<?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-6164921</id><updated>2011-10-26T00:50:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[let's go dancing in the rain]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-4491049622942742821</id><published>2008-01-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:00:22.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I'm tired of using blogger,I'm off to wordpress.Go figure (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4491049622942742821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4491049622942742821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4491049622942742821' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-2975246353001656449</id><published>2008-01-11T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:41:15.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, we say something with all our heart.We make promises, we make statements that we hold dear.And we know that every word is uttered with utmost sincerity.At that point of time.But then what we have don't always stay the same.Things change, boundaries change.It isn't that those promises and words were said in passing.More than anything, they were said with pure seriousness.But because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2975246353001656449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2975246353001656449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2975246353001656449' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-1594938024752763286</id><published>2008-01-07T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T07:00:02.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because BubbleTea wants an update.But I've got nothing to say.There's too much going on in the mind,My thoughts are paralysed.You wanted to know what happened.But 2007's over.What's the point of talking about something that will never come back again.Let's just say,Sometimes even the smallest of promises can mean the world.And when promises get broken a tad too often,They arent the only thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1594938024752763286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1594938024752763286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1594938024752763286' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-875657527671663963</id><published>2007-12-21T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:27:27.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tried to take a pictureOf loveDidn't think I'd miss herThat muchI wanna fill this new frameBut it's EmptyTried to write a letterIn inkIt's been getting betterI thinkI've got a peice of paperBut it's EmptyIt's EmptyMaybe we're tryingTrying to hardMaybe we're torn apartMaybe the timingIs beating our heartsWe're EmptyAnd I even wonderIf weShould be getting underThese sheetsWe could lie in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/875657527671663963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/875657527671663963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#875657527671663963' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-8748082780280698579</id><published>2007-11-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:10:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's going to be over in a matter of days.Everything we've worked so hard for.It'll be over.But then there's a longing within,A longing for A's to continue.Call it denial,Or perhaps running away, if you like.SONIC!Hang in there, I'm always on your side okays! (:We're all on your side.Everything will come to a pass soon.You can do it,cause you're special! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/8748082780280698579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/8748082780280698579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8748082780280698579' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-7908689526495796928</id><published>2007-09-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:17:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Daryl tagged.</title><summary type='text'>1. person who tagged me:- daryl2. my relationship with him:- employee/employer. haha.3. my 5 impressions of him:- lame- mr nice guy- sensible (at times, haha)- reliable- insane4. most memorable thing that he had done for me:- went for econs tutorial late, to talk to me (:5. most memorable words that he said to me:- "my overaccurate "boss-o-meter" tells me thrs smth wrong"6. if he becomes my lover</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7908689526495796928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7908689526495796928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7908689526495796928' title='Because Daryl tagged.'/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-81033199249823754</id><published>2007-09-08T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:31:47.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's at times like this that I want to give up.We talked about people back then whom we can't exactly tolerate now.Come to think of it, it's been almost 2 years since we went our separate ways. People change, even in the shortest period of time. Its unfortunate that even though we feel bad about it, we can't exactly find it in ourselves to kind of reconcile. That person, and the rest of us.We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/81033199249823754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/81033199249823754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#81033199249823754' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-7338661563812737763</id><published>2007-08-22T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:03:23.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawed</title><summary type='text'>For once let's believe in flawed cliches.Time will heal all wounds.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7338661563812737763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7338661563812737763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7338661563812737763' title='Flawed'/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-2964882058219155970</id><published>2007-08-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:00:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoho.Keep this up, and I won't know how to smile and be happy anymore.I'm sorry I'm not that noble.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2964882058219155970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2964882058219155970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2964882058219155970' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-2955016643590271707</id><published>2007-08-19T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:05:18.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello world.Today's a good day, and I'm a happy person.Hohoho. (:Mugging at Coffee Bean was nice.Every day during September hols.Whee whee.Ben &amp; Jerry's can cure anything and everything.Makes people smile.But we didn't get much fishes today.I feel cheated, but that's okay.Plus walking in the rain.That and B&amp;J can practically cure anything in the world.Haha.Cold weather makes the bones in my legs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2955016643590271707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2955016643590271707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2955016643590271707' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-1786724688821522069</id><published>2007-08-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:58:32.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking.And thinking.Perhaps its best we keep our distance.But it hurts, it really does.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1786724688821522069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1786724688821522069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1786724688821522069' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5685226470897963105</id><published>2007-07-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:18:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lovely donuts make me happy. Haha. (:Trip to Hougang was worth it.Whee whee.School's getting kind of intensive.But it's okay.In the words of MJ,"You suffer for a few months more, then you're free."Haha.Some things never change, hoho.But that's good.Was looking for yearbook to lend Lincoln the other day.Flipped through `03's, and saw our netball jumpshot.I miss those days.Whee whee.Okay, back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5685226470897963105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5685226470897963105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5685226470897963105' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-4285904820055209718</id><published>2007-07-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:53:19.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The worst kind of hurt.It wasn't enough, apparently.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4285904820055209718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4285904820055209718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4285904820055209718' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-4030263855100409167</id><published>2007-07-08T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:41:23.