<?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-30228638</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:37.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plainly Conceive...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30228638.post-1142647417653688140</id><published>2007-12-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:37:43.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After what seems like a very long time, I finally met up with my all time favourite bestie charity tan for a day of fun-filled shopping! We were supposed to shop for Christmas gifts, but as always, we ended up shopping for everything else. At the end of the day, I didn't even buy Christmas cards! At least charity did. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it was a day of crazy photo-taking sessions, with the camera taking blur shots (charity will always be complaining, "my camera is so lousy you know!"), gossiping, some are-you-serious?!/you're-lying! moments, going around searching for the best deals, and I really mean going AROUND searching for good deals, eating good food, eating delicious chocolate mint cakes for tea and most importantly heart to heart talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What added to the fun was charity's jacket, that was unfortunately very loose. I couldn't help but kept on pulling it lah, and we both ended up with expanded shirts at the end of the day. Very big and loose blouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we bought alot of things...for ourselves!!! shoes, dresses, blouses you name it! charity had to go for a play later so very sadly, our shopping adventure ended rather early, but that's ok, cause we're meeting up again to continue from where we stopped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-1142647417653688140?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/1142647417653688140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=1142647417653688140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1142647417653688140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1142647417653688140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-what-seems-like-very-long-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-9139907098810582170</id><published>2007-12-02T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:39:33.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was... a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just wanna thank my favourite bestie for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-9139907098810582170?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/9139907098810582170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=9139907098810582170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/9139907098810582170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/9139907098810582170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-8228116704019459710</id><published>2007-11-24T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:50:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been such a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are ending...VERY SOON! Christmas is coming...VERY VERY SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh and michelle are coming home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things to look forward to, listening to Christmas songs really makes me happyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my Christmas tree. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-8228116704019459710?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8228116704019459710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=8228116704019459710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8228116704019459710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8228116704019459710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-such-long-time-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-2172042833765854949</id><published>2007-11-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:32:53.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_na9V2bLsQRI/RzCI6WhTdpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kKffvtjbbQ/s1600-h/bev+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_na9V2bLsQRI/RzCI6WhTdpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kKffvtjbbQ/s320/bev+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129750511634052754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shewantsit.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna buy affordable and totally chic dresses? check this website out! dresses for prom are also available! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-2172042833765854949?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2172042833765854949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=2172042833765854949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/2172042833765854949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/2172042833765854949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpshewantsit.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_na9V2bLsQRI/RzCI6WhTdpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kKffvtjbbQ/s72-c/bev+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30228638.post-2317002480252142981</id><published>2007-10-19T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:33:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think whenever it approaches the weekends, the happy level goes WAY up. Have been looking at many many clothes, super good stuff. Shopping with bolzie today, even better stuff, so many good deals! Shopping for a pencil was really quite funny. We actually bickered for over twenty minutes over a PENCIL. That's...commendable man.  AND HELLO! It was good stuff GALORE in school today! Really good stuff, actually, it was more like a hot date, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-2317002480252142981?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2317002480252142981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=2317002480252142981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/2317002480252142981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/2317002480252142981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-whenever-it-approaches-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-6323194590464372676</id><published>2007-10-17T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:59:23.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit and support my bestie's website at http://measureoflove.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;The clothes are oh-so-pretty and so are the models. (yeah, charity paid me to say that about the models. LOL) no lahh! go check it out, it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And charity, the skit that you recommended me to watch was just so so perfect. It's a wonderful skit, I keep watching it whenever I need the extra motivation. whoooo haha I think we can watch the shocking one together some other time. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the day I thought that I would never get through... Guess what comes next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-6323194590464372676?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6323194590464372676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=6323194590464372676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6323194590464372676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6323194590464372676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-world-please-visit-and-support-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-2051579930327999776</id><published>2007-09-29T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:36:57.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each day, I'm faced with an unexpected situation. What am I supposed to do when so many problems are thrown at me? What am I supposed to say, how am I supposed to react and what am I expected to do? I have school too, I have studies as well, and I have my exams. As each day passes, I find out more and more things that I don't know how to respond to. I can't make a fuss out of it if not everyone thinks I'm the mean one. I can't tell anyone about it because I can't bring myself to. Just keeping it all inside, hoping that... I'll be able to forget everything that has been happening... one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my girl pals so badly now, neh, sheryl, michelle, shu en, saf, charity, bolzie. I really need you guys so badly now, I didn't know that things were gonna get so difficult. I'm so tired... and I really need you guys here, to help me through. I really need you guys, to talk some sense to me, to scold me, to just be around. I really love you girls. And I can't wait for all of us to go out, laugh, cry and scream together. It's just hard to go pass each day knowing that some of you are overseas and the others are so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of minutes, I was expected to swallow everything and act as though nothing happened because so much was at stake. I couldn't risk anything. Not at this crucial juncture. I really wanted to scream at you, shout at you but there was no way. It was not anger, more of pain. It was not jealousy, more of disappointment. And after reading, thinking through everything that had been happening, it all made sense. Slowly, things started to fall in place. Thank you charity, for listening. Thank you bolzie, for staying up with me, consoling and making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-2051579930327999776?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2051579930327999776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=2051579930327999776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/2051579930327999776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/2051579930327999776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/09/each-day-im-faced-with-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-6403349862402353326</id><published>2007-09-25T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:02:21.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just didn't overcome this together. That we realized, there were just too many reasons for everything that's been happening. There was so much left unsaid, but it didn't matter, cause we both knew, that things should just be this way for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories, will always be kept and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words, were but sweet nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the promises, were meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense ever since, I don't wanna lose you, but knowing that you'll be fine, makes letting go easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-6403349862402353326?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6403349862402353326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=6403349862402353326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6403349862402353326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6403349862402353326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-just-didnt-overcome-this-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-5995370989124867557</id><published>2007-09-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:34:57.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop. Just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-5995370989124867557?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/5995370989124867557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=5995370989124867557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/5995370989124867557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/5995370989124867557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-1637721047344321517</id><published>2007-09-17T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:45:46.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my darling sheryl so much, she called that day to say that she missed home alot too. Be strong my dear, many people miss you equally much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-1637721047344321517?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/1637721047344321517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=1637721047344321517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1637721047344321517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1637721047344321517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-my-darling-sheryl-so-much-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-1449989864112439727</id><published>2007-08-31T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:46:17.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When it rains, one tends to sink into a melancholic mood. We think, reflect and sometimes, just for a few little seconds, wonder. We look back, stare into blank space and think that maybe, somewhere along the way, things have changed. We think that maybe we shouldn't have said what we said or felt what we felt. And at times, we feel we should have. There were some decisions we shouldn't have made and some that we should have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon after, it stops raining, and we're jolted out of the melancholy.&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/30228638-1449989864112439727?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/1449989864112439727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=1449989864112439727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1449989864112439727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1449989864112439727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-it-rains-one-tends-to-sink-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-1313812486917925192</id><published>2007-08-29T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:02:43.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is... Charlene's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's wishing u a happy happy birthday! And please stop giving felicia and I chances to imitate and disturb u anymore. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY IS COMING! And know what that means?! WEEKENDS ARE HERE!!! WHOOHOO!!! Friday is also the day I get to meet up, at long last, with charity and sheryl!! yeyy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY!&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/30228638-1313812486917925192?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/1313812486917925192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=1313812486917925192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1313812486917925192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/1313812486917925192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-4365713908741886039</id><published>2007-08-16T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:44:13.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO TIRED!!! Today was...interesting. From supposedly being on time for class, I ended being close to an hour late. I really need to make an effort to bring a map from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, I went to meet charlene and felicia!!! It's been sucha long time since I've seen the both of them!!! haha, seeing them really made my day even though I was soo tired. They kept on bickering amongst themselves, arguing about silly stuff. I miss jc life so much. Seeing them in uniform made me think about my jc days. Hee, if only we had more time we could go hang out for a while more instead of just sitting on the chair and running around. Charlene was ultra poor thing today because we kept on disturbing her, talking about prom and how she would react when a certain someone spoke to her. HAHA felicia's acting was superb by the way. And also because we kept on teasing her about how she would behave when exams were around the corner. Ok lah, sorry k babe, we still love you even though we disturb you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to meet up more often with the 2 of you!! Miss you guys so much. Even though we only met up for like half an hour, I had so much fun~ hope you all did too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) happy happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-4365713908741886039?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/4365713908741886039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=4365713908741886039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/4365713908741886039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/4365713908741886039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-tired-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-8798503897820463989</id><published>2007-08-12T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:21:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear charity,&lt;br /&gt;                             i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;                                  i was merely sharing with you my humble opinions.&lt;br /&gt;             and please, i like felicia more thanks!&lt;br /&gt;                  unlike you, always wanting your sweet intoxications.&lt;br /&gt;    haha, but nonetheless, i still love you lah.&lt;br /&gt;                  and, two thumbs up for apple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-8798503897820463989?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8798503897820463989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=8798503897820463989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8798503897820463989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8798503897820463989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-charity-i-beg-to-differ.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-8070168168326920556</id><published>2007-08-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:33:24.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed in a certain someone because she had good deals for SINGFEST and she conveniently decided not to tell us. I mean, HELLO?! i am sooo~ disappointed in you. haha but okay lah, forgive you since you my first friend in mj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with school lately. Gotta wake up early and sleep late. Doesn't really help that I sleep even later each night thanks to bolzie and her good jokes. haha and have I mentioned that I miss neh soo much, I really Really miss all the msn sessions and exciting supper times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, piano exam is around the corner, can't afford to be lazy anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-8070168168326920556?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8070168168326920556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=8070168168326920556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8070168168326920556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8070168168326920556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-disappointed-in-certain-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-8723173158202139943</id><published>2007-07-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:06:02.