<?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-28788819</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:43:16.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeryl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5772403437921212263</id><published>2008-02-27T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:13:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swiss Army Romance</title><content type='html'>I'm missing your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;How did it break?&lt;br /&gt;And when did your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Begin to look fake?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're as happy as you're pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in my defeat&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew you were safely at home&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak.&lt;br /&gt;And this bottle of beast is taking me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,&lt;br /&gt;And sit alone and wonder...How you're making out.&lt;br /&gt;And as for me I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone... Making out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair it's everywhere.Screaming infidelities and taking its wear.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair it's everywhere.Screaming infidelities and taking its wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Screaming Infidelities&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5772403437921212263?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5772403437921212263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5772403437921212263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5772403437921212263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5772403437921212263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-missing-your-laugh-how-did-it-break.html' title='The Swiss Army Romance'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-4459406121884249935</id><published>2008-02-24T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:13.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paper Lilies</title><content type='html'>Exams had ended on Thursday (21/2), and life's been nothing but great :D&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like a free spirit, living my life so stress and care free. God, I wish everyday could be like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs paper was alright. That marked the end of exams and Year 1 (:&lt;br /&gt;The TB03 (okay, and TB04, with respect to Wen Sheng) clique then went to Seoul Garden where we literally (I mean it) ate to our hearts' content. The buffet was awesome. Pasta, rice, beef and chicken in all kinds of seasoning, seafood, salad, cakes, ICE CREAM, and free-flow of drinks! What more could you ask for! And the price was pretty reasonable too (: Too bad no pictures were taken as we were too busy gourging ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we spent some time walking around the streets of town pretty aimlessly. Chilled for some Gloria Jean's coffee and juice and talked quite abit. Then everyone became pretty tired, obviously, given the fact that many had stayed up the night before to study for econs, and went home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in till about 10.30. Then I had to meet Dee and Charlene for lunch (: We ate at Long John's where we spent about 2 hours talking after eating. Really missed those 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was my Mom's birthday, so I stayed home (: Went to apply for guitar lessons at Verve Music School. Finally, something constructive that I know I'll be doing during the holidays. I've been practicing on my guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Mainey to repair our phones and get my backpack for the chalet. It just dawned on me that I do not have a proper, in working condition backpack to use, and I do know that I need one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture of an authentic vintage bag that Im selling (:&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:fall_semester@hotmail.com"&gt;fall_semester@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R8F1PaJ91dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oWyKYVVQdjU/s1600-h/VINTAGE+BAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542754777650642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R8F1PaJ91dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oWyKYVVQdjU/s320/VINTAGE+BAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that'll be about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love the holidays ((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-4459406121884249935?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4459406121884249935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=4459406121884249935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4459406121884249935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4459406121884249935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/paper-lilies.html' title='The Paper Lilies'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R8F1PaJ91dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oWyKYVVQdjU/s72-c/VINTAGE+BAG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8394415056690916777</id><published>2008-02-18T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:36:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transatlanticism</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today was a mad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I started studying one day before my Management exam. With the consideration that I have not listened to or paid attention in ANY of my lectures and tutorials, it is truly amazing that I actually think I can get a B for the exam (: Also, given the fact that I barely memorised anything, but only read and understood the theory, I am quite happy and contented that I was actually able to write proper Management facts in my answer script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems like the last day of exams, unfortunately, it isn't. I still have Macroecons paper on Thursday, but it seems like everybody's already celebrating, haahha! Guess what, I haven't even TOUCHED my econs notes! On a brighter note, the school did make us sit for 2 common tests so that makes me a little bit more confident about myself, knowing that I do know at least half of the syllabus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique is going to KL next next weekend (: We will be visiting Sebastian's Malaysian house! Life sure only begins after exams (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for some online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will have a very good night's sleep. Haven't been sleeping well for the past few days. Exams seriously take away your life!&lt;br /&gt;See you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8394415056690916777?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8394415056690916777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8394415056690916777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8394415056690916777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8394415056690916777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/translectism.html' title='Transatlanticism'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-3516445135030253994</id><published>2008-02-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:13.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowfi</title><content type='html'>The day just seems to be dragging on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its that time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;Late nights, coffee, dry eyes, grogginess, falling asleep on desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The exam period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First exam's on Friday. Accounts, which I don't really mind. But the next day is Saturday and I have Law which I absolutely dread. And then the week continues on and its Management on Monday, which I can honestly say that I really have no discipline and motivation to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite helpless and useless at the same time. This sem's projects are all an A grade for me, but it might be pulled down by the actual exam itself. Life sucks and it sure does hate me. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Notebook today for the second time. Its one of my favourite romance movies of all time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R63KL6J91cI/AAAAAAAAADw/E2BDEJ9L_QY/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165006653602256322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R63KL6J91cI/AAAAAAAAADw/E2BDEJ9L_QY/s320/notebook.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Management.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-3516445135030253994?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3516445135030253994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=3516445135030253994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3516445135030253994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3516445135030253994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/lowcell.html' title='Lowfi'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R63KL6J91cI/AAAAAAAAADw/E2BDEJ9L_QY/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-7129740140556072089</id><published>2008-02-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:13.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy in the U.K</title><content type='html'>Just came back from shopping with Germaine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't buy any New Year clothes. I guess, as you get older, these kinda things don't really matter in your life anymore, haha. Although my efforts were in vain, I did manage to find a very pretty &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bucket bag&lt;/span&gt;! Bags, my weakness, honestly! It is such a pretty brown bag (: I'll see whether I can post a picture of it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the realisation that last week was my last official week of year 1. I am totally not ready to be a year 2. Shucks, time really really flies manzzzzz! It feels like I've only been in Ngee Ann for a few months ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a good CCA record, so I've decided to join Diving (: Yes yes, an unlikely choice of CCA, but it is a pretty cool sport! And, my father has given me his full support, since he's a fervent diver himself (: I suppose, I'll be going for quite a few father-daughter dive trips overseas in the near future! And, Cheryl is gonna join Diving with me too! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this CNY would be a pretty boring one yet again. I never really liked CNY actually. Moreover, my sister's overseas. I guess I won't really have anyone to talk to when my parents are busy attending to the older folks ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Computer Excel test on Friday. It was pretty alright, though I am 100% certain that I lost 10 marks cos of the stupid Solver question which I honestly knew how to do but I had no idea why I couldn't do it at that time! Bloody pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Exams start on 15 Feb!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kill me please. Actually, come to think of it, there isn't THAT much to study. The lecturers have been pretty nice this sem. They have narrowed down the important topics so thats pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the picture, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R6aU-EUQtAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZnjNoDEYQFA/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162977816858375170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R6aU-EUQtAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZnjNoDEYQFA/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R6aWPkUQtCI/AAAAAAAAADo/O3Neui9jDmU/s1600-h/1_275206323l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162979217017713698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R6aWPkUQtCI/AAAAAAAAADo/O3Neui9jDmU/s320/1_275206323l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I found this picture on one of my classmate's blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featuring, my Law classmates, and my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;very very annoying&lt;/span&gt; Law tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-7129740140556072089?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7129740140556072089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=7129740140556072089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7129740140556072089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7129740140556072089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-came-back-from-shopping-with.html' title='Anarchy in the U.K'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R6aU-EUQtAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZnjNoDEYQFA/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6068122640379815238</id><published>2008-01-27T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:27:00.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songbird</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually created a lj account to increase my online shopping addiction (: Online shopping is just, therapeutic :D I don't really encourage anyone to go visit it cos there's all but one miserable post. Hahaha. Anyway, here's the link westcase_thomas.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty annoyingly stressful. Although most of my projects are already done, Im already kinda feeling the pressure for the exams. Its slightly less than 3 weeks till the start of my exams. Its certainly kicking off with a bang, POA's my first paper. How great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is quite a lot to study. Especially Management. I can honestly say that I have not listened for a single Management lecture or tutorial before. To make matters worse, the revision lecturer did not even give ANY hints about what may or may not come out. Talk about being a sadist. Management is so damn theory based, so much words, so much definitions. How on earth am I gonna actually study for it. I don't know how to ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm probably heading off to Chinatown later tonight. Yes, I know its a Sunday night and I have class at 9am tomorrow. WHATEVER TO SCHOOL. Just study can already laaaaaaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6068122640379815238?