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past week has been pretty much the same old routine.Only perhaps, with academics being the sole focus now, with no CCA.Shopping with Aqilah and Nuurun was fun, though initially I was still burnt out from Sentosa the day before."Free stuffs, anyone?" (:Went ECP with YY and Gary on Monday. Haha. Super fun, all the nonsense with YY around.Now I can't wait for next Saturday's BBQ.There's still a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4030263855100409167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4030263855100409167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4030263855100409167' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-6028836973157742479</id><published>2007-06-29T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:46:24.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEA ANGELS (:Yesterday was simply wonderful.And memorable.Fishes fishes.Dolphins are beautiful!Thanks, for everything. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/6028836973157742479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/6028836973157742479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6028836973157742479' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5846476623206274846</id><published>2007-06-21T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:51:27.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some things are better left locked up.Some things are better left unsaid.Some things are better off unknown.I feel resigned, somehow.Calm, amidst all the anxiety.Motivation ran off somewhere. Along with Determination.Precise timing indeed.This is driving me up the wall.HAHAHA.Mad incoherent ramblings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5846476623206274846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5846476623206274846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5846476623206274846' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-503267758652886084</id><published>2007-06-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:45:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was supposed to be Underwater World Day. ):I want Ben &amp; Jerry's. ):The eye's still not normal. ):Someone's still MIA, somewhere in the region.I feel guilty. As much as today was cause of the swollen red eye, somewhere there's relief. Maybe I haven't come to accept the change in the borders of our friendship yet. Maybe, maybe. And I'm unable to eliminate the doubts and reservations that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/503267758652886084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/503267758652886084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#503267758652886084' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-589706531179550156</id><published>2007-06-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:03:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 4/6 DAY!Through thick and thin.Mugging tirelessly.Our fourth year now (:Separate paths, but our hearts are rooted, joined as one!"Today's something to blog about." - THE Nenek (:So that's precisely why I'm here!I'm suffering from ABC 07 withdrawal syndrome. Super irritating. Every time I see people strolling I feel like shouting "SENSE OF URGENCY!". Hahaha. And my biological clock </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/589706531179550156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/589706531179550156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#589706531179550156' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-7178271130885798994</id><published>2007-05-31T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:37:18.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABCamp 07.SIs.Navajo.Bunk 11-44.Outdoor.Welfare.Thank you.Now its time to get back to life, the outside world.Time to get started.Day 5.That image was more than clear. Things have changed, really changed. And there's no turning back. Sorry I can't accept things as they are now. Distance, perhaps, is best.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7178271130885798994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7178271130885798994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7178271130885798994' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-8756672937512488367</id><published>2007-05-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:55:56.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AJ 23rd SC.Where our hearts are.Identity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/8756672937512488367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/8756672937512488367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8756672937512488367' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR-8Fss1-J8/RkBzM0lHy1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-b8bNcJ2SSo/s72-c/logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-8429242208243128640</id><published>2007-04-28T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:51:25.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE FARAH.And congrats dear PEANUT for the GwH! (:I know I haven't been around much lately, mind's been wandering a lot.And I haven't been the person I was before.I'll be back, soon.Thanks, Superman and L. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/8429242208243128640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/8429242208243128640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8429242208243128640' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-3728049906557538349</id><published>2007-04-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:53:21.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I've decided.I've come to a decision, the next step I'll take.Because this cant go on any longer.It'll do damage to us, day by day.No words can describe how I feel now.Nothing accurate.Everything seems to be an understatement.But I'm sorry.I really am.And those memories we created.Will forever be imprinted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/3728049906557538349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/3728049906557538349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3728049906557538349' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-7390135008452007921</id><published>2007-03-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:46:57.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a good day.Met up with Chairman after school.Someone skipped school and seminar. HAHA.Bishan to Lavender to Bugis.Oh-so-near.Haha.Caught up on nearly a year's worth of stuffs.Hoho.It's been that long since we met up properly and talked.(:Today's a rather good day too.Mugged productively! Haha.And best thing was, on both days.I was laughed at over THAT issue.Hoho.I promise I'll make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7390135008452007921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7390135008452007921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7390135008452007921' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5776775042519775559</id><published>2007-03-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:00:47.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I'm leading a pointless life.Like everyday I'm waking up and living just for the sake of living.There's someone I miss, alot alot.But there isnt any way I can tell that someone.I want things to go back to how they were before.Now going to school or mugging doesnt seem to hold as much purpose nor significance.Nothing much to look forward to.Nothing much to really feel happy about.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5776775042519775559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5776775042519775559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5776775042519775559' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-1236844712980942745</id><published>2007-03-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:56:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Knowing that my juniors are happy in AJ makes me smile. (:Cause I love blue-and-yellow!And today I realised how much I miss blue-and-white and yellow. ):Today isnt a happy day.The past week hasnt been easy.They say, sometimes things dont go your way.Hell, this isnt the first time.I know over time, I've developed an aversion for that word. Like an automatic switch that turns me off the moment I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1236844712980942745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1236844712980942745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1236844712980942745' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-4607442760010938898</id><published>2007-03-18T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:01:55.