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching a very delightful "search for gratitude". I was searching my room for something else when I saw the cute packaging (that was done by neh, of course) I still remember it was after our promos, when all of us were in the volleyball craze, staying back to play volleyball close to everyday, we didn't even mind getting sunburnt (I'm really proud of bolzie by the way, cause her volleyball is pro, whoohoo!) and needless to say, there were of course very happening moments in the volleyball days as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the day when neh and i decided to make a surprise present for bolzie and thus, the search for gratitude! bolzie, just in case you don't know, your present really took a long time to make, it was close to 3 or 4 hours of intensive work okay! I think the hardest part was not giving ourselves away when we were in front of your gate. You don't know how hard it is to not laugh under those kind of situations man. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, we finished the present in the end and had the most enjoyable time playing, laughing and telling bolzie our adventures along the way. kem shorts, kem treehouse, kemsters always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-8723173158202139943?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8723173158202139943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=8723173158202139943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8723173158202139943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8723173158202139943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-finished-watching-very-delightful.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-6490279180632161862</id><published>2007-07-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:53:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still can't believe what you said. Considering the fact that we're so close, I'm really shocked. I don't know if fact's the right word to use afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, I've got you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-6490279180632161862?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6490279180632161862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=6490279180632161862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6490279180632161862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6490279180632161862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-still-cant-believe-what-you-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-6440541313192398850</id><published>2007-07-16T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:19:50.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever, whatever, whatever. Just do what you want, when you want. MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my h&amp;p, but I'm proud of you for being so strong! i love neh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with bolzie is such a joke man. Happy HAPPY times! Can't believe school is gonna start soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, dinner with sheryl is always fun. All the unhealthy food haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... this is so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-6440541313192398850?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6440541313192398850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=6440541313192398850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6440541313192398850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6440541313192398850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatever-whatever-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-6569054857274996690</id><published>2007-07-01T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:56:13.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the previous entry, I wasn't referring to my other friends when I said that the five of us were living in a world of our own and we didn't care about anything else. There's like a huge difference between listening and hearing. There's also a difference between consoling and rubbing salt into a wound. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat at home on saturday night. Snatching and fighting for food really made the whole steamboat event more fun, all of us were kinda in the mood for mos burgers and porridge. Star gazing at michelle's house was er... okayy. But I kinda preferred the emo talks in the kangoo. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had emo talk with sheryl the other night, man I love that girl to pieces. Despite all the differences, I'm so thankful we're still so close. All the crazy memories in secondary school and all the crazy gossips we used to talk about together with charity and geraldine. It's really quite amazing that the four of us were prefects in secondary school. HAHA! I remember sheryl would always frown at charity and I because of many many reasons. And it's even more amazing that all of us were commitee members in band! LOL! Band camps were the best bonding sessions man, ironically it was the punishments that bonded us together. I still remember all the shouting with sheryl, all the bickering with charity and all the mini gossip sessions with geraldine. And the day we got the Gold medal for outdoor, that was really... whoo. Here's to the three of you wonderful girl pals! love you girls =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-6569054857274996690?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6569054857274996690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=6569054857274996690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6569054857274996690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6569054857274996690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-previous-entry-i-wasnt-referring-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-886685462003146936</id><published>2007-06-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:59:49.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss H&amp;P is in the house!!! (I sound like sheryl, haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happens when you put 5 best girl pals together?! You get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOTS of eating, binging and gossiping sessions at cafe cartel. By eat, I kinda mean, the bread and butter and nothing else. oh...and a few buckets of water as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Talking on the phone till four am in the morning. haha four am in the morning, that's really funny. Sometimes it's later, sometimes it's earlier. Mostly later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crazy emo sessions on msn, this however brings us much closer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exchanging pictures of how we looked in secondary/primary school. (This one really has repercussions, though. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not really bothering about anything else but ourselves. Everyone else is just... oh well, we're just in a world of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... we'll be trying to visit mos burger at every single opportunity. There's just TOO much good stuff there for our own good. If not, we'll gather at someone's house and conference the night away. If not, we'll be singing and laughing, kinda hoping we were eating porridge or burgers. IF NOT! We'll be busy planning a surprise for neh. hehe we just have so much fun whenever we're together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From orchard hotel to the seven course meal, the past month has just been sucha blast. I hope all of you feel the same way too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-886685462003146936?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/886685462003146936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=886685462003146936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/886685462003146936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/886685462003146936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss-h-is-in-house-i-sound-like-sheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-3098545838055453835</id><published>2007-06-22T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:29:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all need a healthy dose of love once in a while. Some more than others. So... just for my beloved happiness... just wanna tell you that... I LOVE you!!! And I really can't WAIT for all of the happening events that we're gonna have later!!! BIG hugs for you my fellow h&amp;p. i really love you lah. So, you STOP listening to the radio and start leading a h&amp;amp;p lifestyle k! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-3098545838055453835?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/3098545838055453835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=3098545838055453835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/3098545838055453835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/3098545838055453835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-all-need-healthy-dose-of-love-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-8208034892958852403</id><published>2007-06-19T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:06:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do you say "no" to your brother and friends? It is, without a doubt, my fault. And... all I can do is to say I'm sorry. Because words are all I have these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when we make promises and then end up in deep shit because of those very promises that we make in desperate attempts to salvage the situation at that moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with life, my brother is really becoming BFF with bols and neh. I mean, they have each other's e-mail on msn, and they have their own private conversations...WITHOUT ME. Talk about feeling the love, I Totally ain't feelin no love. And yesterday while hanging out, the three of them conveniently decided to select ice cream flavors together, totally BFF like no tomorrow. And totally leaving the rest of us out. Haha and my brother, for some strange reason, is starting to associate himself with "h&amp;p" noe. Neh, please do something about it, I mean, not everyone can be h&amp;amp;p, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and mum, as the president of our well-named association, I think you need to give me more pointers on the issues that our association deals with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with the girls later, BIG SMILES! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-8208034892958852403?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8208034892958852403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=8208034892958852403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8208034892958852403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8208034892958852403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-do-you-say-no-to-your-brother-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-3319579503246283221</id><published>2007-06-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:21:40.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i say k, you say kem!&lt;br /&gt;"k kem, k kem!"&lt;br /&gt;i say k, you say kem!&lt;br /&gt;"k kem, k kem!"&lt;br /&gt;you think you only got gang,&lt;br /&gt;we also got gang!&lt;br /&gt;"kem gang kem gang!"&lt;br /&gt;we got spirit, you don't have"&lt;br /&gt;kems unite, kems unite!"&lt;br /&gt;oooooh! kemtax! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secert, taughted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy summer. (summer love?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armani exchange. (neoprints too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hong kong cafe. (mad gossiping sessions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry doesn't make sense at all. Haha, memories memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-3319579503246283221?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/3319579503246283221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=3319579503246283221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/3319579503246283221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/3319579503246283221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-say-k-you-say-kem-k-kem-k-kem-i-say-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-6854724973468678212</id><published>2007-06-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:31:58.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello! Been a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whoo, there have been so many things happening lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To my dearest happiness, I am so proud of you for handling everything with maturity. No matter what happens, we will always be here for you. And like what you said, never give up on the things that make you smile. I'm really thankful that you were the last one I called before my test and the first one I called after, cause you helped me believe that there was absolutely nothing that could go wrong despite all the errors during the warm up. Thanks so so much neh, you are really love. Did I mention that I was so glad that you were my first adventure buddy as well?! If I didn't, you are definitely the best adventure buddy anyone can have. Love to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not forgetting mum, eh mum, you good stuff. I'm so very happy that we got closer lately, all the emo/gossiping sessions. I like noe mum, even though we end up with panda eyes the next morning, it's pretty worth it I'd say! And thanks for the cake, even though it's still in neh's house, I will try to reclaim it ASAP and give you the ratings. Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also to one of my close friends, the one who's feeling very emo and I always happen to not reply the smses from you, I'm really sorry k. Just want you to know that it takes two hands to clap, so don't be so troubled about what you're feeling now. IT HAPPENS! It'll be good to talk things out yeah? Even so, you still good stuff lah. So PLEASE don't emo anymore, I'd rather you go jogging k? No more bad stuffs alcohol for you. If not, you not good stuff. We need a prata session urgently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To bobo, even though we don't meet up so much lately, just want you to know that you're still loved very much! And I'm really looking forward to the day you retire. HAHA. Retire noe. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh oh, did I mention that being a fashion disaster can Actually be quite fun?! Only if you're with bols, neh, michelle and my brother though. LOL. Thanks girls, because of you guys, parkway totally has a new meaning in my life. I will always always remember the day we all went shopping for clothes for my brother. HAHA. And talking about that, it's also another miracle how three of my girlfriends can actually get along with my brother. And I dare say we had a whole lot of fun in the fitting rooms man. And how my brother and I got into a lot of trouble too. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, this is a rather long entry. Shall stop going on and on, once again, thanks for all the encouragement neh, you are really L-O-V-E! And so are my good stuffs. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-6854724973468678212?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6854724973468678212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=6854724973468678212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6854724973468678212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/6854724973468678212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-8181953424323334795</id><published>2007-05-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:31:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna continue living life like this, going to work, spending all my pay, staying up till 4 or 5 with my fellow kemsters every night, even all the msn sessions seem okay now. But... obviously, things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five weeks will come, and the msn sessions will end. Two months will pass and work will stop. In two months, university's gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when university does eventually start, I'll finally understand everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through all the photos and notes from JC and thinking back, I still can't believe all of us will be moving on. A term we all use jokingly but when given serious thought, can actually make us so nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-8181953424323334795?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8181953424323334795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=8181953424323334795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8181953424323334795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/8181953424323334795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-wanna-continue-living-life-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-4681195372079504448</id><published>2007-05-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:09:01.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been a merry ferry berry cherry LONG time since I last blogged. Life has been nothing but fun. How about, neh bols michelle and bobo are LOVE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, CONGRATS TO MJ FOR WINNING THE MATCH!!! Hurray~ I cant believe my follow soccer buddy had anti-climax stuffs on noe?! Talk so much, actually sama sama noe. Knn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feels like there's alot to be said, but maybe not here. Just know that, being unemployed is superbly exciting! 3 cheers to being unemployed bums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-4681195372079504448?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/4681195372079504448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=4681195372079504448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/4681195372079504448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/4681195372079504448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world-it-has-been-merry-ferry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-117041430387847288</id><published>2007-02-02T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:05:04.