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6068122640379815238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6068122640379815238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6068122640379815238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6068122640379815238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/songbird_27.html' title='Songbird'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8825715088649133833</id><published>2008-01-20T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:41:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blue Heaven</title><content type='html'>My sister's such a lucky piece of shit. She's currently studying in Norway for 6 months, and she just told me that she's going to Prague for the weekend. What the ?!?!?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be falling sick and I guess its my turn now. My throat hurts like a bitch and my nose can't stop running, omg. I think Im getting lazier by the second. I haven't been doing my tutorials and listening during lectures. I don't even seem to bother to read up on past lectures. This is VERY bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week (I hope) would pass quickly so that I can get over stupid Management and BCA projects. I still have yet to complete my Management proposal which is supposed to be done by today since my group's having a meeting tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I suppose thats about it for now. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8825715088649133833?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8825715088649133833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8825715088649133833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8825715088649133833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8825715088649133833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blue-heaven.html' title='My Blue Heaven'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2710846185426255643</id><published>2008-01-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words, Hands, Hearts</title><content type='html'>School was pretty fun today! Econs Common Test 2 today was bad though. Very bad. I just don't have a good understanding of econs, omg this sucks! The test ended pretty late, considering I had to wait for some others after the test before going home. We were discussing the answers outside and everyone was like "Die die la, gonna fail! KNN CB!" Very vulgar indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Stacey on the bus and talked throughout the bus journey. It was a pretty long one even though we took 74e which was supposed to be a superbly fast express bus. It totally did not uphold its express-ness. What raaabish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the NP Open House briefing. There is practically a hundred and one things to do tomorrow after class. IAC interviews, BLAW filming project, and I have to make a trip down to Blk 53, which is up the Ngee Ann hill, to hand up my IAC elearning, omg somebody kill me please. Im not done yet. There's also stupid BCA consultation and lastly Open House briefing. School killlzzzzzzzz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'll try to upload some pictures here. Slowly but surely I will! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were taken last tuesday actually. Raied used his ultra cool Canon Digital SLR Camera with the awesomely cool wide lens that costs a bomb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tckjfAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/v3uKAd2KfJc/s1600-h/IMG_7980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155315981525985138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tckjfAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/v3uKAd2KfJc/s320/IMG_7980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tdMTfAJ5I/AAAAAAAAADI/AOlnz1nrbpU/s1600-h/IMG_8018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155316664425785234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tdMTfAJ5I/AAAAAAAAADI/AOlnz1nrbpU/s320/IMG_8018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tdDzfAJ4I/AAAAAAAAADA/ELRin9zLqpg/s1600-h/IMG_8007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155316518396897154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tdDzfAJ4I/AAAAAAAAADA/ELRin9zLqpg/s320/IMG_8007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tbzTfAJ1I/AAAAAAAAACo/c1KICfj_PLw/s1600-h/IMG_7951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155315135417427794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tbzTfAJ1I/AAAAAAAAACo/c1KICfj_PLw/s320/IMG_7951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tcZjfAJ2I/AAAAAAAAACw/HWZfOatWrvc/s1600-h/IMG_7969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155315792547424098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tcZjfAJ2I/AAAAAAAAACw/HWZfOatWrvc/s320/IMG_7969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tecjfAJ6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/SnwwqMFPhUQ/s1600-h/IMG_8006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155318043110287266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tecjfAJ6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/SnwwqMFPhUQ/s320/IMG_8006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2710846185426255643?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2710846185426255643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2710846185426255643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2710846185426255643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2710846185426255643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/words-hands-hearts.html' title='Words, Hands, Hearts'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/R4tckjfAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/v3uKAd2KfJc/s72-c/IMG_7980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-4149594732305838963</id><published>2008-01-09T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:34:33.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marches &amp; Manuevers</title><content type='html'>Merely a week has passed, and Im doing quite fine actually. I guess I've gotten over it almost totally ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been quite a dread. Project overload. It is so intruiging that we have to put in so much effort for IS modules, which are totally not important, even though it is graded. God! Econs test next Monday and Im trying my best to start studying for it but to no avail ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was funny. Was late for BMGT lecture (yet again) and then had tutorial which I did not pay attention in. We went to the newly launched student lounge to do interviews for IAC. IT was pretty cool. And the student lounge was so nice and cosy looking (: Went to SIM for lunch and then donut stall for more interviewing where we camwhored a whole lot. All thanks to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to add some photos here when raied uploads them on photobucket. I've not been posting pictures on this blog lately. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's leaving for Norway tonight for her exchange programme. Its pretty sad cos she'll be away for 6 months, but we'll be visiting her in March, woohoo European tour part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's NP Open House and its great that Im helping out cos I really need the CCA points and the school's also giving out cash if we help out, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-4149594732305838963?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4149594732305838963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=4149594732305838963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4149594732305838963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4149594732305838963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/marches-manuevers.html' title='Marches &amp; Manuevers'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2200668352129281471</id><published>2008-01-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:26:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangman</title><content type='html'>It was New Year's Day. I told myself to give you a chance. I guess I was too late. To think you actually &lt;strong&gt;lied &lt;/strong&gt;to me on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I never knew you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2200668352129281471?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2200668352129281471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2200668352129281471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2200668352129281471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2200668352129281471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/01/hangman.html' title='Hangman'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2104565890759032829</id><published>2007-12-31T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:49:10.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MakeDamnSure</title><content type='html'>I hate myself for not taking chances. I SHOULD have gone to Kenneth's house party today. But scaredy me was afraid that I wouldn't know anyone there cos the people would mostly be his old school friends. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the girls for lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co. today. God, I miss their company so much! Left after lunch cos had to go to my grandparents' house for a steamboat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fab time with Charlene on Friday after Management project meeting, which was rather useless. The Coffee Bean person mistook her name for Sally instead of Charlene. What the.. SALLY??!?!?!?! Gross name, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the cousins from Australia on Saturday and went to Vivo with them for some good shopping time. Managed to get my formal wear for school presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is New Year's Day and guess what I will be doing. PROJECT. Bloody shitzzzzzz. CURSE BCA! Group mates are coming over. I wonder why in the world they would wanna hold a meeting on New Years Day. The reason was simple, we were to hand up our work the next day. Clearly I wasn't aware of that. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the clique outing manzzzzz, the guys wanted to have one so bad. Clearly it shows that they are all talk and no action. No offence (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting. Gross. Back to the ridiculiously BORING lectures that I sometimes could not be bothered to wake up for, and mundane tutorials. ESPECIALLY with Gopalan, my "oh-so-lovable" Biz Law teacher that I "oh-so-adore". I could seriously kill her. You wait you wait, teaching feedback is from 2nd to 30th! Oh sweet revenge (: God, back to the grossly disgusting crowded 74 morning bus rides to school that I always dread. Hate school! And econs test is like coming soon... why do they have to do this. I'm so bad at those 2 topics. Kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2104565890759032829?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2104565890759032829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2104565890759032829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2104565890759032829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2104565890759032829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/makedamnsure.html' title='MakeDamnSure'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5910435056902413696</id><published>2007-12-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:51:38.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days late, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back from Korea where it was nothing but cold. But, I kinda enjoyed the cold weather, and the times when I felt like peeing (literally) when I was just wayyyy too cold. The days are shorter over there, naturally, being winter. So it kinda gets dark by 5pm. The temperature drops hella lot when it gets dark, I think practically about 10 degrees! The coldness always felt nice (: Overall, the trip was pretty nice, but nothing really great. Learning how to ski was the best experience I have ever had. Looking at the snowy mountain tops and ski slopes, I do wish I wass back there. Of course, all good things must come to an end. Back in disgustingly hot and humid Singapore where the education system sucks shit and people work their guts out. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was alright. Had a nice family dinner outside and then the usual traditional midnight mass at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day was quite a bore. I expected it. My mom's side would usually gather at my grandma's place to have lunch. After that we'd visit my dad's side. Since all my cousins are over in Australia (enjoying life), there's only my one uncle (out of 5 others) and my grandparents. so you can imagine. Talk talk talk. Met Mr. K for dinner later. A great hanging out time without the other 2, which I will not name. Im glad I found such a good friend in him really (: That was pretty much how my Christmas Day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for LMS project meeting today. You know, I actually thought school was closed during holidays. But I was very wrong. The school was open and bloody crowded. Everyone came over to do project. Bloody @$#&amp;amp;^zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management project tomorrow at King Albert Park. Hate these damn projects. In total I have 5 due. Bloodyshitzzzzzz. Somebody kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5910435056902413696?