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am beyond exhausted, mentally.But tomorrow.Tomorrow will still come, and the sun will still rise.So tomorrow I'll still smile.I hope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4607442760010938898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/4607442760010938898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4607442760010938898' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5780192133174799063</id><published>2007-03-18T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:10:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little more than a month back you said something.But now you've changed the tune.Perhaps what Zhar said is true.If its really that important to you, would you even consider giving this up.I'm honestly honestly tired.I thought that problem was solved and you came and hit me with another blow.Hoho.Every word, every sentence that you typed pierced right through.Now I'm drained of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5780192133174799063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5780192133174799063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5780192133174799063' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5851223411109405331</id><published>2007-03-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:41:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought through things last night.I guess it wouldnt matter that you or anyone else doesnt see the importance of this.Because different people are looking from different angles, we each have different viewpoints.And I know I'm stubborn. But let's not let this affect our friendship, okays? (:Camp was okay.Cause ALPHA was simply super (:They talk about democracy. And once again, I learnt how the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5851223411109405331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5851223411109405331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5851223411109405331' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-6056914120297388609</id><published>2007-03-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:51:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought, I thought.But apparently I thought wrong.Now your words have left me unsettled, in a dilemma all over again.Do you realise how torturous it is to be stuck in the middle.Oh well. Thanks, at least now I know.I'm okay (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/6056914120297388609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/6056914120297388609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6056914120297388609' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-2318957887709202814</id><published>2007-03-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:54:47.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's a crappy day.But north and south poles made me smile (:I'm okay.I really am.Now I feel like an intruder.Like a third party that was never meant to be there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2318957887709202814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/2318957887709202814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2318957887709202814' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5361607615314871489</id><published>2007-03-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:24:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I really REALLY wish you'd just keep quiet and go away.You're making me pissed and frustrated.And I dont like it. RAH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5361607615314871489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5361607615314871489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5361607615314871489' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-955606389201138127</id><published>2007-03-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:59:27.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny how I can get so affected.When I wasnt the one taking the results.I need to know you'll be okay.Not just on the surface, but from within.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/955606389201138127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/955606389201138127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#955606389201138127' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-7671546454207075844</id><published>2007-02-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:06:01.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damage done, lasting impression formed.I'm sorry I dont wanna hear anymore.I'm as tired as you are, as everyone else is.I dont want to hear any reasons, any excuses, any explanations.Lets just take it that I'm stubborn and unreasonable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7671546454207075844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/7671546454207075844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7671546454207075844' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-99053528496728861</id><published>2007-02-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:36:27.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny how one person's words can affect you a lot.I've been unfocused, thinking about what was said yesterday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/99053528496728861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/99053528496728861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#99053528496728861' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-5655087417597817828</id><published>2007-02-15T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:18:51.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lesson learnt.Next time I'll keep it to myself.And not say anything about this kinda matter.RAH. ):</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5655087417597817828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/5655087417597817828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5655087417597817828' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-1835385507445473052</id><published>2007-02-11T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:14:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In taking this journey together as a group.Frictions are inevitable.In walking down this same path in life,We meet obstacles along the way.And we get tired and exhausted.Stressed and pressurised.So tension rises.But no matter what we will keep going.As one.But its in times of crisis that people come together to provide the support and love for each other.It is during times of crisis that we learn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1835385507445473052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/1835385507445473052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1835385507445473052' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-193160946298846415</id><published>2007-02-05T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:14:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is different from any other day.Why?Note the time.Its only 1708h and I'm at home.Like how often has that happened this year.Only once before.But even going home early has its consequences.Dean! I'm really sorry about missing the meeting today eh! &gt;.&lt;SL went great.I LOVE FARAH. &amp; 1406 too of course.And those cute little angels!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/193160946298846415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/193160946298846415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#193160946298846415' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-3301767458852093814</id><published>2007-01-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:36:34.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colourful day.Full of orange and red and black.Cause the stove caught fire. &gt;.&lt;SL has been good so far. I'm looking forward to meeting the small prefects. Haha! But I look forward more to execute what 1406 has planned. (: As a class.Academics has been less-than-okay/not-so-okay/LOL. HAHA. Bio is like French to me; alien. GP lecture still as torturous and mass-brain-cells-killing as ever. RAH. But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/3301767458852093814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/3301767458852093814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3301767458852093814' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116964808530058585</id><published>2007-01-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:14:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Platonic relationships.That between a guy and a girl, they're nothing more than friends. Very very VERY close friends even, but nothing more.I guess not many of us have that maturity and understanding to accept that platonic relationships do exist. And so we see how when a guy and a girl gets close, people jump to conclusions.Unknowing to them, their assumptions and wrongly deduced conclusions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116964808530058585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116964808530058585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116964808530058585' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116930238943721719</id><published>2007-01-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:13:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVY Fest 1 07Movie Under The Stars.Weeks of rushing out proposals and what not.Working