328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/14th-feb-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-3677146643638518484</id><published>2007-02-14T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:00:54.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorated the classroom today! =D. First time in my four years in vs. It was quite fun, but tiring. Let's hope we will win it guys. Hmm, tired, but cant get to sleep. =/. Ended up listening to mp3. Btw can anyone get me the scores of Eric Chiryoku's songs? It's troublesome to listen and write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Tomorrow's valentine's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-3677146643638518484?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/3677146643638518484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=3677146643638518484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3677146643638518484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/3677146643638518484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm_13.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-6867603373457328292</id><published>2007-02-11T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:51:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Quite happy today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's housework time. Or roomwork. Spent the whole morning tidying up one fully-occupied(nicer way of saying untidy) wardrobe, and put my own clothes in. Went to buy some stationary. Bought one collared, long-sleeved, black shirt. $69. Gt scolded. =/. Heck, was eyeing it for quite some time, and it's the last piece! Lucky me. Hmm. Anw, folding clothes can be tiring. Same for washing the toilet. &gt;.&lt;. Changed the toilet's "curtains" and my rm's. It is now sky-blue in colour and full of dolphins on it. =D! The rm's is still in the wash. Hmm. Sigh. Throat is still sore. AND. Next wk is CA wk. Study study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-6867603373457328292?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/6867603373457328292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=6867603373457328292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6867603373457328292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/6867603373457328292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm_10.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-1376610003200918205</id><published>2007-02-11T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:04:07.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Quite happy today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's housework time. Or roomwork. Spent the whole morning tidying up one fully-occupied(nicer way of saying untidy) wardrobe, and put my own clothes in. Went to buy some stationary. Bought one collared, long-sleeved, black shirt. $69. Gt scolded. =/. Heck, was eyeing it for quite some time, and it's the last piece! Lucky me. Hmm. Anw, folding clothes can be tiring. Same for washing the toilet. &gt;.&lt;. Changed the toilet's "curtains" and my rm's. It is now sky-blue in colour and full of dolphins on it. =D! The rm's is still in the wash. Hmm. Sigh. Throat is still sore. AND. Next wk is CA wk. Study study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post dedicated to kelly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-1376610003200918205?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/1376610003200918205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=1376610003200918205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1376610003200918205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/1376610003200918205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-395337573986060837</id><published>2007-02-06T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:04:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great day yesterday. A great one today. =D. Sick though. ): Missed pe. ): Throat hurts when i swallow my saliva... Anyway. yup. Great job to everyone(majority) yesterday. Was pretty much a success. (: Didnt expect that many people to come. And and, luckily i didnt screw up my solo part. Scary. =x. I sighed in relief after i finished the last part of the solo. Best of all, had had one of the nicest and the most beautiful walk of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I meant every word i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-395337573986060837?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/395337573986060837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=395337573986060837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/395337573986060837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/395337573986060837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/d.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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-34525013.post-5601334953807091205</id><published>2007-02-04T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:28:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very bad day. No mood to blog any further. Good luck tmr guys. Dun disappoint Mr Goh, and Mr Chiang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For now, may my wish come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For it is really what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34525013-5601334953807091205?l=threetimesten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/feeds/5601334953807091205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34525013&amp;postID=5601334953807091205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5601334953807091205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34525013/posts/default/5601334953807091205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threetimesten.blogspot.com/2007/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>mc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08050348091850933422</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></feed>