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5910435056902413696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5910435056902413696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5910435056902413696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5910435056902413696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/studman.html' title='Studman'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2334124672726245317</id><published>2007-12-13T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:35:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowd Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Written on Wednesday 10.04pm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with Business Law Common Test at 8.45am. Managed to finish the paper earlier than the given time and left at 9.50am. Waited for the rest until the paper ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride to town was bloody noisy. With Sebastian's ever-so loud voice filled with vulgarities, Kenneth's singing whilst listening to his mp3, though Ben was surprisingly quiet. The others were normal (: Luckily I had Cheryl, whom I coincidentally met at the bus stop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had brunch at Subway and then followed the guys around. We passed by the arcade and just could not resist playing a game of Daytona (: I shan't elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fuzah and I decided to go shopping since the guys wanted to play pool. So both of us (blondes) did our shopping. It was pretty nice. Time flew and then I had to meet my dearest Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn tired now. Probably staying home tomorrow to pack and then Golden Compass on Friday with Dee and I'll be flying off on Saturday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't quite feel that the Common Tests have ended yet. Im not feeling too excited for Christmas. It isn't that big of a deal really. Maybe its becos my Christmas' are always so boring. Shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Some Need for Speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2334124672726245317?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2334124672726245317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2334124672726245317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2334124672726245317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2334124672726245317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/12/crowd-killer.html' title='Crowd Killer'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6216744528550761659</id><published>2007-11-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:27:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Twenty Surgery</title><content type='html'>After what happened on Friday, I just don't know what I should be doing anymore. It seems I was affected by it, yet I feel Im not. I know I did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lame. Had to go back to school from 5-7pm for MAEC Peer Tutoring. Apparently, I was so-called late, but much to my surprise, the was not a single person in class. Hahhaha, someone (can't remember who told me "Cheryl, you're always late!") I suppose I should try to change that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Electrico and Taking Back Sunday alot recently. Electrico is so good. They really are. They're probably the only Singaporean band that really has that something extra. Eeeeee, I sound like some pro-NgeeAnn shit. "NP, THAT SOMETHING XTRA!" Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCA excel isn't that bad after all. In fact, its pretty fun. I only have 3 common test papers for term. What a relief. And Econs is MCQ / True or False! Isn't that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elective choosing next week. I wonder which 2 I should take next year. History of Rock &amp;amp; Roll? Or Social Psychology? Psychology seems pretty boring and predictable. It makes me wonder why so many people seem to be so excited to thake it as an IS module. Cheryl has realised that she doesn't really like people. It is kinda true, hahhaha. That explains. I don't quite like to be around people on most days. Don't ask me why cos I dont have an answer to that, although i sincerely wish I did. Maybe Im just meant to lead a solitary lifestyle. That sounds so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Sarah Said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is watching someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6216744528550761659?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6216744528550761659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6216744528550761659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6216744528550761659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6216744528550761659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/twenty-twenty-surgery.html' title='Twenty Twenty Surgery'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2933107255437650936</id><published>2007-11-25T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:47:15.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Error: Operator</title><content type='html'>Why is the air so bloody still and humid? I could just die in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was unproductive (to a certain extent). Mr K kept messaging me last night till 5 am asking me about some place at Esplanade for I don't know what reason. I woke up this morning with the thought of wanting to murder him. So lazed around for some time this morning and got to work. I managed to complete my Biz Law and Accounts tutorials(to no avail). Oh and Management project that Kenneth seems so damn excited about! Hahaha, but it is truly quite exciting I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Excel test tomorrow, oh crap I am so not prepared for it. All actually know about excel is the + - / * and some other functions such as the IF, TODAY Function. Booohooo, how microsoft excel sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was so funny. Cheryl (not me) and I spent a nice time after school on Friday talking about people, hahaha! Girl talk is truly therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I suppose thats about all for now. This week is another craaazzzyyyyyy week! Presentations, project datelines and class tests plus Common Test Week is in 2 weeks time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea on 15th Dec! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2933107255437650936?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2933107255437650936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2933107255437650936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2933107255437650936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2933107255437650936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/error-operator.html' title='Error: Operator'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-7802408268338480842</id><published>2007-11-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:53:42.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Brilliant Dance</title><content type='html'>I know Im gonna sound really mean and prejudice here. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; to join a group where the majority of the members are unable to write proper &amp;amp; full English sentences (meaning they're 'na'). It just so fucking annoying for me to keep editing and re-phrasing their work. It takes so much damn time! And its not to say Im actually credited for it. Powerpoint slides and Microsoft Word reports, I have to edit them both. Its seriously so damn frustrating that I feel so tempted to pull my hair out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't hate them (really I don't). They are my friends but isn't it just amazingly annoying to keep editing almost EVERY SINGLE sentence, when it isn't even my work?! Business proposals and presentations are meant to be formal so writing in proper English is vital. Talking about formalities, some of my groupmates just cannot seem to keep the presentation slides from having one or two colours only. Its like a drug to them. They MUST MUST use WordArt (which looks so damn cheapo on slides really) as their heading. In addition, they must must also make every slide colourful. Like wtf seriously! Grow up man! You might be thinking why Im getting so mad and annoyed with a small thing like that- presentation slides. I mean, what the group is presenting is a fucking business proposal. FORMALITY, as I said earlier is what makes it. The whole presentation would just look like a bloody joke with all that colour and fanciful fonts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, school and projects are getting to me. 2 presentations and 1 test next week. Burn in hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-7802408268338480842?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7802408268338480842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=7802408268338480842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7802408268338480842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7802408268338480842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-brilliant-dance.html' title='This Brilliant Dance'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8368288209383609754</id><published>2007-11-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:19.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't think anyone will enjoy learning from my B. Law tutor.&lt;br /&gt;and you know why?&lt;br /&gt;because her name isn't Angelica, Haylee, Grace, Kelly, Selena or whatever you can think of BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO-PA-LAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. that's the way to pronounce it man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stole this from Wee Hin's blog, I seriously seriously, truly agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My Biz Law teacher is the most bitchy and sarcastic teacher I've EVER met. To make matters worse, that bitch favours guys for I don't know what reason. She literally uses her sarcasm and makes fun of us, students just to shut us up whenever we argue with her! Bloody piece of shit, literally (go figure). Im so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I met Deester for lunch today after school. Fish &amp;amp; Co. turned out good though it would have actually been better if I ordered the calamari, but it was 9 bloody bucks for a single basket so I kinda hesitated. INFLATION! God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;School was boring. Today was Econs day so you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I feel soso tired today. School's getting amazingly draining. Biz Law sucks, BCA is worse, Econs is getting harder to understand. God, god, god! And tomorrow is IS day which really just spells B-O-R-I-N-G. School really bores me to bits. What to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzxhiWaa9WI/AAAAAAAAACg/ua_SpuSW2CM/s1600-h/DSC00345+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133084918055368034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzxhiWaa9WI/AAAAAAAAACg/ua_SpuSW2CM/s320/DSC00345+-+Copy.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzxhQGaa9VI/AAAAAAAAACY/TeRNzGyIzgs/s1600-h/DSC00343copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133084604522755410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzxhQGaa9VI/AAAAAAAAACY/TeRNzGyIzgs/s320/DSC00343copy.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzxhiWaa9WI/AAAAAAAAACg/ua_SpuSW2CM/s1600-h/DSC00345+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8368288209383609754?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8368288209383609754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8368288209383609754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8368288209383609754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8368288209383609754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/secular-culture-case.html' title='Theme Semester'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzxhiWaa9WI/AAAAAAAAACg/ua_SpuSW2CM/s72-c/DSC00345+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5153446804168587480</id><published>2007-11-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:09:58.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowercase West Thomas</title><content type='html'>I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I hate this&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to bother me just by a little bit, but today, especially today, I just cannot seem to get it out of my head. How I dread going to school tomorrow. Honestly. It has always kept me wondering, at the back of my mind, I would ask myself questions ABOUT myself. Yes, these feelings are probably my own doing, I question myself too much maybe, but I knew this day would come when I would start to throw questions at myself all over again. I never thought this day would come so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I really hate my life sometimes. I don't understand how one's life can be almost-perfect at a particular point of time and then in the next 30 seconds, become a total disaster. I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore. It was all so hard to predict. Its so hard to even try. What is wrong with me. Why does everyone seem to get it so damn easily and why is it so fucking hard for me to even try? Its so fucking pissing, I can't stand it. I want to be the same again. I want to be my happy carefree self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else just seems pretty contented with their lives, and I am too, but as I look closer into it, I really don't think its that great after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day by Daniel Powter- the fucking stupidest song ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: This is not a suicide note&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5153446804168587480?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5153446804168587480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5153446804168587480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5153446804168587480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5153446804168587480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/westcase-thomas.html' title='Lowercase West Thomas'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5832599699382299330</id><published>2007-11-11T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:19.