around all the limitations.Facing the hiccups.Now MOVY Fest 1 is over. (:The planning process wasnt exactly smooth. But I enjoyed working, this time with Suting (lover!), Siang Ning and Kyna.Everything turned out well (:Thanks to:The councillors, for responding well and being very flexible and receptive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116930238943721719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116930238943721719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116930238943721719' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116870215830595758</id><published>2007-01-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:29:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a tad late.But O1 was and will always be a memorable experience despite all the troubles and ups and downs.Today's a wasted day.The only things I did today were1) NFS2) Queensway3) Read maclaurins notes.Nocturnal tonight (:My secret pal is a super sweet person.She wrote me a letter by the end of this week and even attached hershey's kissables.TO JULIANAH'S SECRET PAL:If you're reading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116870215830595758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116870215830595758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116870215830595758' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116757676496660709</id><published>2006-12-31T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:52:44.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone else are posting their reflections up on their blogs.But I guess when I'm done with mine, I'll lock it away somewhere.Hoho.2006 wasnt easy.To say it's been difficult is an understatement.So I'll say it's been most challenging.To the extent that I dont know where I stand now.Dont know if I've gotten back up on my feet again.'06 has been extremely difficult.That now I dont feel any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116757676496660709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116757676496660709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116757676496660709' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116703176124631337</id><published>2006-12-25T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:29:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My handsome little Japanese darling! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116703176124631337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116703176124631337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116703176124631337' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116685397264217123</id><published>2006-12-23T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:06:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont bother saying anything if you dont even know a single thing about what we do.RAH.Squash!I've got a new interest now. Hoho. Squash date with Bouncy and Aqilah. Nizar came along on Wednesday, and Friday's session had him plus Nuurun and Khalis.The company you play squash with matters. (:One week of holidays left.Feels as though the holidays havent even started. RAH.I want to go back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116685397264217123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116685397264217123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116685397264217123' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116654306117294943</id><published>2006-12-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:44:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont want to reconsider. ):Please go away.):</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116654306117294943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116654306117294943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116654306117294943' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116602456902672411</id><published>2006-12-13T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:42:49.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My holidays have just began.And of all the things to begin holidays with.I had to go back to school in the morning.And off to the library to study after that.Hoho.Today was a rather productive day!And I can do MI okays!Cheer up okays! Dont give up, keep trying. (:And thanks for the jacket!I'm getting more and more worn out each day. Despite the fact that we're supposed to be having our 2 weeks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116602456902672411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116602456902672411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116602456902672411' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116507578903262769</id><published>2006-12-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:09:49.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The worst way to miss someone is to miss the person right next to you.Hoho.I'm a happy girl today! (:Wasnt so happy in the morning.Missed games trials because was/am sick.Roar.Woke up with a heavy head, felt so super irritated.Supposed to be doing proposal.But now I cant concentrate.Hahs!Just like a dream come true!Hoho.Seemingly impossible but it happened.Goes to show that not all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116507578903262769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116507578903262769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116507578903262769' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116447376847033433</id><published>2006-11-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:56:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O1 O1 O1.HW HW HW.Hoho. Now my life revolves around council and homework. How fun. I wouldnt mind so much if my life revolved only around Maths or something. Hoho. I like Maths. But the rest....o.0Okay, I'm not happy with the way things are.I'm neglecting a lot of things because of work. And its not even schoolwork.I'm neglecting the LOVED ONES; all the outings I skipped. The movies that we never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116447376847033433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116447376847033433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116447376847033433' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116430259977364824</id><published>2006-11-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:23:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now tell me how its gonna be done.Will I win or lose this one.One week since OBS ended.Great experience, one to be remembered.DA GAMA.Steve's Talk Show. (:Full force from the moment OBS ended.Even before we break camp.HOHO.The first message read was on banner. Hahs.And everything's going at full force now I guess.Busy busy busy.There's no more time to stop for a breather.I'll be in school every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116430259977364824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116430259977364824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116430259977364824' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116324198120409236</id><published>2006-11-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:46:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>09 Nov 06And that marks the end of our journey together.From strangers to classmates to PW mates.We've made it this far.Came this far.The journey through the winding road wasnt easy.With obstacles along the way, hindering our progress, halting our pace.But we came through.It hasnt always been easy.I dare say, we had a lot more to handle.One big setback that could have very well made us topple and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116324198120409236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116324198120409236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116324198120409236' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116153247062331631</id><published>2006-10-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:54:30.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I realised.Somewhere along this journey, I've lost myself.I need to find the old me.The one with focus, drive, determination.The one who didnt let anything deter her from reaching her final destination.The one who wasnt this weak.It wont be easy, wont be fast.Until I find myself again.Goodbye World.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116153247062331631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116153247062331631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116153247062331631' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116150655575487575</id><published>2006-10-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:42:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We werent thinking.We didnt let ourselves think.Because we didnt want to know."