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang it&lt;/strong&gt;, sleeping at 4 in the morning is so not good stuff when you gotta wake up and do work the next day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bobo and I had the most enjoyable time on the phone last night! We started talking at bout 12.45, so she was telling me bout her workplace and all the very...interesting people that she meets and works with. Saf, the ang moh case was damn funny lah. Oh but back to the topic, so whilst talking to her, i stammered upon a really old photo that I took with her just before the A's. OMG can, the photo is utterly retarded. We were laughing our damn asses off because both of us looked SOO^10 retarded. It's those kinda photos that you'd never put on Friendster, but that's exactly what we did. Spent the next 2-3 hours decorating the photo can? we looked uncannily like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spongebob and Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No seriously, we really Really did look like that. We even found pictures of Spongebob and Patrick to suit the dumb faces of ours!! And we actually matched the cartoon faces can?? HAHA. So we cut and pasted the pictures of Spongebob and Patrick Star next to our faces and even added captions to it!!! The finale of the night was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gooby Gooby Gooby Goober!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, okay does anyone even know what that is? Yup, that's the exact reason why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Project Bikini Bottom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;could only have been successful with bobo as a partner! =)) Love u bobo. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see the results of Project Bikini Bottom, please visit Friendster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than that, I dinged twice while playing wow yesterday!! I mean, &lt;strong&gt;TWICE! &lt;/strong&gt;That is really a record for me man, and playing with my brother just doubled the fun. While he was helping me with my stats, this bloodelf went to attack his mage, so he rushed back to his com and both of us had the time of our lives attacking the shit out of that bloodelf. Poor thing. It died twice, once because she attacked us, the other cause we ambushed her from behind. HAHA. And my brother said the Horde's rez area is like quite far from where we were...Mar'shal Post or something, so it was evil yet satisfying. Okay I think I sound like a martian or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and one more thing. My cat puked on my mattress in my brother's room. Everybody please go "EW!" now thanks. I ended up sleeping in my own room using only 1 pillow and 1 pathetic blanket. Dang it again. &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/30228638-117041430387847288?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/117041430387847288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=117041430387847288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/117041430387847288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/117041430387847288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/02/dang-it-sleeping-at-4-in-morning-is-so_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-117010658221382025</id><published>2007-01-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:37:39.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ya know what? Afterall a blog IS meant for your own expression, doesn't always have to make sense to the people reading it. Sorry if this is not gonna make any sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I only have one word to summarise everything. Serendipity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-117010658221382025?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/117010658221382025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=117010658221382025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/117010658221382025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/117010658221382025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ya-know-what-afterall-blog-is-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-117000066240471797</id><published>2007-01-28T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:11:03.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/3237/1600/349789/DSC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/3237/320/629581/DSC00228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO!!! Just for you saf, I decided to blog. haha because I realised it's been sucha LONG time since I last blogged. Okay, I have finally got myself a job, PEOPLE ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?! haha yes I feel proud for myself too, took almost 3 darn months. First one's some admin shit until march and Ig's Heaven come April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I went for an interview at Somerset with bols, let me tell you that there was this really mean and unreasonable receptionist who attended to us. I mean, HELLO! you made us wait for 1 hour 15 minutes for a stupid interview that lasted for only 15 minutes! Bloody bag of bat droppings. And instead of apologizing, bat droppings went :"Oh, do you want to wait on? or arrange another appointment?" Excusemoi, but what happened to SORRY?! and we were bloody hell dressed in office attire for God's sake, we both looked like freaks with make up and working clothes and high heel pointed closed-toe shoes, do you think we wanted to "arrange another appointment"?! On top of that, after waiting for 20 minutes, I went over to borrow a pen from her when she was talking to some poor customer on the phone and instead of going "Yes, how may I help?", she went :"Oh, Mr so-and-so is still not available, can you two just wait?", like WTF?! GRRRR. Saf, if you were there, the office would've been burnt down by now, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that one irritating interview that was a mistake to even begin with, everything else pretty much went smoothly. Watching DVDs with neh was fantastic, not just the company but the hot guys in the shows. Guess which shows? High School Musical and She's the Man. HOHOHO. Channing Tatum. Do guys like him even exist??? Oh I watched Troy too, Brad Pitt has sucha sexy, well defined and well toned body can. Whoo, those are the kinda guys that can bang-bang-bang for days without having their girlfriends getting sick of them. But I'm not complaining, I'm content with everything I've got in my life now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I don't know if I'm backdated or what lah, but Fergie's London Bridge and Ak'sent's Zingy are totally cool can. Whooo~~~ zing zingy zang za zang za zing~~~whatever. Haha felicia and I were just talking about Fergie and how she has this accent in her songs that make it really...er...forget it. Fergie is just cool. Oh and Hurt's nice too, but kinda emo lah that one, oh! I know, La Gasolina!!! Alamak, that one for clubbing noe!!! Whoohoo, yes it's been iPod crazy lately too thanks to felicia and all his new/not-so-new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a rather nong entry. But wells, can't wait to see my girls! Bobo, don't say I didn't contact you ah! I called you and you conveniently did not answer the calls. Piece o shit. hee, but I still love you. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-117000066240471797?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/117000066240471797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=117000066240471797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/117000066240471797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/117000066240471797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-just-for-you-saf-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116799155097561693</id><published>2007-01-05T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T02:05:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this phrase...Make the best out of what you have. So since I'm not allowed out since my A's ended, I have evolved into a Wilson Cheng, ie, playing computer games and watching DVD's for the whole day. It proves to be quite entertaining when you're just sick of asking for permission to go out. Furthermore, my brother has good deals for wow! His friend has stopped playing, that means a free 2 months for me! So, it's been lots of wow wow and more wow plus a couple o' DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in need of many chocolates because I hear they release some kinda happy molecule that makes you happy. Endophines? er okay, bio's not my thang. But, ever since school started on 3rd January, there has been a rise in demand for chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite down... guess the only way to forget about it is to get immersed in wow. But then again, thanks to the earthquake, it's been impossible to play properly. According to wil, he says it's become a World of Lagcraft instead of a World of Warcraft. haha nonetheless, it's still good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my 2006 sucked. Generally speaking, it was the hardest and most trying year since the day 2006 started. Majority of everything went wrong and there were only a handful of happy moments. Even when i went on holiday, I fell sick. See what I mean? Yup, so goodbye blasted 2006 and hello 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116799155097561693?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116799155097561693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116799155097561693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116799155097561693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116799155097561693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-this-phrase.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116642959352421794</id><published>2006-12-17T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:13:14.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay okay okay, maybe life isn't That bad after all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I've had...by far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1) a wonderful gathering at my place to celebrate butoh's birthday yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) received a precious gift from darling en &lt;strong&gt;(THANK YOU LOVE!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) passed my basic theory test which my brother and I were so screwed in cause we only started mugging at 1am this morning and the exam was at 2pm today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) made up with my mum and brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;5) the permission to go for church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;6) a trip to Bangkok tommorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But but but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; there're still things that I'm really sad that isn't quite happening in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1) not enough shopping money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;2) go on that never-quite-there diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;3) had once that no one was sick when they came to my house for a gathering! (darling en was coughing yesterday =( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;4) always binging and binging And binging when I'm not even hungry (&lt;strong&gt;sickening&lt;/strong&gt; habit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;5) looking more and more like a bowling ball each day due to the binging adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;6) met up with All my public goods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Okay, shall stop complaining. Anyways, Bangkok tomorrow! Ho Ho Ho, I'm all ready to bring back a million boxes of Dunkin' Donuts for the public goods. Okay, that'd be overdoing it, but still, you get my point.  And, oh my god, I just saw a mistletoe hanging from my neighbour's house! If there're any cute guys who pop by their house, maybe I shall just go and join in the fun...Under the mistletoe. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116642959352421794?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116642959352421794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116642959352421794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116642959352421794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116642959352421794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-okay-okay-maybe-life-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116625062696870336</id><published>2006-12-15T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:30:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO envious of all my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you know that all your pathetic statements are always &lt;strong&gt;contradicting&lt;/strong&gt; one another? What with "I want you to learn how to be independent" or "You are always going out", when in actual fact, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT allowed to work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or the "conditions" to even apply for a stupid job are never-ending that in the end, i end up NOT working. Or how bout always cleaning and packing and painting the house that almost three-quarters of the time i HAVE to be kept at home? AND how in the freaking world am I supposed to be independent when I'm not allowed to do this, not allowed to do that, ONLY allowed to stay at home and scan work, paint or basically rot to my unhappy death. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just don't understand that I have grown up and I have a life, for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And even when I'm at home, I can't even play the computer to kill time. When I call my friends over, i get scolded as well. Why? I also can't figure that out. So, I can't call my friends over and I can't go out? Shall I just be a nun forever, if it pleases you? Even primary school kids have a curfew, and what the hell do I have? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word curfew doesn't even exist in my entire dictionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because three-quarters of the time I am stuck at home, either painting, cleaning, scanning, eating, shitting or sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Very ironically, I had so much more freedom before the A's than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't even layed a foot near a church since after my A's and I can almost expect the answer if I ask. It's either "No" or "You're rushing into a religion." You compare me to my friends, but let me just tell you that their parents are so much more understanding and I am painfully envious of all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And what was yesterday about? As usual, I'm to blame for throwing my tantrums but what does it take for all you dim-wits to understand that I &lt;strong&gt;WASN'T&lt;/strong&gt; throwing a tantrum? It's just that, why did he need to be so calculative all a sudden? It's not as if he were broke, he'd been through NS for heaven sake. But never mind, next time, he pay for his and I pay for mine. As simple as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone's having a hell of a time after the A's, I always wonder why I'm the only exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116625062696870336?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116625062696870336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116625062696870336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116625062696870336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116625062696870336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-envious_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116585012737187520</id><published>2006-12-11T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:15:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i cooped up at home??!!! i cant go out because the damn house needs painting, i cant stay over because my room is messy, why cant i do anything after the damn cursed a's??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... taboo at siglap was great again. this time i realised that bols and garden are super compatible, they have the same ambitions and so on and so forth, damn bols, if only u were single and if only garden was more daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been revolving around painting the house, packing the house, felicia, sheryl and the public goods. what in the freaking world happened to church. damn it, i feel like sucha lousy person now. what happened to looking for a job?? aiyah, but i'm just too not-in-the-mood for working now, haven't enjoy enough yet. but alamak, no money for bangkok can anot. hai, money money money. church church church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i love teen titans please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay, so totally childish, but it is seriously good stuff. AND I NEED TO GO OUT!!! STOP COOPING ME UP AT HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116585012737187520?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116585012737187520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116585012737187520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116585012737187520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116585012737187520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-am-i-cooped-up-at-home-i-cant-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116576431211278966</id><published>2006-12-10T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:25:12.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am SO annoyed now. one after another, and i mean it literally. ONE AFTER ANOTHER. what's the fucking point?! damn it. i shall just play flyff for the whole fucking time so i won't have to get so fucking annoyed again. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's a bitch, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that Jesus forgives us for all of our sins, but does cheating on your lover count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tempted to swear more, but forget it. i'd rather play flyff and forget all this shit. once again, YOU SUCK. and i so fucking HATE this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surrender all, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116576431211278966?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116576431211278966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116576431211278966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116576431211278966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116576431211278966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-annoyed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116529035895004972</id><published>2006-12-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:45:59.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/3237/1600/208284/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/3237/320/426891/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to prom w my parents!!! HAHA. no lah kidding, i found this photo in the folder which was taken ages ago during my cousin Alvin's wedding. sigh, the days of being not sucha fat slob as compared to now. boo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thanks mum for the good deals for nails yesterday! u rock!! and thanks neh and the entertainment with your purple nails and the purple someone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintan was fun fun and F-U-N!!! the sun, the sea, the buggy riding sessions, the ATV adventures, the food (hur hur), the taboo, the sun-tanning, even the iguana. hee great great fun riding the waves with my dad and getting attacked by the bigger waves! haha bangkok, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116529035895004972?