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sharp Hint of New Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. The Swiss Army Romance&lt;br /&gt;2. The Places That You Have Come To Fear The Most&lt;br /&gt;3. A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar&lt;br /&gt;4. Dusk &amp;amp; Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the album list of Dashboard Confessional, in sequence. Just thought I'd do something for my favourite band (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was pretty good. Elearning for BCA so no early classes (: In addition, there was the Deeps Parvs holiday on thursday. I was a nerd on that day. Parents didn't go JB in the end cos we were, well too lazy. What a good excuse. So in the end, I decided to make a goal/schedule list for myself. "Finish tutorials before the weekend", and "revise for Biz Law, Macroecons, and Accounts". You know what. I ACTUALLY did keep up to the schedule. Finished my tutorials on thursday and am in the process of completing my revision for Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does feel good to study hard(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have a new goal for myself. GPA &gt; 3.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its pretty attainable. I don't mind being a nerd really. If it means I have that chance to go to Uni, why not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another subject, I've actually been shopping online! I swear, its addictive (: Bought about 3 pieces of clothing, hahahaahaha. This is worse than an actual shopping spree at town. 3 presentations next week ): SUCKY SUCKY SUCKY. Especially for BLAW, I can't stand my tutor. She's hell bitchy and difficult! She'll probably question me about the topic that Im presentating so thats why I know I HAVE to always revise before BLAW tutorial. URGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on a CCA points spree! I signed up for hella alot of CCA point-scoring events. HAHHA, my CCA record is wayyyy to clean in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im meeting Deeeeester on Thursday for Fish &amp;amp; Co + Gelare! FOOD SPREEEEEEEZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzZ_RLMawvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tiIIZ5D2UP4/s1600-h/gelare+waffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131428758474638066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="142" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzZ_RLMawvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tiIIZ5D2UP4/s200/gelare+waffles.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't actually been going out much these past 3 weeks. I feel like a nerd with zero social life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5832599699382299330?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5832599699382299330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5832599699382299330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5832599699382299330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5832599699382299330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/sharp-hint-of-new-tears.html' title='The Sharp Hint of New Tears'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RzZ_RLMawvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tiIIZ5D2UP4/s72-c/gelare+waffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-3720569660399311446</id><published>2007-11-05T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:29:08.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Sleep</title><content type='html'>School was pretty boring (as usual) today. I mean what can you expect from school, seriously. Accounts is getting pretty complicated simply because the ledgers are not done using the T accounts, which kinda sucks cos well, Olevels was based on that. @$*@%^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ivins, the peranakan restaurant. The food there is god-sent, honestly! Was there for dinner yesterday, enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had feedback from some of my friends that my blog sounds pretty hateful in some entries. FINE! I will try to be more positive. Thing is, I've always tried to sound positive in my writing, spoken words etc, but I just can't help sounding hateful really, cos the world is so full of shit sometimes, don't you agreeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been studying really much lately, and Im already feeling the guilt build up in me. That guilt is just killing my conscience, and I think I really need to start revising NOW. Hahaha, funny thing, guilt can eat you up inside and it really sucks to have a guilty conscience! Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thursday is Deeps Parvs (go figure, its my new language), and Im kinda excited cos my family's going to JB again. Yay, cheap Malaysian goods are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I forgot to mention about my guitar exam (grade 1). Yup, I got a pass. You know, I actually kinda miss learning the piano. I used to learn it in Primary school but dropped out cos I lost interest. Well, I suppose I kinda regret not continuing piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I suppose thats about all for now, kinda ran out of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dianne, if you're reading this, I think we seriously need to go on our food sprees again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-3720569660399311446?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3720569660399311446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=3720569660399311446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3720569660399311446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3720569660399311446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/11/fear-of-sleep.html' title='Fear of Sleep'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2331497913514786201</id><published>2007-10-29T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:20.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptilia</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, I've been updating pretty regularly nowadays. Hah, not that anyone really ever reads this blog but anyhow, I guess its a good way to express myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been rather dreadful. I USED to like school, but now its just plain boring, annoying, and drains the hell outta you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I spent about an hour sitting with Sam before our classes started at 9. I've got to say, its 952283483247 times more different and fun to talk to IJ people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so frustrated with guitar. I just CANNOT seem to get my plucking right. Its been about 2 weeks since I started 5 finger plucking method and I really just cannot seem to get it, let alone get it right. That reminds me, I'm saving up for an electric, soon soon. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love love love Animal Planet, its so enriching and really gives the world awareness about animals and their behaviours, lifestyle. Best of all, it tells us what is happening to our world with the impact of global warming on the Earth. Why should the animals suffer when we humans are actually the ones who actually sped up the process of global warming anyway? Its just plain unfair. Life is unfair, but not to this extent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Save the Polar Bears, they need our help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Global warming could cause polar bears to go extinct by the end of the century by eroding the sea ice that sustains them, according to the most comprehensive international assessment ever done of Arctic climate change.&lt;br /&gt;The thinning of sea ice, which is projected to shrink by at least half by the end of the century and could disappear altogether, according to some computer models, could determine the fate of many other key Arctic species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bears are dependent on sea ice because they use it to hunt for seals, which periodically pop up through breathing holes in the ice. Because the ice has broken up earlier and earlier in the year over the past few decades, polar bears are deprived of crucial hunting opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The researchers concluded that some areas in the Arctic have warmed 10 times as fast as the world as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this simple summary about the drowning of polar bears would have helped you to become more aware of this worlwide crisis that is happening to our precious Earth, and its living creatures in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RyW9e3D5c8I/AAAAAAAAABw/jPSD7UtBR1w/s1600-h/polar_baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126712088705201090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RyW9e3D5c8I/AAAAAAAAABw/jPSD7UtBR1w/s320/polar_baby2.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RyW-gnD5c-I/AAAAAAAAACA/k64Y-XhRjYE/s1600-h/14067110_fc1c4ca0bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126713218281599970" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" height="355" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RyW--XD5c_I/AAAAAAAAACI/cUv0By4jOlg/s320/polarbearsvertical.gif" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RyW9e3D5c8I/AAAAAAAAABw/jPSD7UtBR1w/s1600-h/polar_baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2331497913514786201?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2331497913514786201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2331497913514786201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2331497913514786201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2331497913514786201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/reptilia.html' title='Reptilia'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/RyW9e3D5c8I/AAAAAAAAABw/jPSD7UtBR1w/s72-c/polar_baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8645706057452647451</id><published>2007-10-26T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:57:03.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin' Jack Flash</title><content type='html'>Econs is sosososo fucking hard. Macroecons seems wayyyyyy more difficult to understand as compared to Microecons! And talking about my modules this sem, Biz Law is like.. wow, so freaking vague. Not really the type of subject that you can actually understand or memorise, its more of a "you've just got to know it" kinda subject. And Biz Management is 10000 times harder than Org. Behaviour. The terms to learn are wayyyy wayyy more complicated. Friggin hell, this sem's modules are the ultimate KILLER sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was IS day = boring/waste time day. Spent 2 hours in IAC tutorial listening to my tutor talk about how strongly she feels against the NKF case. It was fucking annoying. She was literally talking for 2 hours straight, NON-STOP, swear to god! So much for a "hands-on" module. Thank god for the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMS was alright, MUCH MORE engaging and less boring. I think it just has to do with the tutor la. Went to alter 2 pairs of jeans at FarEast after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, thats it for the week. School's not that bad actually, with the exception of waking up early, going on a crowded bus called 74, ultra boring lectures and tutorials, and uhhh the homework. Okay that actually comprises the whole of school, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the weekend, shopping date with Germaine on Sunday, wooohoooo, I've got my Birdday money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stroke's lyrics are fucking lame sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song titled 15 minutes, entire chorus is literally the guy singing "I've got nothing to say" X 5!&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, The Strokes is still a good band, just that I guess they express themselves much better with their music, and not their lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Vision of Division from their album titled First Impressions Of Earth is one of their best songs, you should go listen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8645706057452647451?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8645706057452647451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8645706057452647451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8645706057452647451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8645706057452647451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/jumpin-jack-flash.html' title='Jumpin&apos; Jack Flash'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8094149682108406040</id><published>2007-10-24T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:22.