- The Tenth Circle; Jodi Picoult -Maybe I dont wanna know either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116150655575487575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116150655575487575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116150655575487575' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116144746618602142</id><published>2006-10-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:17:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A picture speaks a thousand words.This picture only speaks one - FRIENDSHIP. (:How we rushed from school to TPY for dinner.Cursed the restaurant for being not-so-fast.Zoomed off to Orchard after that before we moved on to Suntec City.Reminiscing about those days back in Anderson.I miss my fellow ONG. Leny. Limei.But its okay. I'm meeting Limei soon! (:Our identities, the loved ones. Altogether. (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116144746618602142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116144746618602142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116144746618602142' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116143929585278421</id><published>2006-10-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:01:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are better.And I'm a happier girl (:Cause I'll still see PAK around in school next year.We'll still be treading the same education path at the same pace.And FAIRY too. (:I worried the whole Friday afternoon.Even during meeting.But it's all okay now. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116143929585278421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116143929585278421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116143929585278421' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116125904109308127</id><published>2006-10-19T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:57:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate horrible horrible dreams. ):Woke up from a really super horrible dream.And it really seemed real.And in the dream something horrible happened to the people closest to me.ROAR.I'm really scared something happened, or is going to happen.):I want them to be okay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116125904109308127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116125904109308127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116125904109308127' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116118597446236982</id><published>2006-10-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:39:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanqi and her wallet never fails to crack me up. (:WR's done.Now its I&amp;R and OP.ROAR.Went to school in the afternoon for WR.Sense of accomplishment.I find it unfair that C**N*** is taking away everything from me. ROAR.I feel like I'm losing the LOVED ONES.I'm drifting further apart each day. Every day I'm occupied doing proposals, editting this and that, and all the rubbish. I dont have time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116118597446236982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116118597446236982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116118597446236982' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116110040379367572</id><published>2006-10-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:53:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things arent supposed to be this way.gentleMANI hope you're okay. I need to know you're okay. No matter what happens, there's always free incoming remember! Anytime anywhere.Whatever it is you're going through, you dont hafta shoulder the burden alone.FAIRYDont give up just yet eh. Remember your promise. I'll force you to study if I have to. And I really hope you'll stay. I really want you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116110040379367572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116110040379367572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116110040379367572' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116089219396886580</id><published>2006-10-15T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:03:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tried to do the right thing, so I wouldnt hurt or affect someone.Yet, the more I tried to do what was right,The more everything turn out all wrong.And I made the person miserable.Oh man.I wanted so much to talk and clear things up.Yet despite the many openings, I couldnt find a right time.Couldnt find the right words.That I nearly cried didnt help matters either.I broke that promise I made to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116089219396886580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116089219396886580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116089219396886580' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116066943804401109</id><published>2006-10-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:10:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are changing around here - far too fast.I'm becoming such a crybaby, I dont even know myself anymore.I dont want to become weak and pathetic.But slowly yet surely, I'm changing.ROAR.Someone made me so pissed today, I teared.No I didnt cry.Its a good thing I still had enough control left in me to still smile like its all okay.But I'm still fuming inside.Not to mention disappointed.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116066943804401109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116066943804401109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116066943804401109' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116048951442335995</id><published>2006-10-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:11:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To whom it may concern:I'm sorry.I realise that this isnt the first time. Neither is it the second or third.And I know it wouldnt be the last either.Its beyond my control.All I can say now is,I'm sorry.I dont want a swollen ankle, and a damaged back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116048951442335995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116048951442335995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116048951442335995' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116039761263525522</id><published>2006-10-09T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:40:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The days to come will prove to be hard.So many things, so little time.The last time I said that was aeons ago.Maybe because then, that situation became a norm.The past few days were merely pages from a fairytale.Those few days with absolutely nothing to do but to waste time doing nothing.Hoho.Time to wake up.Get up and get going.I'm not gonna let all this mess with my mind.Especially not now when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116039761263525522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116039761263525522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116039761263525522' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116032864249439078</id><published>2006-10-09T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:30:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The will to become stronger, to win...Everyone aims for unseen heights, much like this smoke.But dont you think if you get caught up on how high the smoke goes, you'll suffocate?" -Captain Yamato; Prince of TennisHoho, I love PoT! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116032864249439078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116032864249439078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116032864249439078' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116032061242471709</id><published>2006-10-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:16:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The friendships we made, is a waste of our time.There's no one left here, to show a future that's kind.Its a world of hate, gone incredibly wrong.We cared too late, we just followed along.And the boys went down, with a gun in their hand.Their weapon of choice, their knees in the sand.If that field nearby, was still there to be used.Would you ever have known, those words are for you.I'll be your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116032061242471709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116032061242471709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116032061242471709' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116024184582230745</id><published>2006-10-08T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:24:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird thoughts have been flooding my mind.Like after Chemistry paper. The moment "Pens down" was heard. Somehow or other I had the sudden URGENT urge to see certain people. Faces after faces just started flashing.ONG BIHUI. LISDA. TEO. IVAN. NUURUN. LUCIUS. SULING. INDRA. LYNDY. SONIC. MELVIN. MARIA. RONGHUA. LIMEI. LENY. HASHIR. JIAHAO4. ZHIKAI. 4SIXERS. KHAIRUL. NADIAH.LOST FRIEND.And I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116024184582230745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116024184582230745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116024184582230745' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116023772601660441</id><published>2006-10-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:15:26.