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116529035895004972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116529035895004972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116529035895004972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116529035895004972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-went-to-prom-w-my-parents-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116447508300604552</id><published>2006-11-25T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:18:03.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/3237/1600/367750/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/3237/320/589556/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public good at work as usual, today i officially proclaimed the bear as mine!!! haha please don't ask me whose it is, just know that it is so darn &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;! actually i took something else from that person lah, but i shan't post up what i took, if not everyone'll know who it is. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells... &lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt; the shopping, the eating, the supposed-to-take-place-but-never-does exerise plans and ah, too tired to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways dinner at di's place was superb. and &lt;strong&gt;saf&lt;/strong&gt;, if you don't treat us to meal, the ungram photo of you shall be posted on friendster forever. HAHA and i shall show that photo to the pretty thai boy that u're in love with, that only both of us know of. hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116447508300604552?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116447508300604552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116447508300604552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116447508300604552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116447508300604552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/public-good-at-work-as-usual-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116430127969682971</id><published>2006-11-23T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:01:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the end of the A's, but my boyfriend just told me something that has made me sad, dejected and very very very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO HOO HOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116430127969682971?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116430127969682971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116430127969682971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116430127969682971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116430127969682971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-end-of-as-but-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116417816875992283</id><published>2006-11-21T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:49:29.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times like these... i really wonder... what's the point? seem to have lost sight of what really matters and what doesn't. seem to be caught up in trival matters rather than the ones which are important. sigh, decisions decisions decisions. have i made the wrong decision thus far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road Not Taken-Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took you the first road or the other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116417816875992283?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116417816875992283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116417816875992283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116417816875992283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116417816875992283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-times-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116410374715913272</id><published>2006-11-21T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:09:07.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being drowned in Gothic for the entire afternoon is not good for health I'd say. Words like&lt;br /&gt;"Doppelganger", "impending doom" and "sublime" are all floating around in the little brain of mine now. On a less oppressive note, 3 new water features have been installed at home!!! 2 in the garden that can act as a mini bird bath and 1 in the kitchen, that's the pond. Okay, I so do not wish to hear the violent objections from Neh and Bols demanding that I shift out of Kem immediately. Pets are friends ok people! shall post up pictures after my dad has decided to officially commission the fountains. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I know I'm super anti-climax, but I kinda think Jane Eyre makes a deeply romantic novel. haha it's a kinda love that you don't really see in today's world (which is what makes it Gothic right? cause you can't differentiate between reality and imaginations, haha) and the language that they express their love for each other is just so...rich and gracious. haha omg I'm starting to sound like a drama mama now. Okay, i can so imagine Neh's reaction (like omg, which century are u from) so I shall stop being a total Jane Eyre fanatic here. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blind as he was, smiles played over his face, joy dawned on his forehead; his lineaments softened and warmed." SEE! I told you Jane Eyre makes an excellent read. haha and omg, i learned a new word today. Instead of pay, Jane Eyre uses the word "remuneration". So next time when I get off the taxi, I shall act like a high-class bimbo and say "Uncle, how much shall I remunerate you?" HAHAHA. omg Gothic satire noe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116410374715913272?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116410374715913272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116410374715913272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116410374715913272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116410374715913272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-drowned-in-gothic-for-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116378035630685781</id><published>2006-11-17T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:19:17.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>piano organ piano organ piano organ piano organ, which one to start lesson first? mr lok or mrs chai? choices choices choices. actually i wanna learn flute too. hai, still remember the days when... hm okay yup, when i start working maybe i will invest in one. hoho, anyways, i still have ONE more paper left. ONE!!!! Jesus Christ. and do u noe when it is??!! NEXT THURSDAY. after thursday, HOHOHO. den it'll just be lots o town, lots o overseas, lots o market failure goods, lots o felicia, lots o family, lotsa fun, and lots and lots of church!!! omg, the thought of that just makes me soooooo ecstatic. oh and no talk about the A's please, i think i will just end up in Australia with bols. den we can both have scandals with one another and miss Singapore like mad. hais, life is unfair. but God is good. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116378035630685781?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116378035630685781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116378035630685781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116378035630685781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116378035630685781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/piano-organ-piano-organ-piano-organ.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116360580478912991</id><published>2006-11-15T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:50:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taboo taboo taboo taboo!!! *GRINS AND SMILES* ah goodness. taboo at siglap is THE most enjoyable thing u can do with your girl friends and yeah sociable boyfriend. haha sociable boyfriend, sounds so promiscuous, is that how u even spell that?! argh nvm, in taboo, spellings are secondary. HAHA! today was just a preamble to what life would be like After the A's. haha darn A's. but never mind! copycat, kiss the bat, go home let your mother slap. barracuda! neh and her obsession with pipes. liquor, beer, and whisky. Racoon, oh my god, mum rocks. haaaa~~~ i love siglap. i love all my respective market failure goods. i love my sociable boyfriend. i love TABOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116360580478912991?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116360580478912991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116360580478912991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116360580478912991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116360580478912991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/taboo-taboo-taboo-taboo-grins-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116325716690513190</id><published>2006-11-11T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:59:28.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/Learning%20Journey%20Photos%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/Learning%20Journey%20Photos%20009.jpg" 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;aiyah. i never take photo of sparky, my rabbit, snappy and tortoise #2. haha. the above are all/used to be residence of the cheng family with the exception of Fat Cat. ahhh, thank God for animals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116325716690513190?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116325716690513190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116325716690513190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116325716690513190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116325716690513190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/aiyah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116248685309755138</id><published>2006-11-02T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:00:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reading sheryl's blog is a joy. that girl is forever insulting people without any form of restraints at all... I LIKE! haha words like 'bitch', 'big fat ass', 'go to hell lah', 'bastard', 'slut' and whatever bad word u can find are all featured exclusively in her blog. what a good dictionary of flowery languages to have. i LovE you sheryl! so it's always nice to complain about the bitches and jerks when sheryl's around. instant remedy. ooooh wells. hais, 3 more papers. just 3 more painful papers to go through. 3!!! 3 more papers to freedom!!! goodness, &lt;strong&gt;freedom&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now doesn't that sound familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my life and i so need it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not afraid, only believe. Mark 5:36 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/82053162_ae6ecb00ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/82053162_ae6ecb00ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116248685309755138?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116248685309755138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116248685309755138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116248685309755138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116248685309755138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/reading-sheryls-blog-is-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116203094077591932</id><published>2006-10-28T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:38:18.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'm feeling so fcuking stressed now. a levels are fcuking scary shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;on a totally unrelated note, i love you baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116203094077591932?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116203094077591932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116203094077591932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116203094077591932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116203094077591932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-feeling-so-fcuking-stressed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116203085578388854</id><published>2006-10-28T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T03:20:56.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If there's one thing I'd need right now, it's be a nice relaxing holiday in Topsy-Turvy Thailand. Okay, that was corny. The sights, the sounds, the good food, the good stuff, the lovely locals, the cheap cheap cheap! stuff, the ear-rings, the excellent room service at an excellent price, the shopping centres, the dunkin donuts, and so on and so forth and the list goes on and on and on and on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh the next big thing that I am so looking forward to after the A's are a complete make over of the house. HAHA. i have never seen my parents so excited over renovating the house and giving it a new look before. but oh wells, my dad's not an architect for no reason. haha. so yeys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You pick me up when I fall down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You ring the bell before they count me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I was drowning you would part the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And risk your own life to rescue me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you for loving me baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116203085578388854?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116203085578388854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116203085578388854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116203085578388854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116203085578388854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-theres-one-thing-id-need-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116178771043191810</id><published>2006-10-25T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:48:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss all my besties in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;selemat hari raya to u bobo!!! eh i wanna raya to your hse, den we happy happy raya to grandson's house too k? so not so suspicious ah. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss u tons and tons like a one-ton mee neh!! okay that didn't make sense, but whatever i say doesn't all the time anyways, so what the heck. MISS YOU neh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bolzie dolzie folzie lolzie, i heard garden got B B B E for his promos. haha like B-E-nita. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mama!!! miss snatching your good food during recess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hai, i hate being cooped up at home all day. miss school loads. hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. 1 John 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116178771043191810?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30228638.post-116167233010292855</id><published>2006-10-23T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:45:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is unfair, i finally realized how damn true that is today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116167233010292855?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116167233010292855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116167233010292855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116167233010292855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116167233010292855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-unfair-i-finally-r_116167233010292855.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116135052964793784</id><published>2006-10-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T06:22:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;disappointed&lt;br /&gt;vexed&lt;br /&gt;frustrated&lt;br /&gt;annoyed&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;irritated&lt;br /&gt;furious&lt;br /&gt;angsty&lt;br /&gt;sensitively sensitive&lt;br /&gt;exhausted&lt;br /&gt;glum&lt;br /&gt;unhappy&lt;br /&gt;moody&lt;br /&gt;sorely disappointed and&lt;br /&gt;feeling ALOT of pent up frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go back to secondary school where life was just about sheryl, charity, geraldine, 4f and band. i wish secondary school lasted 8 years. maybe 10. i dont know. i just. forget it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou ART a fool,&lt;br /&gt;an O without a figure.&lt;br /&gt;thou art nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116135052964793784?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116135052964793784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116135052964793784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116135052964793784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116135052964793784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-angry-sad-disappointed-vexed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116108893450187794</id><published>2006-10-17T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:42:18.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awwww saf's entry is so damn sweet i'm getting diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i still rmb so vividly 2 years ago when i stepped into mj, one lonely soul with no friends to talk to until i met saf, the goyang tak goyang ROCKER!!! haha still rmb we were hugging frantically at lt 4 like 2 macheets that never saw each other in 10 years, and gossiping about which type of vegetables were the cheapest in the market. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG lah. saf, can u still rmb the guy we were so madly in love with. damn it man, i feel damn cheated, in the end, he turn out to be not so good stuff seh. but i noe he always insult u lah, haha! so that makes him good stuff. LOL. rmb pasar malam shoes?? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the times of studying and getting questioned by mr naresh in lt 4. "Girl, can u explain the demand and supply diagram?" -naresh. "Cher, sorry ah cher, actually i don't understand everything that you taught ah." - butoh. -stunned silence- "okay you see me after the lecture i explain to you." -naresh. HAHAHAHA! OMG, thank god i wasn't sitting there caN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next were all the crying sessions that you and i stood hand in hand with. ah shan't go into the details, LOVE u saf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, who will ever forget tpjc day. intense drama day. lucky your bag there if not i don't think i'll be taking my a levels this year. sorry for the heart attack yeah bobo, but i love your bag seh! GOOD STUFF. oh and i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, i love bobo and she loves me. she is fark face and i am butoh face. haha pst pst pst to the merry ferry berry. oh and i love all of saf's friends too. especially er hem er hem, *coug&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/oooh,%20kiss%20me.