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Deceptions</title><content type='html'>So I know I haven't been updating really regularly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a great day. I never did expect to have a surprise birthday cake from my classmates! Thanks so much guys, really truly appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are so pictures! My first post with pictures in it, I know, Im slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9StVxowPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AZRt-rBFQak/s1600-h/IMG_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124905839863841010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9StVxowPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AZRt-rBFQak/s200/IMG_3971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124906780461678866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9TkFxowRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Cy9dBXb4YpI/s200/IMG_3950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124911126968582482" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9XhFxowVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/okV8lzleyRw/s200/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brenda acting kawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9T-lxowSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KsRiqk6UOGI/s1600-h/IMG_3952b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124907235728212258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9T-lxowSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KsRiqk6UOGI/s200/IMG_3952b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justina &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124910487018455362" style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9W71xowUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Odb6CBRM2tc/s200/IMG_3984a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raied acting kawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9YoFxowWI/AAAAAAAAABE/1RRo-iMwVO4/s1600-h/IMG_3975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124912346739294562" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9YoFxowWI/AAAAAAAAABE/1RRo-iMwVO4/s200/IMG_3975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Truly yummy cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9ZvlxowXI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cxcd55eTogw/s1600-h/IMG_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124913575099941234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9ZvlxowXI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cxcd55eTogw/s200/IMG_3986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Look at Wen Sheng's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9neFxowbI/AAAAAAAAABo/mZ-Hv9OAERY/s1600-h/IMG_3978a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124928667615019442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9neFxowbI/AAAAAAAAABo/mZ-Hv9OAERY/s320/IMG_3978a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absent, Kenneth &amp;amp; Wen Sheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for all the lovely and sweet comments, messages and letters.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, pictures are a lil small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do visit ecarnival.livejournal.com again.&lt;br /&gt;New collection of absolutely chic and pretty clutches coming in!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to spend my Birdday money man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8094149682108406040?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8094149682108406040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8094149682108406040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8094149682108406040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8094149682108406040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-deceptions.html' title='The Best Deceptions'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYEDXt-QAyQ/Rx9StVxowPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AZRt-rBFQak/s72-c/IMG_3971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8607683863283404880</id><published>2007-10-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:53:25.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Rupture &amp; Rapture</title><content type='html'>Hahhaha, its been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days till dreadful school. Mixed feelings are present, as usual. The past 7 weeks have been nice. Work was good, though I hated it, THOUGH the pay was nice (: Ironic, yes it sounds. Im pretty excited to see who my new classmates are, I mean apart from the TB01 and 02 people. I was just looking at the class list, and seriously man, we are totally dominating TB03. We practically make up 8/10 of the whole class. IS class is ass weird. All the same people from last semester are in the same class. Talk about mixing man, bloody school. The reason why we're actually changing all our module classes is simply because they want us to mix around and all that crap. What raaabish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Tuesday with Charlene, it was nice to have her company once again after sucha long time. Kinda miss all those crazy moments, especially back in IJ. Oh the amount of laughter, when we tlked about our teachers and 4/9, ESPECIALLY during the ever-dreadful and stressing English class with Mrs Low. Damn, miss those times hell alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the whole of IJ went to Ngee Ann, Ngee Ann would be one hella school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im helping dearest Germaine advertise her site, so people, please visit &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ecarnival.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8607683863283404880?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8607683863283404880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8607683863283404880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8607683863283404880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8607683863283404880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/10/between-rupture-rapture.html' title='Between Rupture &amp; Rapture'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-1049889768572464535</id><published>2007-09-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:41:00.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the workforce, drowning</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 days since I started work, and honestly, work's been great. I love being in the office. The people are nice, the pantry's food is good, even the toilet is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything more to say here anyway so I guess I'll just end here yup. MONEY MONEY COMING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-1049889768572464535?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1049889768572464535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=1049889768572464535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1049889768572464535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1049889768572464535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-workforce-drowning.html' title='for the workforce, drowning'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-4574477912755449807</id><published>2007-09-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:14:44.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicago is so two years ago</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for the much anticipated call from kelly services (employment agency), I got a job. Thank god. Its only been 1 plus weeks since school ended and boredom has already grown on me. Sure sure, meeting up with friends does kill time and is fun but I feel that I always need that aim in life. Something to work towards to. Something to live for. I know, I know, I actually sound crazy to want to work when I can just live off my allowance (which isn't that bad actually). But.. yesterday I was at Espirit, and I really really liked this bag that costs $69.90, which isn't that much actually considering that its from a rather estblished brand like Espirit. Anyway, although I really liked it, I didn't get it. I mean, I've been spending sososo much lately. And then I thought to myself, I woul be more deserving of it, if I got a job and earned my own cash. I mean, the satisfaction of getting your pay cheque is just indescribable, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, Im starting work with this Offshore Company called Swire Pacific, and the office is located at The Concourse, so CBD-ish, hahh. Lunch is gonna be so lonely, god, I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-4574477912755449807?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4574477912755449807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=4574477912755449807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4574477912755449807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4574477912755449807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/09/chicago-is-so-two-years-ago.html' title='chicago is so two years ago'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-4186829733989493505</id><published>2007-08-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:41:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saints and sailors</title><content type='html'>The weather is horribly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time its sunny and then the next moment its all dark and cloudy, then it gets sunny again and then cloudy, then sunny, then cloudy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Joel and Kenneth (the un-invited guest, HAHA!) today. Was kinda fun because we never really got to chat with each other for such a long duration, well since, our timetables don't really match. They are such idiots are swear! Malaysians are Malays?!?!?!?! What the hell right! Ok actually it was just Kenneth, but then he somehow managed to convince Joel that Malaysians are all Malays, and they said it was a common misconception. What raaaabish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Dashboard's video of their song Rapid Hope Loss today, and I really really really think Chris Carrabba (Dashboard's vocalist) is so gorgeous! The time he had long hair (which was in the mtv), he looked so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I GOT SIMS 2 PETS! I love it, and the next time I get my paycheck, Im getting either Nightlife or Open For Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-4186829733989493505?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4186829733989493505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=4186829733989493505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4186829733989493505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4186829733989493505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/saints-and-sailors.html' title='saints and sailors'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-3992236305271970791</id><published>2007-08-24T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:41:33.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love like a bomb</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, done with exams, on to the wonderful holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, today was the last day of exams. Today's paper was Microecons, which wasn't very good by the way. I'll just be happy with a C. And for Computer and Info, I'll be glad and totally relieved to get a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the paper which ended at 11am, the group decided to have lunch at VivoCity together. So we took a bus down. The bus ride was wayyyyyyy too long man. So we had lunch at Pastamania at Habourfront, then everyone decided to walk around and window-shop at Vivo. I TELL YOU MAN, THE GUYS ARE IMPULSIVE SHOPAHOLICS! They practically pounced on every "attractive" shop and tried everything that they fancied. It was the first time I've seen guys so excited about shopping. True enough, each one of them bought something, with the exception of the girls. Haha, odd but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I am so gonna miss everyone in class especially the group next semester when we switch classes. It would be impossible to get in the same class together. Oh wells ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, Im still thinking on whether I should go for drinks at Liquid Kitchen again tonight. Im wayyy tired and I yearn for the tv (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of changing this skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-3992236305271970791?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3992236305271970791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=3992236305271970791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3992236305271970791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3992236305271970791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-like-bomb.html' title='love like a bomb'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-2564234735835146595</id><published>2007-08-20T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:18:09.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time honoured tradition</title><content type='html'>Guess what. Im actually PREPARED for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;First time ever in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta admit. Last week felt like it was crawling. I swear to god, I HATED the knowledge and feeling of waking up every morning, ever day of the week, knowing that I had a certain "study timetable criteria" to meet. It just sucked bad. But then again, I guess all that hard work kinda paid off. Was like a freaking jailbird and did not step of the house for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many other bands that I listen to, The Strokes are not the type of band that you can really sing-along to, unlike well, Fall Out Boy or Dashboard Confessional. Instead they depict alot of the mood and emotions through their instruments. It is an art that I find most amazing and hard to achieve. They truly are, fab musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for after exams! Gonna earn some $$ during the holidays too. Poly holidays are really at sucha odd time. I've nothing really much to say here right now actually. Alright then, exams from tomorrow to Friday, then freedom till October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you watched the National Day Rally yesterday, you should know that they are increasing University places by 2,400 every year and Singapore's gonna open a fourth University. NOW THAT IS SWEEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-2564234735835146595?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2564234735835146595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=2564234735835146595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2564234735835146595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/2564234735835146595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-honoured-tradition.html' title='time honoured tradition'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-1671841067689702750</id><published>2007-08-08T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:43:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>age six racer</title><content type='html'>Haven't been studying much, except for Stats. Its funny, at one time, I hated Stats so much. I really really reeeeally hated it. Now, its about the only thing I enjoy studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im the type of person who will only feel that sense of urgency a week before exams. Studying is at its optimum level a week before exams. Guess what. I haven't touched on Econs AT ALL. Very bad move. Oh wells, pass can already laaaaa! Though I do wanna score an AD for Stats (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB shopping tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I should try to make myself discipline enough to study. I can seriously spend the whole day in front of the tv. Swear to god. I shall turn to spiritual means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know, being single is still the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-1671841067689702750?