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some mistakes, I can never forgive.I'm a tired but happy girl! Hoho!Thats it, the end.Lots have happened since then, but the wonderful wonderful things mask the effects of the not-so-happy ones.Went out everyday since Thursday. Hoho.Being not productive after weeks of forced productivity can give one a sense of satisfaction.I love spending time with the LOVED ONES; Nenek and BubbleTea! Even if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116023772601660441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116023772601660441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116023772601660441' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-116013670766707581</id><published>2006-10-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:11:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As though someone has pierced a dagger through my heart.I wish you wouldnt be so nice to me.Dont be nice to me, at all.After all this time, I may have forgived.But I havent forgotten.I may have healed.But now the wound's reopened.The barrier's been constructed, and I know I'll never be able to open up and reach out to you like I did then. Neither would I be able to allow you into my life.I'm a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116013670766707581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/116013670766707581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116013670766707581' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115993892041127152</id><published>2006-10-04T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:15:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The stupid things I do.Momentarily dumb.Realisation hit;The worst death so far.The path ahead is suddenly so clouded.Where do I go from here.Time out, on my own.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115993892041127152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115993892041127152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115993892041127152' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115993725770282120</id><published>2006-10-03T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:48:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder.If, in my capacity as a friend, I've done enough?Then I realise,What I've done is nowhere near enough.I hope you're okay.I'm scared.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115993725770282120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115993725770282120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115993725770282120' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115993683508581853</id><published>2006-10-02T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:40:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 tablets didnt bring down the temperature.Oh man, I'm dead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115993683508581853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115993683508581853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115993683508581853' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115937361583313824</id><published>2006-09-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:15:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday I get worn out more and more.I'm mentally tired.But I'll hang on.Two more weeks.Sometimes I find out things I'd rather not know about. Today I did. Knowing only gives rise to the helplessness, the realisation that there isnt anything much I can do, really. I'll be here, always, if you need me. I dont care what anyone else does, as long as no one I love gets hurt.Sometimes, knowing isnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115937361583313824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115937361583313824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115937361583313824' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115928356973271238</id><published>2006-09-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:12:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brain malfunction.Focus keeps drifting to the wrong things.Distractions keep infiltrating this already malfunctioning brain.Pardon me if I take 10 seconds to answer.Mind's too saturated with all things essential and non-essential.Ah wells.NO I'M NOT TIRED.And NO I'M NOT BREAKING DOWN.I'm just not myself.Just for this period of time.Let it all end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115928356973271238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115928356973271238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115928356973271238' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115919727888709974</id><published>2006-09-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:24:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont want to feel this way.I dont want to admit that I'm stressed.I'm not I'm not.I'm not tired, I need to keep going.I'm not affected, not at all.I'm okay.Why do i feel like I'm lying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115919727888709974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115919727888709974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115919727888709974' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115909387751019034</id><published>2006-09-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:31:17.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As long as the sun still rises each morning,I'll keep smiling."I dont see why people bother to care about anything. All it does is hurt you in the end. All you did was make me like you and now I wish I never did because I dont want to miss you. Loving people always does hurt. Its part of the deal.."-Torey Hayden, Somebody Else's KidsI hate September.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115909387751019034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115909387751019034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115909387751019034' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115876502495494778</id><published>2006-09-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:10:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will the scars go away with night?Mum's back from the hospital. Its a relief really, seeing her. At least I know she's okay, cause I see her before me. Its not okay yet, the results arent out. But we'll have to hang on I guess; keep on hoping.Things arent okay.I realised today, and yesterday, how much responsibility I have to shoulder when my mum's not around. Just taking care of one 9 year old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115876502495494778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115876502495494778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115876502495494778' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115762808513699526</id><published>2006-09-07T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:21:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont want to say goodbye.Everytime I start a new phase of my life, my education.Someone I really truly love leaves.Why.I'll give up everything else.If only I can have them back by my side.Blow after blow.I've yet to fully get back on my feet.Yet I'm dealt with another blow.Maybe I should stay this way, on the ground where I cant fall any further.I'm really really angry.At myself, at everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115762808513699526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115762808513699526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115762808513699526' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115713031120317931</id><published>2006-09-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:05:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to be okay soon.If I dont get well real soon, I might as well go bang my head against the wall.Its been 4 days, 5 days if you include Saturday.Roar.Oh so irritating.And there's flu to add on now.Workshop yesterday, more than 7 hours in school. Hoho. To think everyone else could sleep in and wake up late. Oh wells.AndHappy Birthday Lisda! I miss you truckloads!Everyone's getting old.Hoho (=</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115713031120317931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115713031120317931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115713031120317931' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115704130914620548</id><published>2006-08-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:21:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Timely arrival of a long awaited holiday.Perfect timing for convalescing before anything else.Time to recuperate and get back to work; this time with 100% drive and concentration hopefully.Time to catch up on whatever undone stuffs, and all those things that I missed the past 2 days.There's still workshop tomorrow.Lectures and whatnot next week.Plus proposal to edit and hand in.Makes me irritated</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115704130914620548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115704130914620548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115704130914620548' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115691400155759208</id><published>2006-08-30T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:00:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I