%20hehs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/oooh%2C%20kiss%20me.%20hehs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hscrocscoughs* hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/atlas%20rocks%20lah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/atlas%20rocks%20lah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116108893450187794?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116108893450187794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116108893450187794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116108893450187794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116108893450187794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/awwww-safs-entry-is-so-damn-sweet-im_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116108881366685158</id><published>2006-10-17T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:40:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awwww saf's entry is so damn sweet i'm getting diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i still rmb so vividly 2 years ago when i stepped into mj, one lonely soul with no friends to talk to until i met saf, the goyang tak goyang ROCKER!!! haha still rmb we were hugging frantically at lt 4 like 2 macheets that never saw each other in 10 years, and gossiping about which type of vegetables were the cheapest in the market. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG lah. saf, can u still rmb the guy we were so madly in love with. damn it man, i feel damn cheated, in the end, he turn out to be not so good stuff seh. but i noe he always insult u lah, haha! so that makes him good stuff. LOL. rmb pasar malam shoes?? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the times of studying and getting questioned by mr naresh in lt 4. "Girl, can u explain the demand and supple diagram?" -naresh. "Cher, sorry ah cher, actually i don't understand everything that you taught ah." - butoh. -stunned silence- "okay you see me after the lecture i explain to you." -naresh. HAHAHAHA! OMG, thank god i wasn't sitting there caN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next were all the crying sessions that you and i stood hand in hand with. ah shan't go into the details, LOVE u saf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, who will ever forget tpjc day. intense drama day. lucky your bag there if not i don't think i'll be taking my a levels this year. sorry for the heart attack yeah bobo, but i love your bag seh! GOOD STUFF. oh and i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, i love bobo and she loves me. she is fark face and i am butoh face. haha pst pst pst to the merry ferry berry. oh and i love all of saf's friends too. especially er hem er hem, *coug&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/oooh,%20kiss%20me.%20hehs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/oooh%2C%20kiss%20me.%20hehs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hscrocscoughs* hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/atlas%20rocks%20lah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/atlas%20rocks%20lah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116108881366685158?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116108881366685158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116108881366685158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116108881366685158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116108881366685158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/awwww-safs-entry-is-so-damn-sweet-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116091035733155810</id><published>2006-10-14T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:19:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school was...</title><content type='html'>The official last day of school was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030230.jpg" 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;fo shizzle ma nizzle-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030229.jpg" 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;very very shameless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030233.jpg" 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;lian-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030237.jpg" 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;act cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030239.jpg" 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;oh so bimbotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030242.jpg" 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;the memories of PW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030243.jpg" 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;oooh sexay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030246.jpg" 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;like the old orientation days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030249.jpg" 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;numerical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030253.jpg" 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;moronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030215.jpg" 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;very very emo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030221.jpg" 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;constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030217.jpg" 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;ah man. i love mjc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116091035733155810?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116091035733155810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116091035733155810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116091035733155810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116091035733155810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-of-school-was.html' title='Last day of school was...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116063883157358595</id><published>2006-10-12T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:40:32.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;since school is officially ending for the j2's tomorrow, i would like to dedicate this entry to all my loves in mjc. if an award could be given out to these people, the following are what would describe them best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bowen (butoh face)&lt;/strong&gt; - strong-willed, whacky and goyang tak goyang!!!! ROCKER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bolzie dolzie&lt;/strong&gt; - the most instictive one among us all, potential fortune teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum &lt;/strong&gt;- miss intuition, also another potential fortune teller with alot of 'ood' elements in her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neh&lt;/strong&gt; - oh-so-charismatic and genuine. always helping us to keep plates after recess, heps to u neh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charity&lt;/strong&gt; - my savior, in one word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;en&lt;/strong&gt; - enduring, patient, kind, wise and pretty. who wouldn't want a girl like her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felicia&lt;/strong&gt; - we shall not go into the details. just one word, LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ahh...friends are God's way of taking care of you. now That, is good stuff...especially after everything that has happened or has been happening in these past 2 years of jc life. hope we all would make it to university together, then...hoho, we'll leave that to later. meanwhile, i shall be an emo siao kao tml in school, better go charge the digital cam now. love, all my darling besties in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/IMG_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/IMG_2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116063883157358595?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116063883157358595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116063883157358595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116063883157358595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116063883157358595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/since-school-is-officially-ending-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116045495551491426</id><published>2006-10-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:36:00.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i still cant believe what u said this morning. it's okay if you've given up hope, but spare a thought for me and keep it to yourself, won't that make everyone happier? i know u went through what i'm going through, &lt;strong&gt;fine.&lt;/strong&gt; so be it, you took a shorter time to get over it, but it's not as if i'm stagnanted at the place that i was. but then again, what do i noe right? what will people think of me right? what will people say if they knew that i kept on letting them down right? well i am not, so just go ahead and continue to think what you're thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am not wallowing in self-pity, neither am i expecting you to comprehend fully, but at least be more sensitive, won't that make the world a better place to be in? why must everything i do revolve around what people say? can't you just understand that people have no right to judge? because of the simple universal fact that everyone is different and no one knows exactly what i am going through? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm just hurt that everything these days just revolves around what people will say &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;they knew. the only one that i can count on now is God i guess, because He would never judge and forsake. i'm just disappointed that you had to be the one to give me this rude reality check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;for You alone, make me dwell in safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116045495551491426?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116045495551491426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116045495551491426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116045495551491426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116045495551491426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-still-cant-believe-what-u-said-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116030864456822759</id><published>2006-10-08T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T04:57:24.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i was just blog surfing and i came across someone's blog entry that was terribly funny. haha it's so typically singaporean!! talk about singapore culture. felicia and i used to laugh and joke about it, we use to imitate it too! and we'd start laughing and laughing and laughing, so kawaii hor???? LOL! omg omg omg, how funny can singaporeans get?? especially that certain group of people that this whole entry is revolving around. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh wells, wanna go jalan jalan geylang serai seh. must drag felicia down one of these days and we can both eat eat eat and shop shop shop. but i tink i'm fat enough so i shall save the food money for shopping. can a levels faster end? yeys. shall end this entry with a very very very meaningful verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;God so loved the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that He gave His only son.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i love Emmanuel, it is like woh, &lt;strong&gt;GOOD STUFF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116030864456822759?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116030864456822759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116030864456822759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116030864456822759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116030864456822759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-just-blog-surfing-and-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-116014423149326709</id><published>2006-10-06T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T07:17:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great friends, great company, great studying, great advice, great food, great drinks. ow, i'm suffering from a terrible headache now and my contact lens feel like they're gonna stick to my eyes forever. thanks to what? the &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;weather. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the a's to end. i so can't wait. i wanna go to church, go shopping, go felicia-ing, go hang out, go xmas shopping, go for classes, go learn driving with neh so we can both kick bols out the car together (hehe), go test drive SLKs with my dad, go on wild nasi lemak escapades, go church, go meet up w shu'en and give her a big big hug for being sucha wonderful and endearing friend, go write a million and one 'thank you' notes to charity and her mum, go and walk walk around kem with the unkempt grass patch, go for roti prata escapades with unkempt grass patch, go learn piano and organ again, go on holidays to thailand and bintan and play play play, shop shop shop and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for You alone are worthy,&lt;br /&gt;here in Zion You are praised&lt;br /&gt;come take your place forever&lt;br /&gt;in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-116014423149326709?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116014423149326709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=116014423149326709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116014423149326709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/116014423149326709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-friends-great-company-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115959457445513653</id><published>2006-09-29T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:36:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;after going for church, i took a train home and ran all the way home from kem lest i incurred the wrath of my mum.i literally ran. it was so embarassing when i had to take off the slippers and the rubber band fell off. but, going to church and being enlightened &lt;strong&gt;all over again &lt;/strong&gt;was well worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the good thing is, charity lent me this book and man, is it enlightening. actually it's really a very very good book, so anyone in doubt should really not doubt yourself because they're all deceptions. to all who doubt God as well, you really should not, because it is not His doing. &lt;strong&gt;it's the thief's doing, who's just trying to steal your joy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;especially to all my friends who're going through adversities, these are all tests. Please pull yourselves through this because there're many many good things that await you when you pull yourselves through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Your joy no man taketh from you" John 16:22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Emmanuel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;our God is with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115959457445513653?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115959457445513653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115959457445513653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115959457445513653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115959457445513653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-going-for-church-i-took-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115946141462293245</id><published>2006-09-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:39:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that alot of my friends are having alot of problems now, be it in studies, love, religion, faith, concentration, results, friendships, what have you. To everyone out there, &lt;strong&gt;please hang on. &lt;/strong&gt;this is the last last lap, &lt;strong&gt;don't give up.&lt;/strong&gt; many of us ask God, "why? why now?" but we should not, because we will never understand God's thinking because he is higher than all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make the most terrible friend,daughter and girlfriend on earth. what was i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115946141462293245?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115946141462293245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115946141462293245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115946141462293245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115946141462293245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-realised-that-alot-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115919406369253834</id><published>2006-09-25T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:21:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was just blog surfing when i came across a particular's someone blog today and something in me went "urgh." Let's call this someone IM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We used to be the best of pals in secondary school, sec 2 was when i started getting really close and bonding so much with IM that alot of my close friends had alot of things to say about that. My band mates, my best friends, there was just alot of backstabbing go around and i was at a loss at whose words to believe. So, despite all the gossiping, we still talked on the phone every night, laughed at everything, bitched about everyone, cried about feelings, what have you. And... i still remember so vividly the night when IM played this prank on me, and the two of us got to know a certain someone, that i still hold close to my heart up till today, at a deeper level. IM also taught me perseverence and very strangely, thought me to appreciate the things in life that we take for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But after the o's, or let's say before the o's, i guess i was too carried away by band practises, by what my best friends said, by what my conductor said, studies, friends and gradually i lost contact with IM. And today, after 3 years, i viewed IM's profile and saw that everything on IM's profile never changed. Especially on the section on IM's best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After 3 years, everything about IM still remained the same and i know that it was my fault to have forsaken the friendship. I know that by all a sudden appearing in your life again, you would have doubts because this is not the first time i bailed out on you. i wish i was not such an immatured brat last time when i was younger. i wish i had gone one step further and have another go at it when i failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm kinda hoping that we would get to spend christmas together again this year, staying up till the wee hours of the night getting all high and crazy over mad stuff that would never come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only time could heal all wounds.