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1671841067689702750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=1671841067689702750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1671841067689702750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1671841067689702750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/ize-of-world_08.html' title='age six racer'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5366389237909511559</id><published>2007-08-05T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:26:54.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turpentine chaser</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Brandon on Thursday again. We decided to go to Serangoon Gardens simply cos we didnt really wanna go anywhere crowded. I swear to god, Serangoon Gardens is like another town of its own at night! Its really nice. The food was wonderful too (: After dinner we walked around the area. It was really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday started off with me waking up at 12 noon. Had guitar lesson at 6 and after that, Council dinner at 7 plus. Council dinner was good. Had the chance to catch up with my favourite council girls. They sure can gossip, CJ gossip mainly, HAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner, I followed Vic to her work place as it was near Liquid Kitchen, where I was supposed to meet Dee, Mabel Andrew and Brandon (the other one). So yep, ordered drinks, talked, played cards and a very stupid game which I shall not elaborate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was a rather wasted day. I barely studied and just went for dinner with my family. After that we went home to watch 300. And that was it. Was supposed to go to Brandon's friend's chalet but then decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5366389237909511559?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5366389237909511559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5366389237909511559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5366389237909511559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5366389237909511559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/turpentine-chaser.html' title='turpentine chaser'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-1962351041418413793</id><published>2007-08-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:39:57.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first impressions of earth</title><content type='html'>You know, I think Im the stupidest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I painted my nails on Monday, and then took off the polish today. Why did I even wanna paint it anyway? Painted nails are ass hard to maintain. Swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today cos well, going for CIP Lecture for a dumb hour is a sheer waste of time seriously. So yes, I had actually planned to do productive things like study and all today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did today then.&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Although I did attempt to read my Stats notes. Hey you can't fault me for trying there. I don't know, I just don't feel that sense of urgency and nervousness for the exams. I had actually thought my exams were on the 13th since exam week starts then. However when I went to view the exam timetable, in actual fact, my exams start on the 21st?! So thats about almost 3 weeks. Thats quite a long time. I remember preparing for CTs a few days before. And I actually did pretty alright. Now come the exams and Im so darn lazy. Thank god for projects. Wah, my group got the highest for OB &amp;amp; CIP, what a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Rolling Stones. Old school is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping just owns. Cheap and value for money clothes and bags? Actually, I was shopping at a spree site thats why. Friends and I combined our shopping together. The bags cost about $15?! And you can imagine it retailing at Fareast for about $30 to $40. It feels good to splurge and save at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading alot of songs from this website, thanks to Kenneth. Swear to god, it has every single album in the history of music in it. It just makes you feel stupid to buy cds. Thanks Kenneth. "Don't tell anyone ok? If not everyone will have more songs than me" says Kenneth, childish sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day with TB01 tomorrow ): Darn school wants to change our classes next semester. As I have mentioned in the earlier post. The school is just lame. Why change the classes seriously. Lame school. Lucky we're doing facil-ing for BA OC 08. Woohoo, 20++ CCA POINTS COMING MY WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL NEXT WEEK, WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;PrisonBreak's ending, BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-1962351041418413793?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1962351041418413793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=1962351041418413793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1962351041418413793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1962351041418413793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-impressions-of-earth.html' title='first impressions of earth'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8848058469834585563</id><published>2007-07-28T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:52:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>electricityscape</title><content type='html'>I hate computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole post got deleted. What the fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Im just gonna very briefly say something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Brandon (go figure) was good. Sweeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Im damn pissed with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8848058469834585563?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8848058469834585563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8848058469834585563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8848058469834585563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8848058469834585563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/electricityscape.html' title='electricityscape'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6256836279167705279</id><published>2007-07-25T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:54:42.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot to Thrill</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of the school library. Its just so good that I can borrow cds for freeeeeeee. And the cd collection is actually good! I mean the music there is kinda old but who says old isn't good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, I have borrowed:&lt;br /&gt;1) AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;2) Oasis (2)&lt;br /&gt;3) Linkin Park (2)&lt;br /&gt;4) The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;5) Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;6) The Sex Pistols&lt;br /&gt;7) Garbage&lt;br /&gt;8) Panic! at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are more to come..&lt;br /&gt;Am starting to like garage-punk, 60s' punk music now. Old school seems to be the way to go. Love the brits man, they started garage. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Im gonna be a facil for bA OC 2008! That is orientation camp for next year by the way. Yup, and Im joining with THE group! Its gonna be fucking ass fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad I have met someone. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Edited because Cheryl was feeling bored)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park needs to sort out what they really are. Rap Rock?! Doesn't go! But then again, they are rather cool being able to experiment rap and metal-ish rock together. Though I do like the parts when the guitars play in unison, great sound man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for class to start. As usual, time seems to be crawling. Oh yeaaaa, I ponned school yesterday and went shopping instead. HEHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be heading to class now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6256836279167705279?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6256836279167705279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6256836279167705279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6256836279167705279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6256836279167705279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/shoot-to-thrill.html' title='Shoot to Thrill'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6685137030237193850</id><published>2007-07-19T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:30:28.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bury me in memory</title><content type='html'>Hello All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems like this blog is kinda dead, but I shall revive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;Had Computer &amp;amp; Info PBL Presentation first thing in the morning. Some things did not go as planned but overall, the lecturer liked it and said that we were the best of the lot. That is very good, considering the amount of effort we have put in. Thank god it went well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then because we had about 3 to 4 hours to spare before Biz Comm tutorial which starts at 2pm, we went to Al Alzhar (Prata House). Waited for 184 for like FOREVER, swear to god. Then sat down and ate. Altogether there were 9 of us- Justina, Brenda, Kenneth, Wen Sheng, Sebastian, Raied, Gideon, Jaime and I. Yes, we were all dressed in our business attire and went over to eat there. Swear to god, the guys in particularly looked ass old, like 20 plus sial. If I didnt know them I would easily think they were 20 plus and working. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so had a very good and filling lunch. Racist jokes, Malaysian jokes, and other raaabish that I should not say here. So yes, then Paul came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the food, we asked Paul to drive us back to school, well cause he has a freaking van/car (its a small van that looks like a car basically), is 19 and has his driver's license. So, all 10 of us actually managed to fit into it! Actually it was 8 of us at the back. As there were no seats at the back (because it is a van), we all sat there and everytime the car turned, we all would lose our balance. Funny man! Nice car ride, made my ankles hurt like hell. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biz Comm was alright, did the "dry run" presentation. Thank god, only 2 more presentations and bye bye school, see you in October. Geees, though its kinda sad my class is gonna be changed, stupid school had to make us "choose" our damn timetables for next semester. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6685137030237193850?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6685137030237193850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6685137030237193850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6685137030237193850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6685137030237193850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/bury-me-in-memory.html' title='bury me in memory'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-9117503453606706079</id><published>2007-07-06T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:00:04.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caught Fire (in your eyes)</title><content type='html'>I am on the road to failure for my BStats test on Monday. Period.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are taking BStats next semester, a word of caution. If you liked and did well for math in secondary school, chances are you'll do well in Stats. If you were like me and hated math, well all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week is superass slack :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY: NO SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eLearning for both Econs and Bcomm. Then again I have to come back at 5pm for Stats test. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY: NO SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BA WILL BE CLOSED! So that means no school AT ALL. IJ Choir concert is on Tuesday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY: SLACK DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu Pandemic Exercise Day. We get to miss a few tutorials here and there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-9117503453606706079?