have to stay strong, but somehow I cant.This isnt the time to breakdown, its not even confirmed yet.So why am I being so pathetic and weak then.I hate feeling this way.Feeling so miserable and upset that you just want to cry.But yet on the outside all you can do is stone.ROAR.I'm glad I have Fortune Fairy around.Will tomorrow be better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115691400155759208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115691400155759208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115691400155759208' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115659891949719939</id><published>2006-08-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:37:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This doesnt feel right.Promos are in about a month's time. Work's piling up with the proposals and tutorials and written report to be done. ROAR. Time for revision just doesnt seem to exist.My health's been deteriorating ever since I stepped into AJ. Migraines never come rarely anymore, rather occasionally though still not frequent. I keep falling sick; my head felt really heavy on Friday. I keep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115659891949719939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115659891949719939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115659891949719939' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115659749916858077</id><published>2006-08-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:04:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm thankful for the people around me, for the people who have given support.FOURTEEN girls;We'll get through this together. There's nothing we cant survive if we all stick together. A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. (=PJ;Thanks lots for the sweets girl; you even know the kind that I like. My lover indeed! You went out of your way to get those for me, having seen the state I was in the day before. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115659749916858077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115659749916858077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115659749916858077' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115634036338131994</id><published>2006-08-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:39:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overwhelming gratitude.I'm SO thankful to you that I truly have no idea how to express my gratitude. In a thousand and one ways you've turned my life around, to the point that I'm left speechless.Thanks for making me realise I can detest someone this much.For making me see that there are SEEMINGLY innocent people around.For making me forget how happy I was in AJ before YOU came along.Make me lose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115634036338131994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115634036338131994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115634036338131994' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115624909640484414</id><published>2006-08-22T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:18:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROAR.I dont understand whats really going on.I want this to work out as much as anyone else.But it takes two hands to clap.There isnt much point if the other person isnt talking.RAH.Tell me what to do. I really want to scream my head off.But then I know it wouldnt be right.Back to square one, multiply by perhaps 100 times.No direction, tell me where I should go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115624909640484414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115624909640484414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115624909640484414' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115574361120418283</id><published>2006-08-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:56:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Natural selection, the STRUGGLE FOR EXISTENCE.When there's selection pressure, there can be three outcomes.1) Directional SelectionOne extreme is selected for, the rest eliminated.2) Stabiliazing SelectionThe intermediate phenotype is selected for.3) Disruptional SelectionTwo extremes; intermediate gets eliminated.Natural selection will give rise to evolution; species change over generations.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115574361120418283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115574361120418283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115574361120418283' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115546148255994010</id><published>2006-08-13T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:31:22.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frustrations.Cant seem to concentrate on work. All those frustrations together can really give rise to a splitting headache. So much so I'm tempted to just crash my head into the wall.Frustrated with the outcome of yesterday's first meeting. I'm not happy. Sitting there looking at their faces only made me realise how unhappy I really am.So many things bothering me, yet ultimately I'm angry and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115546148255994010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115546148255994010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115546148255994010' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115531606118021049</id><published>2006-08-11T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:07:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You dont always get what you want.I dont know what to say. I guess that is life for you. Want something get another. Makes me lose faith, lose hope in all these really. I hear that phrase all the time, get hit by the reality of it loads too. But the experiences didnt make this any easier.I was once told, that if you want something really badly, go for it then. Go for it, and you'll get what you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115531606118021049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115531606118021049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115531606118021049' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115496150385714847</id><published>2006-08-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:38:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoho.I think there're certain people I forgot to mention.People I REALLY BADLY WANT TO SEE.IVAN GUO DONG PAK PJ.Okay. Maybe I see PJ everyday in school, and Pak occasionally in school.But I want to go out, all 5 of us together.Hear all the nonsense and what not.See the disgusting eating manners of the guys.I miss them )=And I want to go out with Alford and PJ too!ROAR.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115496150385714847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115496150385714847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115496150385714847' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115496047014973776</id><published>2006-08-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:21:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When reality hits.Maybe its time to wake up.To rise and face reality.Time to wake up from this fantasy.Fairytales only last as long as you dream.But yet at the end of those few hours you hafta wake up yet again.And watch as the bits and pieces of reality shatter your fairytale.Suddenly I feel the need to see certain people.Lucius Suling Indra Lyndy Sharon BiHui Silvia Maria.Oh man. I hate feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115496047014973776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115496047014973776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115496047014973776' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115418343256321235</id><published>2006-07-29T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:30:32.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being ignored really gives you an empty feeling.I SO DO NOT LIKE BEING IGNORED.ROAR!Being ignored the other time during Bio prac by a classmate was bad enough.Or so I thought.In any case. This entry is dedicated to Mr Counsellor! Hoho.Thanks lotsa lotsa for tolerating all the PW nonsense. First survey, then interview. Then I had to sought your comments on the project and all. And and and, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115418343256321235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115418343256321235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115418343256321235' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115410786279260687</id><published>2006-07-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:31:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The medication doesnt seem to be working much.Hoho. True the pains are less frequent but every time it comes its worse than ever. Lucky thing I could endure the whole day. Really felt as though I was about to collapse while on stage standing after receiving the badge. And while waiting for the phototaking thingy.So not fun at all.Investiture came and went by in a flash. We're officially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115410786279260687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115410786279260687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115410786279260687' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115405762444284589</id><published>2006-07-28T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:33:44.