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115919406369253834?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919406369253834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115919406369253834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115919406369253834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115919406369253834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-just-blog-surfing-when-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115910221566160299</id><published>2006-09-24T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:15:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;whoo, listening to hady sing makes my goosebumps stand up. any any anyways!!! schools starts tml. yeyyyyyy. yey my foot ah. the j1's are having their study leave tml, that means...no &lt;strong&gt;felicia&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;p dots&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;garden&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;montoni &lt;/strong&gt;and no more scandals. big big &lt;strong&gt;SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i shall be skipping school very often from tomorrow onwards. can u imagine?! no j1's?! &lt;strong&gt;THE AGONY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but oh wells... church was good today. the talk on rapture left me thinking a lot again. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now i am stronger than I was before because of You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115910221566160299?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115910221566160299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115910221566160299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115910221566160299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115910221566160299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoo-listening-to-hady-sing-makes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115902361755503172</id><published>2006-09-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:00:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. 1 John 10:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This verse so nice. hehe ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OK! meeting up and catching up with &lt;strong&gt;neh, mic and shu'en &lt;/strong&gt;was soooo fun. neh and i were public goods to the merry today. haha oh wells la la la, nothing much to say lah. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU NEH, MUM AND EN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115902361755503172?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115902361755503172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115902361755503172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115902361755503172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115902361755503172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-shepherd-lays-down-his-life-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115892789543042966</id><published>2006-09-22T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:24:55.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;today was the first time i ate 'pepper lunch'! haha what a loser right. and going out shopping with my brother is like...Heaven. he pays for everything!! haha from food to snacks to ice cream to clothes to yah okay, everything lah. but he was quite reluctant to spend today cause haha he just paid for his new com. and we went to look at the &lt;strong&gt;macbook&lt;/strong&gt;, stylo ah sial! whooooo. my brother and i agreed to get it for the university days, which i am quite uncertain about. haha but oh wells, i will get through this. sia lah, macbook nice seh. i wan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;den i did the lamest thing on planet earth. i agreed to meet felicia at 5 at orchard, so my brother left me at 4.45. so theoretically i was supposed to wait fer 15 minutes, but that bum bum decided to stroll his ass into borders only at 530. and that annoyed me to the merry. so in the end, we decided to go home. LAME RITE! come to orchard only to go home, never even walk around noe! which brings me to the next point on punctuallity. i think a guy should &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be late for any appointments, that is the ultimate turn-off. i mean, what the hell right?! you agree to meet at a certain time, then for goodness sake &lt;strong&gt;come on time!&lt;/strong&gt; and this felicia strives to be &lt;strong&gt;the ultimate gentleman.&lt;/strong&gt; ultimate gentleman my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seriously, i think being late is like &lt;strong&gt;DE&lt;/strong&gt; worst thing a guy can do. that really annoys me. damn it. that is one bad habit that people who're late should learn to get rid off. i mean, being late has many bad repercussions, dunno if that's the right word to use but yeah. i mean for one, it annoys the shit out of the person who's waiting for u, then the whole outing would be ruined because the person is in a bad mood, and if you have people like me, u will find youself being blogged and complained against at incessantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;felicia is still LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just needed to complain. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115892789543042966?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115892789543042966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115892789543042966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115892789543042966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115892789543042966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-first-time-i-ate-pepper.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115883072621338495</id><published>2006-09-21T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:25:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Back to sleepless nights again...DAMN. i really miss the feelings of falling into deep sleep and waking up at 10 the next day. it's just so hard to fall asleep nowadays. but... it helps to have people who have sleepless nights with me too!! so both of us start whining and complaining to each other. we should both stop thinking too much eh? sigh, but it's life lah. sometimes there're just things we've got to think about. and count your blessings that you other people are not burdened with such thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it felt good talking to shu'en on the phone. i admire people like her. actually i admire people with strong faith, it saves them the trouble of worrying. big big sigh. i really really miss the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115883072621338495?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115883072621338495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115883072621338495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115883072621338495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115883072621338495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sigh.html' title='SIGH'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115874672225829992</id><published>2006-09-20T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T03:06:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;going to parkway for lunch...going to vs to collect your watch and certificate... taking 36 to the airport then taking a train back to kem...chatting about life after the a's for hours...attempting to go on suicidal escapades with the risk of getting caught... i really hope 'happily ever after' comes true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then again, there're always 'buts' that springs up upon us. And then the whole cycle starts again, and i end up asking myself, why do we always ask the question "what if...?" isn't that a sign of fear? which is why... Fear and Faith cannot come out of you at the same time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take me higher?&lt;br /&gt;To a place where blind men see&lt;br /&gt;Can you take me higher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To a place with golden streets.&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/30228638-115874672225829992?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115874672225829992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115874672225829992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115874672225829992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115874672225829992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115867383899467421</id><published>2006-09-19T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:30:56.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everything that filled my mind today was about everything that happened yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why do we always ask ourselves "What if...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If only words didn't have such lasting effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If only time could heal all wounds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;‘Cause I’m not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hold on to me and never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115867383899467421?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115867383899467421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115867383899467421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115867383899467421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115867383899467421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/everything-that-filled-my-mind-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115859053627876925</id><published>2006-09-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:42:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>as each day passes, the tension grows.&lt;br /&gt;because of things that are and remain simple and pure.&lt;br /&gt;yet circumstance makes a fool of us and make things seem&lt;br /&gt;so difficult and risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you and i don't learn to trust each other wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;just like how we put our trust in Him,&lt;br /&gt;then very soon we would end up like them&lt;br /&gt;torn and broken unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear and Fatih cannot come out of you at the same time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115859053627876925?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115859053627876925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115859053627876925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115859053627876925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115859053627876925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115849877759257311</id><published>2006-09-17T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:12:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the weekends were fantastic because we finally went out!!! only on sat though and i had a visit from &lt;strong&gt;matt&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;kim&lt;/strong&gt;!!! oh man, i miss those two so much!! den today they came again, together with &lt;strong&gt;luke&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tasha&lt;/strong&gt;!!! argh, haha i wish it was x'mas now, cause that'd mean we'd get to hang out more often!!! went to parkway with the girls and we went crazy over the perfumes in sasa. haha argh!!! i want the bloody a's to end like, NOW. haha so i can do as much shopping as i want, just shop shop and shop. with &lt;strong&gt;kim&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tash&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;doreen&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mikey&lt;/strong&gt;. with &lt;strong&gt;felicia&lt;/strong&gt;. with &lt;strong&gt;pst mates&lt;/strong&gt;. with &lt;strong&gt;sheryl&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;charity &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;geraldine&lt;/strong&gt;. with &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt;. with &lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt;. with oh u get the point. haha so anyways, omg omg omg omg!!! i saw something that is soooooooo nice at parkway. and i soooooo want to buy it. but i want someone to give it to me!!!! (pst pst pst) i kinda hint hinted to &lt;strong&gt;doreen&lt;/strong&gt;, wonder if she got the hint. but she did ask for the price, it was &lt;strong&gt;USD $79.90&lt;/strong&gt;. whooohoooo. oh mannnnn!!! i'm so in love with it!!!!!!! but 'it' shall be kept a secret. so that no one else will see/buy it. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115849877759257311?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115849877759257311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115849877759257311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115849877759257311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115849877759257311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekends-were-fantastic-because-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115832158754991680</id><published>2006-09-15T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T05:08:17.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IT TAKE, HUH??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why is everything going so wrong today. First i can't study. Next, i'm growing fatter. Third, i keep dozing off. And finally, all my efforts (and his) always go down the drain because it either rains or my mum doesn't allow me out. WHAT'S IT TAKE FOR US JUST TO MEET UP FOR A WHILE HUH??!!! =_( only You know how much i need and miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on let me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold you, touch you, feel you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss you, taste you, all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/sadfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/sadfaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115832158754991680?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115832158754991680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115832158754991680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115832158754991680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115832158754991680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-it-take-huh.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IT TAKE, HUH??!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115828561675695191</id><published>2006-09-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:00:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aiyo, the more i read some things the more annoyed i get. &lt;strong&gt;can u just wake up your idea??? &lt;/strong&gt;bleahs. i mean yeah lah, can't you just have some &lt;strong&gt;originality???&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, not everyone has it, which is why you shouldn't&lt;strong&gt; force&lt;/strong&gt; it. just let it come naturally man. haiyoh. but i shouldn't judge. but i'm not! i just hope you would stop copying everyone and learn to have an identity on your own. okay i don't wanna be like pot calling kettle black but i don't copy &lt;strong&gt;everything &lt;/strong&gt;i know of you noe! why am i arguing to myself. haha but back to the topic, please have some of your own identity and stop copying what others say/write!!! damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115828561675695191?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115828561675695191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115828561675695191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115828561675695191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115828561675695191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/aiyo-more-i-read-some-things-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115823700463894921</id><published>2006-09-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:30:05.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'M ALIVE!!! i managed to survive through 6 hours of examinations today!!! whoohoo. haha!! and neh u are so sweet lah for printing out the photos!!! THANK YOU NEH!!! u rock!!! p dot rocks too! hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha oh btw, Emmanuel is super duper nice please. wahh... macam effect noe. good song good song. i am sorang at home now because mum dad and bro went out. and felicia is busy. and neh is walking home. and saf is with her friend. and mic is at home with her family. and bols, no nid to say where. sucha lonely soul. boo hoo. lucky got CDs to listen to. haha oh btw have i mentioned Emmanual is super nice? whoo. and lucky got tv to watch, everybody please hope that jonathan gets to the finals!!! his voice macam the lead singer of Nickelback please. stylo the the merry ferry strawberry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways, to all darling j1's out there. it's intense and stressful now, but PLEASE JIAYOU AND PULL THROUGH K!!! special mention to P DOT k!!! just 3 more weeks and u guys are FREE!!! (and another 40 plus days and WE are free!!!) haha. haiyo pity all u j1's out there. but please jiayou k! jc's not meant to be easy but i'm sure something good'll come out of it. GO FOR IT j1's!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hai. i want to go out with felicia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! boo. i miss him so much. but then haiya how. i hope i'm not being too semangaat noe. is that even how u spell it saf?! haha but den aiya. i want my plp!!!! plp plp plp plp plp plp plp plp plp!!!! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's a cursed mosquito biting me now. argh f.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i miss u. and i miss my darling pst mates! and i miss sheryl, charity and geraldine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115823700463894921?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115823700463894921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115823700463894921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115823700463894921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115823700463894921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-alive-i-managed-to-survive-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115813712136504452</id><published>2006-09-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:47:13.