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9117503453606706079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=9117503453606706079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/9117503453606706079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/9117503453606706079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-caught-fire-in-your-eyes.html' title='I Caught Fire (in your eyes)'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-7838117389289199212</id><published>2007-07-01T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:42:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill this smile, stab this heart</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its midday on yet another boring Sunday. Sundays ae rather depressing. Well simply because they are mainly used to complete the week before's tutorial. Boooo to school and work and studying. I don't enjoy school anymore. I kinda hate it actually. Ok thats it, I shall not be sucha negative person anymore and "hate" everything I dislike, instead I should try to re-phrase that sentence. I don't quite enjoy going to school anymore, would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda regret not going with the boys to the beach for their fishing trip yesterday. Instead I told them that I had to catch up with work and had to prepare for 2 projects due next week. Which is all true, by the way, though they didnt believe me and just laughed at me for being a nerd. Stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of projects. I have OB presentation on Tuesday. Its so retarded. I mean, it doesn't quite make sense to me. All that fuss, and dressing up in office attire, just to present TEAMWORK AND GROUP DYNAMICS to the class. How lame is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got the news that my family might be going to Cebu, Phillippines soon. Not sure when but soon. Dad wants to do hardcore diving there. Says its "one of the top diving sites in the world". I guess that is kinda true, seen it on magazines, newspapers and all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar class was pretty fun on Friday. My first string broke, straight after I changed it. Bloody hell. So yea, didn't bring Ryan there. Did exercise on strumming which is super hard by the way. My timing and counting is really really bad. I think my teacher knows that too but he's just being nice and not saying anything. Hahhh, lunch now yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-7838117389289199212?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7838117389289199212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=7838117389289199212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7838117389289199212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7838117389289199212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/07/kill-this-smile-stab-this-heart.html' title='kill this smile, stab this heart'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6112698279702165036</id><published>2007-06-28T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:28:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Effects &amp; Overdramatics</title><content type='html'>Well well, looky here. Haven't blogged for some time and this blog's already become quiet. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah Malaysia was great. Yes, indeed it was. I honestly didn't think it would be fun before I left, but contrary to that, it was yet another wonderful holiday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY brief summary of the holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- City Tour &amp; shopping&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- Hiking in Mount Kinabalu Park &amp;amp; shopping&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- Visit to Klias Wetlands to see Proboscis monkeys (the one with the hideously huge &amp; long nose) &amp;amp; fireflies (SWEAR TO GOD, THE FIREFLIES WERE BEAUTIFUL)&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- Snorkelling &amp; Diving at Tunku Abdul Rahman Marine Park (which is an island by the way)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5- WHITE WATER RAFTING at Kilulu River!&lt;br /&gt;Day 6- Home Sweet Home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am now currently sitting in Ngee Ann's underpass (between Canteen 1 &amp;amp; Blk 56) to kill time because my class only starts at 9am today and I was already in school at 7.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.. its only 8.27am now. Sharks, time crawls. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6112698279702165036?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6112698279702165036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6112698279702165036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6112698279702165036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6112698279702165036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/sound-effects-overdramatics.html' title='Sound Effects &amp; Overdramatics'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-9121790110275336366</id><published>2007-06-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:52:02.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sending postcards from a plane crash</title><content type='html'>Life's been mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can you expect from a person like me who chooses to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying off tomorrow. I feel kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have nothing really much to say right now, till then, see you Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edited)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the sounds of Deathcab really turns you into a reflecting mood. Their lyrics are so meaningful, yet full of sorrow, yet the music is not at all angsty-sounding. How good is Deathcab! I really feel them and listening to them really just takes me to somewhere else and makes me think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy's becoming so annoying-ly punk and are such sell-outs now. They're so stupid. They were so much better when they first started out really. Take This To Your Grave was their first and best album. Why FOB Why? Stupid Pete Wentz. Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-9121790110275336366?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9121790110275336366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=9121790110275336366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/9121790110275336366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/9121790110275336366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/sending-postcards-from-plane-crash.html' title='sending postcards from a plane crash'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5907876020690841989</id><published>2007-06-13T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:19:05.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers, robots in disguise!</title><content type='html'>Wellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a marvellous shopping and chill-out date. Bought alot of stuff, both wanted and needed, so thats good. Yup and ate alot (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is well, STUDY DAY. Finished Econs homework on Monday (which wasn't much really, as there were only 4 questions to do). I still have OB and Stats to complete. Stats is the KILLER man! I haven't done 2 tutorials and now I have to bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT?! Because One Tree Hill which is shown on StarWorld at 10am to 11am, has ended, THE O.C IS NOW SHOWING! And its Season 1 somemore! The one that I never ever got to watch. I now look forward to a great tv time on weekday mornings when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah guess its time to hit the books soon. Tomorrow's the big meet up with the girls, Friday's Econs project meeting held at my house (of all places), Saturday and Sunday are packed too, then its of to HOLIDAYYYYY. I am now finally looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5907876020690841989?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5907876020690841989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5907876020690841989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5907876020690841989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5907876020690841989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers-robots-in-disguise.html' title='Transformers, robots in disguise!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-7098319737754250936</id><published>2007-06-11T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:23:18.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oversized &amp; overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Emptiness just fills you up inside when you're alone, doesn't it? Speaking for myself, it does. I don't really have that much plans this week except for a few meet-ups here and there and group project meetings. I technically have 3 totally free days of doing nothing this whole week until Monday (which is when I leave). I attempt to finish my tutorial work for week 6 &amp;amp; 7 in 2 days, and then for the other day, I'll probably catch up on Stats and Microecons. Im doing this because I won't be able to do such next week. The week would be gone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking all my other friends' posts and it seems like they have hell lots of plans. I mean, how do they do it. Managing all that. I know I couldn't. And I wouldn't. As much as I would feel slightly lonely, I still do prefer my holidays to have more "me" time, if you know what I mean. I guess I just don't really like this whole "going out to socialise thing", or maybe I just don't have a social life. Whatever to all this, Im gonna play Sims Uni, and drown myself with my favourite music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyou, back again some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-7098319737754250936?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7098319737754250936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=7098319737754250936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7098319737754250936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/7098319737754250936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/oversized-overwhelmed.html' title='oversized &amp; overwhelmed'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-3323857525336315775</id><published>2007-06-08T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:14:26.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rapid hope loss</title><content type='html'>You know. Contrary to popular belief that the Polytechnic is a super slack and all-play-no-work school environment, it hell isn't. Fuck, I just got THE LATEST UPDATE from my school web that our Business Statistics test is on 9th July. Thats like 1 plus weeks after this holiday. What the bloody hell man. Are they trying to kill us?! Seriously speaking, I think they are. We JUST finished our first set of common tests and here they are putting up notices on when our next test dates are. What morbid, sadistic people these lecturers are. Hello man, Poly life = No life. In addition, most of my project work deadlines are on the first week of school. Im telling you man, this can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna get all the help I can for Stats cos I really suck at it, well, its similar to math so yeaaa, those who know me well will surely know how much I hate this module. Also, Im not really looking forward to my holiday to Sabah in the 2nd week of holidays. Call me crazy, but seriously I'd feel better spending that entire week brushing up on my Stats and maybe just going out with my friends. I mean, 5 days in Sabah? Come on man, its gonna be so lame and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I once thought that going to the poly, life would be much more slower paced and well, slack. Ahhh, I guess that thought was absolutely wrong. Its not only me complaining about this situation. My other friends are too. See what school has done to us? @$!%@%^#$^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about school. On to the much dreamed about holidays. Got my whole weekend all planned out so Im a happy person for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been recently quite hooked on One Tree Hill 2 shown on StarWorld. Its a good show, with good music. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I find you scary by the way. The way you look at people. GOD GOD GOD! Seriously man, stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-3323857525336315775?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3323857525336315775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=3323857525336315775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3323857525336315775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/3323857525336315775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/rapid-hope-loss.html' title='rapid hope loss'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5245883478794723222</id><published>2007-06-04T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:10:52.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden</title><content type='html'>Don't you just get so annoyed with "oh Im so heartbroken cos I broke up with my boyfriend" and "my boyfriend doesn't want me back but I do, so Im living in sucha dark sad world and I feel like as if I wanna end my life" posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its totally none of my business to go judging people and being this bitchy, but seriously. Im sure 9/10 of you have been annoyed at least ONCE while reading such posts. I just read a particular friend's blog posts so thats why I just thought of voicing some of my opinions about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Micro Econs Common Test. This is the module that I really really put in a tremendous amount of effort for. Well, unfortunately it didn't go very well today. Stupid mistakes were made, obvious ones actually. Ngee Ann really trains the Business students, by giving them such a high standard for the Common Tests. Maybe it was my mistake to have chosen Ngee Ann Business- a superass competitive and tough school. Nothing can be done now, I guess I just have to slog my guts out (once again) and do alright for the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the holidays in much anticipation. Seriously, Poly life is rather stressful. I said RATHER. I guess thats because Im in Business, and well, the standards are getting higher and higher. What has the world come to man. Everyone's getting smarter. Its kinda scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the sounds of Jimmy Eat World really brings back some very fond memories of the studying month before Olevels. I can still remember going to the Bishan Library almost everyday to study. Me, always feeling like vommitting and having a VERY BAD appetite. Denis, Jos and Charlene sometimes accompanying me to study in the library. Me, illegally reserving places for them early in the morning when the library opens. Awwww, THOSE WERE THE GOOD OL' TIMES I REALLY LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I do feel kinda lazy not having a CCA really. I feel too free after school, as compared to my other friends. But I doubt I'll join a CCA though I feel this way. I'll probably only sign up for those volunteers thingys and trips abroad, so at least I'll get some CCA points, and my record won't look so, well, empty? Uhhh yeaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that'll be all for now. NO SCHOOL TOMORROW! Stats test on Wednesday, OB test on Thursday, and then HOLIDAYS! SHOPPING SPREES! Hahh, so much for a holiday, all my projects are due first week of school. Stupid lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5245883478794723222?