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROAR!Stomach flu is the worst thing ever.I rather go to school and sit through all the seemingly-never-ending lectures and tutorials.And like what Wanqi said, I'm one unlucky person.One bad thing after another. RAH.And there's invest later too. I missed the briefing yesterday and now I've only got a rough idea what to do. If I make any mistake whatsoever I wont be able to show my face anymore! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115405762444284589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115405762444284589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115405762444284589' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115363993717172790</id><published>2006-07-23T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:32:17.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to go back to the past.Badly.I want to go for trainings, and laugh my head off at all our silly antics.Go for carnivals; sunburnt or drenched at the end.Go for tournaments, and shout our hearts out.Sit down and reflect after each match.Cry as a team, rejoice as a team.See the ball go through the hoop,And hear the team rejoice.Hear the encouragements on court, for one another.Go for dinners</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115363993717172790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115363993717172790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115363993717172790' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115339751845553774</id><published>2006-07-20T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:11:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate PW.Ahh well. Who doesnt, seriously. I havent learnt anything much from PW. I learn a lot more from writing proposals during those campaigning days. Hoho.Past few days have been okay. Ups and downs. I'm really angry and pissed with some people. This close to blowing my top. Thinking about PW makes me all hot and bothered. RAH. Oh so irritating.I'm falling in love with Maths once more. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115339751845553774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115339751845553774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115339751845553774' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115296944605592753</id><published>2006-07-15T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:17:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No regrets about last night.The MLDDS Drama was great. Seeing Farah and Hida onstage, easing into their characters so comfortably really impressed me! Especially Farah with the white lips.And last night wasnt made wonderful by just the drama alone. Unexpected meetings. Hashir called like 45 minutes before the drama started to say he's coming. And there's Dini too. Its been long since we all last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115296944605592753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115296944605592753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115296944605592753' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115279229037882969</id><published>2006-07-13T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:04:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Purely my thoughts and opinions. Please refrain from reading if you think you arent gonna like it. RAH! (=]Fallacies.I learnt from Izhar that we shouldnt commit the mistake of making fallacies. Whether in GP whatsoever. But yet yesterday, I heard quite a few fallacies. Whats worse was that answers were demanded for those questions flawed with fallacies. But when you think about it, how do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115279229037882969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115279229037882969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115279229037882969' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115251972336659380</id><published>2006-07-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:22:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too far gone.I dont know whats happening. People are coming up to ask if I'm okay. I am, I guess. At least in school. I wont breakdown whatsoever, not when I'm in school.But still, thanks PJ Spencer Alford Wanqi Sze Huan for asking.And that person too.Hoho.Ushering on Friday was okay. Undeniably it was tiring, but still a good experience. Seeing all those kids there. They'll grow up to be awesome</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115251972336659380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115251972336659380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115251972336659380' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115215881368665677</id><published>2006-07-06T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:06:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another holiday.I think I'm starting to hate going to school. Rah. Even just stepping into the school compound makes me wanna turn round and just leave. The pressure of being around school is making me an unhappy girl. Tsk.And I think I've been really crappy these past few days. All that stuff about N2 and all. But its all I can do to suppress what I'm really feeling inside.I really hate this.To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115215881368665677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115215881368665677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115215881368665677' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115183887395674167</id><published>2006-07-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:14:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>High School Musical in less than 30 min.HOHO!Thats a fairytale I want to believe in!Climb up to your bedroom window eh, GRANNY.(=I thought you were my fairytale.A dream when I'm not sleeping.A wish upon a star, that's coming true.But everybody else could tellThat I confused my feelingsWith the truthWhen there was me and you[hoho, how true]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115183887395674167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115183887395674167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115183887395674167' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115183518689096978</id><published>2006-07-02T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:13:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're in a spell that never endsThe empty hourglass wore me thinSo let the phone do it's workYour voice is heavenBut it hurtsYour words are memoriesBut they burnBaby just say goodnight I'll be gone tomorrow Baby just close your eyes I can't take the sorrow Baby just walk away You know I can't stay There's no easy way to say goodbye So baby just say goodnight[Click Five- Say Goodnight]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115183518689096978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115183518689096978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115183518689096978' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115177491533213062</id><published>2006-07-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:28:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long awaited post [PJ, here you go!]Last week of school holidays. SUPPOSEDLY went out to study, with Pak PJ Spencer. But we didnt, study much that is. WE STILL DID STUDY.But, thats not the point. At least not what PJ wants to see eh.The point is, we went to play pool halfway.And like I always say, each day I learn something new.That day I learnt how to play pool! [ lagging I know, but I didnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115177491533213062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115177491533213062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115177491533213062' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164921.post-115177366489399825</id><published>2006-07-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:07:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GERMANY! Ooh la la [enough said] (=Tiring day, hoho. First thing in the morning had to be in school for council dance session. Super frustrating. Its like, for once I couldnt coordinate my movements. Its like, during Orientation, true I couldnt get everything perfectly right in one day, but at least all the steps are there. But now I cant even coordinate! RAH!But I like Mortal Kombat. Quite fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115177366489399825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164921/posts/default/115177366489399825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirteen-.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115177366489399825' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