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pride, hubris, hermartia (is that even how u spell it?!), tragic flaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;debauchery, lechery, fornication, substitution, deceit, freedom and restraint, death, forgiveness, mercy, justice, Vienna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;money, gold, retribution, love, status, society,good and evil, religion, community, Raveloe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dramatic action, plot pacing, soliloquys, themes, imagery, personification, tone, critical appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;functions, partial fractions, integration, differentiation, applications, numerical methods, first order differential equations, trigo, 3D trigo, curve sketching, common graphs, C maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm really going mad here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;only the memories and friends are keeping me going right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to all who's going through this : we're in this together! keep holding on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115813712136504452?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115813712136504452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115813712136504452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115813712136504452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115813712136504452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pride-hubris-hermartia-is-that-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115788522800377354</id><published>2006-09-10T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:47:08.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/IMG_1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/IMG_1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/P1030101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/P1030101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00753.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00753.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/IMG_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/IMG_1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/sweet!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/sweet%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/CAM%20WHORES.%20haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/CAM%20WHORES.%20haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/bimbo%20lah!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/bimbo%20lah%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank u bols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank u mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank u neh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank u saf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank u shu'en!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank u darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for making my life a better one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115788522800377354?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115788522800377354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115788522800377354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115788522800377354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115788522800377354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-u-bols-thank-u-mum-thank-u-neh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115772740410535801</id><published>2006-09-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:56:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slander</title><content type='html'>EH SAF U BUTOH. Just because u didnt get good stuff and good secrets, don't come and slander neh and me please. haha u just wait for our lawyer's letter lah. haha u suck lah saf!!! SAFIAH IS JUST JEALOUS PEOPLE! PLEASE IGNORE HER POST ABOUT NEH AND ME, WE'RE INNOCENT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115772740410535801?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772740410535801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115772740410535801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115772740410535801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115772740410535801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/slander.html' title='Slander'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115770378131819836</id><published>2006-09-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:23:01.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catharsis</title><content type='html'>you know how it feels when u think things will turn out one way and it actually turns out another? yeah, this is how it felt, definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115770378131819836?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115770378131819836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115770378131819836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115770378131819836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115770378131819836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/catharsis.html' title='catharsis'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115703580369880398</id><published>2006-08-31T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:52:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To say that i regret what happened wouldn't be right, but to say i didn't wouldn't be wrong neither. Is there a reason as to why all these happened now? Everything happens for a reason right? So i guess i was put through this for a reason, to test my faith? to make me realise? to make me stronger? to make me make a decision once and for all? how bout all the above? because it definitely feels that way. The past week was devastating. i never ever wanna feel that way again. After the A's, I'd definitely give it very very deep thought. Maybe not even after the A's, for the past week and even this week, i've already given it very deep thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bols, michelle, saf, neh, shu'en, charity and hubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u people give me hope and help me keep the faith going. To each and everyone of you, i really appreciate and sincerely thank you for all of your advise. you people make me see more light each day and make me stronger. thanks is definitely not enough. this week has definitely been trying, but with you guys around, even the hardest times are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; not so hard to deal with. thank you so much dearies, u all are good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/project%20136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/project%20136.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/IMG_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/IMG_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/reunion%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/reunion%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115703580369880398?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115703580369880398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115703580369880398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115703580369880398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115703580369880398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115694012339542073</id><published>2006-08-30T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T05:15:23.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neh and bols are bad stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00789.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00789.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i seriously don't know what's the logic of going to school. firstly i hardly study, secondly i always let my thoughts drift to everywhere else BUT studies and thirdly i am very distracted in school which explains why i am gonna fail my prelims very miserably. so hurray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AND today, neh and bols were the meanest things on planet earth in the toilet. HOW COULD YOU 2 HUMILIATE ME INFRONT OF THE J1'S??!! hai, but nvm i decided that face doesn't matter anymore. only the fun does. and wells,each day i feel that i'm being enlightened and stronger. i really thank God for being with me through this spells of uncertainty. You give me strength and You give me faith. It really helps that God is around. Thank You God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115694012339542073?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115694012339542073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115694012339542073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115694012339542073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115694012339542073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/neh-and-bols-are-bad-stuff.html' title='neh and bols are bad stuff.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115668861857507986</id><published>2006-08-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T07:23:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pictorial tribute to commerate the last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00811.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00811.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00793.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00793.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00789.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00789.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00785.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00785.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00753.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00753.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/DSC00713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/DSC00713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What can I say? JC life has been the most enriching, fun and scandalous periods of my life. Oh have I added enlightening too? Yes, it has been one very enlightening experience too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MJC 05a106 We will all be a bunch of happy screaming people when we collect our results next year yup? yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115668861857507986?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115668861857507986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115668861857507986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115668861857507986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115668861857507986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictorial-tribute-to-commerate-last.html' title='A pictorial tribute to commerate the last day of school'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115642348628128005</id><published>2006-08-24T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T05:44:46.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the second last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/2005_0530learningjourney0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/2005_0530learningjourney0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;was fun, exciting, lovable, crazy, emotional, happy, painful, wet, cute, scandalous, very scandalous (in saf's case), hot, sporty, cool, joyful, moronic, wild, healthy, sun-tanny, tiring, dreadful (just the lecture part), gardeny, felicialicious, p dotty, montoni, the eye-yee, jack and the beany, watery and jon bon jovi. what the hell. it's ironic how u come to love school when it comes to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but, all good things come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115642348628128005?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115642348628128005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115642348628128005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115642348628128005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115642348628128005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/second-last-day-of-school.html' title='the second last day of school'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115605418615685326</id><published>2006-08-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:37:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Drift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/tfatftokyo_marquee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tokyo Drift by Teriyaki Boyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Tokyo,&lt;br /&gt;If you seen it then you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift) (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irasha ii, omachidou sama,&lt;br /&gt;kenso mamire no konomachi no ensou dama,&lt;br /&gt;tamani ichido tsuite oide,&lt;br /&gt;sekaijyu miru yo suruhodona goukana, Japan, Ichiban,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump around saruchie no deban,&lt;br /&gt;Teriyaki Boyz in the place to be,&lt;br /&gt;Misete yarou (hai!) in the VIP.&lt;br /&gt;Many many diamonds danglin,&lt;br /&gt;Bag full of money we stranglin,&lt;br /&gt;Hate me, fry me, bake me, try me,&lt;br /&gt;All the above 'cause you can't get in,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no problem,&lt;br /&gt;Because me professional, Make you, shake your ketsu, (Thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;Haters take it personal.&lt;br /&gt;Like Kanada tai tetsu o now,&lt;br /&gt;Drop it on lets go now (now),&lt;br /&gt;Na nachima maeni netsu wo hassan,&lt;br /&gt;Lets not chiki chima over,&lt;br /&gt;Lets go nets go, Tsuki iro over every color,&lt;br /&gt;Esgo (e~? sugoi), Need you, 'walk out' jyanai, negro,&lt;br /&gt;New dekisora watashi mo big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Tokyo,&lt;br /&gt;If you see me then you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phone rings) Hai, Watashi Teriyaki,&lt;br /&gt;BOYS, Atteyuuma ni fukitobasu,&lt;br /&gt;NOISE, Manshini shitemasu de ghe-tto!&lt;br /&gt;Banou kazumo fuete imasu,&lt;br /&gt;Beishiku wa surprise, DE, Maji mainichiga abunai,&lt;br /&gt;TTE, Ninja fuu Kenja fuu, Dakedo (Geisha!),&lt;br /&gt;Wait! From the rocks say, Tada no shita.&lt;br /&gt;You should see me in the parking lot, 7-11 is the spot,&lt;br /&gt;Fights with wings and shiny things,&lt;br /&gt;And lions, tigers, bears, Oh my ride,&lt;br /&gt;We're furious and fast,&lt;br /&gt;Super sonic like JJ Phat,&lt;br /&gt;And we rock cuz the wheels are fly,&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat that with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;Like a ka(ahn)kiyou tokasa,&lt;br /&gt;Mateba ii zehi soap site yo,&lt;br /&gt;Intercept shite fuck site,&lt;br /&gt;teki hanzai wa banzai,&lt;br /&gt;Hora pants down,&lt;br /&gt;From a back up on the post,&lt;br /&gt;Dou itasu? kyou wa four points,&lt;br /&gt;From far east coast to Dousa sai, (watashi no gaisudou!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Tokyo,&lt;br /&gt;If you seen it then you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Japan mainichi doki doki desu,&lt;br /&gt;Heat island tobi tobi de,&lt;br /&gt;Moeruyou ni shite bochi bochi na,&lt;br /&gt;Tamanegi dasasou kochi kochi eh Heat up de dou risou,&lt;br /&gt;Machijyu subette no-rikon.&lt;br /&gt;Mecha kawarimondante sa?&lt;br /&gt;fool, gocha gocha fast an' furious!&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be the shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be the furs,&lt;br /&gt;That's why ladies choose me,&lt;br /&gt;All up in the news,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we so cute,&lt;br /&gt;That's why we so huge,&lt;br /&gt;Harajuku girls know how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;They respect, I keeps it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Chinaman 'cause I ain't from China man...&lt;br /&gt;I am Japan man. (Wa ta shi wa, tokyo suki,)&lt;br /&gt;Wa ta shi no, Kuruma suteki)&lt;br /&gt;You see him come and go out of the black Benz SLR.&lt;br /&gt;(A na ta mo, tokyo suki)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where he get that kind of money? (A na ta no, kuruma suteki.)&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about it. Lets Go. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Tokyo,&lt;br /&gt;If you seen it then you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Tokyo,&lt;br /&gt;If you seen it then you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Bols and Neh =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115605418615685326?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115605418615685326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115605418615685326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115605418615685326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115605418615685326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/tokyo-drift.html' title='Tokyo Drift'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115591456959416278</id><published>2006-08-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:24:34.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crusty Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There have been many many new lingos that have been invented since the school term came closer to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.Dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Montoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kerosene&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Doppelganger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of late &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Crusty Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How wonderful life can be when you have so many wonderful friends around you. And studying in school was so much more interesting than i ever thought it would be. Bones rocks. I hope the lingo never stops.&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/30228638-115591456959416278?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115591456959416278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115591456959416278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115591456959416278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115591456959416278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/crusty-crab.html' title='The Crusty Crab'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115573036588007736</id><published>2006-08-16T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:12:45.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss my ipod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i miss my ipod!! boo... felicia happily borrowed it for an extended period of i don't know how long and i'm a very sad person because i havent heard all the new uploaded songs from NFS that he downloaded. irritating to the merry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyways, school was super emo today because yeah, shan't go into the details but also because &lt;strong&gt;NEH&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SAF&lt;/strong&gt; were missing!!! oh neh alamak miss you lah!!! miss your chik-cool image and touring the school!!! and saf i miss your NOISEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hai hai hai. today was a very sad day in school but it was heartwarming to have bolzie and mum to share their recess food with me that made me a very happy happy person. haha what a greedy person i am. haha oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am so happy because the j1's are having their inter-house competition tml and we're supposedly supposed to go and watch. hehe and yeah have i mentioned that i miss neh and saf? good. yup anyways, u 2 bum-bums better come to school tml!!! no more excuses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115573036588007736?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115573036588007736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115573036588007736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115573036588007736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115573036588007736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/miss-my-ipod.html' title='miss my ipod'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115505195959139249</id><published>2006-08-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:49:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love you guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th August was the most fun day in year 2 so far.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Neh :" Thanks so much for being soooooo terribly funny today. I can feel the abs forming, trust me. From now on, u're CHIK k? or CHICK prehaps?? No pun intended?? hee. And walking so "glamly" around with the baju. And being sucha good joke. And TAKING PHOTOS WITH SOOOOO MANY MANY MANY IMPORTANT PEOPLE!!! ARGH!!! more exciting love stories to come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bols :" Eh hi CUTE one! No pun intended??? haha! yup bols u rocked lah, thanks for happily walking away when u were supposed to SMILE with er yeah, i don't have to go into detail. ANYWAYS, stop quarelling k??? He's really lucky to have u! But don't worry, neh mum and i are always GARDEN ADVOCATES!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mum :"We totally rocked changi airport's wooden benches lah. I mean, &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;. And yeah lah mum, i love your fortune-telling skills. They're marvellous. A bit scary i must say. But ah who cares, reality checks noe. Eh mum, thanks for your compliments, lunch on me k? Cause i can dy/dx between truths and lies (ehem neh). haha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sucha happy person now!!! i cant blog about EVERYTHING that happened lah. but it was just damn damn damn fun. haiyo. feels like i'm never gonna sit for my a levels can??! anyways, fireworks were superbly terribly awesomely cool. and er romantic as well. ha! yeys!! &lt;strong&gt;my plp rocks! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115505195959139249?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115505195959139249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115505195959139249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115505195959139249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115505195959139249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-you-guys.html' title='love you guys.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115467980554067995</id><published>2006-08-04T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:38:32.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories, memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/1600/IMG_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/3237/320/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wish i was in j1!!! i really really wish i was in j1!!! i havent had enough of mj yet!!! college years should like 3 or even 4 years!!! even though mj is really stressful and stuff, but hey, it's good fun man. The people, the atmosphere, the teachers, hell even the canteen vendors (who'd ever forget the uncle that sells us yum-yum malay rice and charges us by the millions?) Sigh, why must these 2 years just fly by so quickly? It seems like yesterday that i just stepped into college into Zosma 5 (Saf are u reading this?? hee) and meeting my soon-to-be craziest friend ever man. And then there was sports day where saf and i were screaming like 2 mad cows with the pom-poms, and then there was the teacher's day celebrations where we all wore really formal clothes and stuff, and then there was the learning journey day, and then there were the promos (er hem) and then there was endless amounts of volleyball sessions &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; the promos when i was soooo crazy over a very blessed person, haha. oh man, i am so emo now. i'd really miss mj, and of course i'd really miss a106 too!! i want all of us to go to the university so we'd all be together again!! oh wells, good things don't last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115467980554067995?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115467980554067995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115467980554067995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115467980554067995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115467980554067995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories-memories.html' title='memories, memories.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30228638.post-115460556470860299</id><published>2006-08-03T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T04:46:04.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39</title><content type='html'>39 days to the prelims. i really really need to wake up the idea. argh!! stop behaving like a j1!! i really have to stop touring the school, but then, aiyah must take in every breath of the school right since we're leaving at the end of the year??!!  argh!! in a turmoil can anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy but anyways, school ironically is becoming more fun by the day. haha especially certain days and certain periods. oh well. WAKE UP THE IDEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115460556470860299?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115460556470860299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115460556470860299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115460556470860299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115460556470860299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/39.html' title='39'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115417806544380085</id><published>2006-07-29T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T06:09:12.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>distinctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Attending college day with abi was fun, fun and more fun! Because of her, i am so motivated to study so very very hard and get good grades. We promised each other that we'd go up on stage next year!! She for 4 distinctions and me, for 3 distinctions (gulps). Well, it always helps to believe in yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know i was mean lah, but college day got quite monotonous after a while so halfway through the ceremony, i and abi went out to supposedly go to the toilet. As expected, we ended up at the snack and drink machines, buying hello panda, some crackers and a nice cold bottle of ice lemon tea. Sat at the study benches and started going on and on about studies. I really admire her! She got A B B D for her mid years please! A for math!! Holy shit. But well, it was really really nice talking to her. I was really motivated somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks abi for those words! It was a poignant moment. We must really study hard and go shake professor's tan hands next year k!! And of course go shopping for the clothes that we intend to wear. hehe. Expecting to see excellent results from you honey! &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/30228638-115417806544380085?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115417806544380085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115417806544380085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115417806544380085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115417806544380085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/distinctions.html' title='distinctions'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115409893273890552</id><published>2006-07-28T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:02:12.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>result notification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The next time i go into the room, i'm gonna make sure you shall have nothing to say about my playing. I shall walk out of the room, with you having nothing to say. Just wait and see, your comments were a hell lot of bullshit. And i'm not gonna let them get to me. And i'm gonna wear my converse shoes the next time round. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IT'S BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT PEOPLE LOSE FAITH IN THEIR PASSIONS&lt;/span&gt;. But don't worry, you didn't succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115409893273890552?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115409893273890552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115409893273890552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115409893273890552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115409893273890552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/result-notification.html' title='result notification'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30228638.post-115401501891912412</id><published>2006-07-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:43:38.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) WAKE UP THE IDEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2) START STUDYING HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3) WAKE UP THE IDEA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115401501891912412?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115401501891912412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115401501891912412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115401501891912412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115401501891912412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-to.html' title='I need to'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115354264491461433</id><published>2006-07-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:30:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i know this sounds crazy, but i really miss the times from 2 years ago when we went to sabah and 2 years from now, when there's still a tiny section in our hearts that's somehow empty without each other's presence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i know this is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;, but i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but we've both moved on, or wait, have we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115354264491461433?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115354264491461433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115354264491461433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115354264491461433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115354264491461433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115148284241320016</id><published>2006-06-28T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:20:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i wish i could tell u how i feel, i wish i could let u in on everything's that going through my head, i wish u never said what u said to me the other night, i wish i still felt the same way as before. i'm sorry for causing u trouble, i'm sorry for getting u vexed, and above all, i'm sorry for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you. i've so much to say to u, but once i think of the consequences, i can't help but hold back. i guess it doesn't matter about how i'm feeling, what matters most is that i don't cause u any unnecessary pain again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115148284241320016?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115148284241320016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115148284241320016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115148284241320016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115148284241320016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wish-i-could.html' title='i wish i could...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115142054170272554</id><published>2006-06-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:02:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can't forget what you said to me last night, i know i said i'd be okay... but... things've changed...i'm sorry i'm keeping it away from you. i don't know how long more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;mid years are really quite a nightmare, i really came into a mad mad school with mad mad teachers who set papers that're madly tough. but oh well... i guess every jc 2 student goes through the same phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;brazil's gonna play ghana tonight, i am SO excited! finally something to look forward to after these dreary nights that have been so miserable. BRAZIL MUST WIN!!! i love brazil to the tiniest bits and microscopic pieces.  ok, it's started! tata! everybody pray for brazil!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115142054170272554?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115142054170272554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115142054170272554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115142054170272554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115142054170272554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/down.html' title='down'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115123151785980968</id><published>2006-06-25T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:33:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a moral fable with lessons to be learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've spent the whooooole of today studying all the paper 1 Lit texts that now I'm so confused with who said what. "Sith, 'twas my fault to give the people scope." Okay, that was by the Duke. "You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as his age, wretched in both" haha our all-time favourite King Lear! "The rain and darkness had got thicker" yup and here we have the use of pathetic fallacy employed by George Eliot. I wonder if memorising these quotes can get me through the mid-years. haha FAT HOPE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh well, I'm gonna hit the books again but just decided to relax for just a tiny bit before i proceed on to memorise all the darn formulas for Maths and maybe, if i'm still alive by then, some micro-econs which i SO haven't touched yet. Goodness people who study 3 A level subjects like me can complain, i don't know how the people with 4 are handling it. I absolutely salute to everyone out there who studies 4 A level subjects, and if its the Sciences, you guys are gods. Hell yeah. I seriously respect every Science student out there, i mean, oh my god. Imagine studying how Newton's 1st, 2nd and 3rd law determine this motion and that motion. And then there's pressure, electricity. Oh god, i don't even wanna go there. It's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what have i done during the hols? I really can't say, seems like i studied alot until i'm having a throbbing headache now, but yet when the exams start tomorrow, i still find myself digging through the endless heaps of books and referring to formulas, quotes, definitions, you name it. I really hope this won't be the case 4 months from now, when it's 1 day before the A's. Yikes!! Scary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a totally totally unrelated note, even though the mid-years are tomorrow, i sure as well am NOT going to skip any good matches that're on tv!!! I don't know if its a blessing or a curse when my house's cable is able to receive indonesian channels that broadcast ALL the matches. haha and i sure as hell am not gonna miss any Brazil matches!!! haha that's a Way no-no. hehe so yup, the mid-years are tomorrow, good luck to every stressed-up student out there!! We're all in this together!! Hang in there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115123151785980968?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115123151785980968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115123151785980968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115123151785980968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115123151785980968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-moral-fable-with-lessons-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s a moral fable with lessons to be learnt'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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-30228638.post-115122330242435061</id><published>2006-06-25T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:15:02.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Feva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BRAZIL JAPAN 4 - 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha whoohoo, the match was fabulous! it was highly motivational to stay up till three (studying all the while, of course) and then looking forward to an exciting game whilst talking on the phone with my dearest (he was exceptionally energetic yesterday night, now that i recall), oh man, i'm gonna miss the holidays and all the endless nights of fifa world cup-ping!!! Ronaldo was great, Today's report started with 'Fatty Strikes Back'. Screw it man, Ronaldo's a "phenomenon" as what he puts it, haha so yeah, SIZE DOES NOT MATTER. On a totally unrelated note, Kaka is just ... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School reopens in like..3 more days and guess what's the first paper?? LIT. omg. Imagine the number of depression tablets miss k's gonna have to take while marking my script. Heck, she shouldn't even bother reading it, just burn the darn thing I'd say! I just don't wanna sit for the papers cause i don't wanna come back with big fat F's on my result slips!!!! SIGH. Typical mid-year blues of a pathetic jc student. BUT... the consolation's that well... after our A's, we're free!!! No more cursed books for like 6-7 months? and uni life won't be as bad as jc life according to what my beloved brother always tells me. hehe so yey, good luck to me as I just walk into the gates of hell on monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30228638-115122330242435061?l=yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115122330242435061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30228638&amp;postID=115122330242435061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115122330242435061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30228638/posts/default/115122330242435061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesterdayfeelings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-feva.html' title='Soccer Feva!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283323153149541891</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>