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5245883478794723222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5245883478794723222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5245883478794723222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5245883478794723222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/06/golden.html' title='Golden'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-220100770912753991</id><published>2007-05-31T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:49:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead on arrival</title><content type='html'>FUCK. I HATE USING THE TOUCH PAD ON THE LAPTOP. ONE ACCIDENTAL TOUCH AND CLICK ON THE KEYBOARD AND EVERYTHINGS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my whole post got deleted. I am fucking annoyed. I hate CIP. I hate studying. I hate tests. I hate the fact that Ngee Ann has 2 Common Tests in a semester. I am a very hateful person, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that there's no PrisonBreak tonight just cos its Vesak Day and there's a stupid holiday movie. Who cares, seriously. This just makes the day even worse. I utterly hate the fact that tomorrow's a Friday, which means there's stupid S&amp;amp;W and CATS, 2 MODULES WHICH I ABSOLUTELY ABHOR. Also, it means a day closer to CIP and MIEC test. HATE THIS FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP test's on Saturday. Its gonna be the most unprepared test I am sitting for EVER, in my life. CIP SUCKS. IT SHOULDNT BE EXAMINABLE. Its un-understandable. It has no concept. CIP SUCKS CIP SUCKS CIP SUCKS. CURSE THIS FUCKING MODULE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-220100770912753991?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/220100770912753991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=220100770912753991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/220100770912753991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/220100770912753991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/dead-on-arrival.html' title='dead on arrival'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-128396616968746845</id><published>2007-05-30T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:22:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the isle of manhattan</title><content type='html'>I am fucking annoyed with this dumb module, Computer &amp;amp; Info Processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at it for the WHOLE night and nothing seems to make sense. Seriously! All I've been doing is memorising lines that seem greek, but whatever la, Im just gonna do my best. Couldn't be bothered to attend OB lecture tomorrow, so guess Im gonna come late. Stupid OB, stupid CIP. Wahhh fffff, I am very annoyed now. Swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like school. But I absolutely HATEEEEEEEE studying. Words cannot express how torturous studying is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And today, that stupid someone, lets call him "E". That piece of shit didn't do his tutorial again. And to make things worse, he was to present his answer today. Fuck, don't keep on coming up with excuses like "oh I had rockclimbing yesterday.." please, we already told you about it on Saturday. There's ample time for you to freaking do those 2 measly questions. ITS ONLY 2 FUCKING QUESTIONS, WHY CANT YOU FUCKING DO YOUR TUTORIAL FOR ONCE AND NOT LET THE WHOLE GROUP GET DEMERIT POINTS FOR CLASS PARTICIPATION YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that should burn in hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, I fucking regret making a friend like you, let alone having you in EVERY project group. I dont understand why you fucking need to go to the fucking gym when you still look the same, seriously speaking, whether you work out or not, I don't see the difference. I really dont see the point in talking to you about anything, as I have already told you. You digging your own grave, I really don't care about that, but when you are the one that causes not only me, but the whole group to have a demerit mark, then I really don't see the point in talking to you or having any relation to you. PISS OFF AND DIE "E". Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-128396616968746845?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/128396616968746845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=128396616968746845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/128396616968746845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/128396616968746845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/isle-of-manhattan.html' title='the isle of manhattan'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8721759706207924618</id><published>2007-05-28T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:50:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it tragic?</title><content type='html'>Things/Reminders to do this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; CIP&lt;br /&gt;2. Study MIEC&lt;br /&gt;3. Study BSTATS&lt;br /&gt;4. Study OB&lt;br /&gt;5. CATS Project Meeting this Friday, due Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;6. Find Black &amp;amp; White Zara shirt that Charlene wants.&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy guitar picks. LOADS OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend Thursday (Public Holiday), studying for Common Tests. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Piece of shittttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from lecture, which sucked cos I didn't get anything the lecturer said, but whatever, that chapter isn't tested for Common Test so I really couldn't be bothered. Had Bcomm Email Writing Assesment today, which was basically like essay writing. So because of that, we ended 1 hour earlier for Bcomm and had 3 hours left to rot till our next class. Then decided to go to McDonald's King Albert Park, which is kinda near. Sat theere for 2.5 hours and then left for lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sucha wasted day which could have been spent at home, studying and sleeping. Im gonna plan a study time-table for Common Tests cos I am really getting nowhere. The computer, ESPECIALLY this stupid laptop is basically the root of all evil. Its so distracting. So, from now on, when Im at home, Im gonna turn it off. You probably won't see me on MSN as much but, yea I'll be back 2 weeks from now ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8721759706207924618?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8721759706207924618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8721759706207924618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8721759706207924618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8721759706207924618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/isnt-it-tragic.html' title='isn&apos;t it tragic?'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-197783249464225107</id><published>2007-05-19T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:51:27.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make out kids</title><content type='html'>I AM FUCKING SCREWED FOR BSTATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, I am gonna fail it even though its an open book test. Uhuh, THAT is how bad I am with numbers and formulas, and all those disgusting equations. Was doing my Probability Theory tutorial when I realised that I am really bad at math. Truly, I am. These numbers just seem Greek to me. I'd rather write a 2 page essay than do math. At least I know that I'll do better in it. Math is REALLY not my thing. I am terribly upset about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell rain.. I know, I am a tad bit weird. I like smelling stuff. Like paper, book pages, food, basically anything. Paper's my favouritest though. HEHHH. I miss my ij friends. For the 9357327346575th time, I have said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nights are rather depressing, I dont know why. Probably because I always can't seem to find anything to do or anyone to talk to cos well, its a Saturday night and everyone except me would be out. Wahhhh fffff, life really sucks for me sometimes. Don't you just feel so lonely sometimes? Thank god for the computer and PC games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I should eat less and control my appetite. Really I should. Went for my grandma's buffet lunch at some hotel's name which I forgot. And I realised that I REALLY REALLY eat alot. Guess all that working out in the gym on Friday all went to waste. The deserts at the buffet were wayyyy TOO GOOD. Swear to god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Im going to Kota Kinnabalu, Sabah for my 2 week June break! Im gonna hike to the peak of Mount Kinnabalu (HAHHAHA, Andrew!), river-raft, dive and do lotsa extreme outdoor sports! All that for a whole week! How cool is that? Yeaaaaaaaa, and Im staying at Hyatt Hotel, with American Breakfast everyday. Sialllla, its gonna be gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've gotta add, The Used is a fucking cool and good emo/screamo band. I might consider getting their album, and maybe Taking Back Sunday's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thanks for reading :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-197783249464225107?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/197783249464225107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=197783249464225107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/197783249464225107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/197783249464225107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/make-out-kids.html' title='make out kids'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-1160580551320144034</id><published>2007-05-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:07:16.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the taste of ink</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Tests are in 2 weeks time. Yes, I do have a feeling that its gonna be easy BUT, that does not mean that I can slack and not study. I mean, I don't know much about OB and CIP. I don't understand the chapters basically. Fuck all that, I'll just try my best and study hard for the next 2 weeks. Should be able to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why all the guys are so crazy over Counter Strike. ITS FUCKING COOL SIA! Damn fun la. Got it from Sabe, the "Com games King". HAHA, also stole Dota and Crazy Taxi from him. GAMES GALORE MAN! Im so gonna play all those after CTs, and maybe during CIP tutorial and lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, I just gotta say, I really love my class, TB01. Really couldnt ask for any other better group of classmates. OHYA, we had a class lunch on Thursday, so we went to SIM for lunch (it has great food btw), yea and then we all got bored (yes, all 32 of us), so we went to the library to chill. And because there wasnt enough space for all of us, we split into half, so we started playing around with the sofas there, and having heart-to-heart talks and discussions. And then Gid taught Brenda and I how to play Crazy Taxi, which is a fucking cool game. Uhhuh, so we ended up being pretty late for BCOMM tutorial, but no one really cared. So yep, that was Thurday for you. Looking forward to more of such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna hit the books! Seeyouuuuuuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-1160580551320144034?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1160580551320144034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=1160580551320144034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1160580551320144034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1160580551320144034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/taste-of-ink.html' title='the taste of ink'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8130732748275604563</id><published>2007-05-12T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:38:15.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're the new face of failure</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather good day. Started off the day with tutorial work. Done with MIEC and OB, the 2 most challenging modules! So left with STATS and uhhh, CIP (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of project meetings next week. PBL, Photo Assignment for CIP is super lame. Pure waste of time. Anyways, didn't go for the usual 530 evening mass today as Dad wasn't around because he went for his diving trip to Pulau Aur (M'sia), WITHOUT ME. Long story, don't wanna elaborate. So yes, Im going tomorrow for the 11 one, with Rachael then we'll probably have lunch at prata house before going town. YAY! Finally a non-mugging weekend. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met Dianne at Bishan for dinner and some catching up. After dinner we went to the arcade cos we were rather bored! Played 2 games of Daytona. I WON. HAHAHAHAHA! Wanted to play Time Crisis so damn badly but the queue was wayyyy too long and it was 2 fucking bucks. HAHH. Then I was looking at the "Win WarCraft" machine, you know those kinda stupid ones with a spinning arrow that you have a few tries to get a number to win?! Yea, so I spent 2 bucks on that. For the first game, I got up to level 5 which was only 1 level below the winning one, but no, stupid me was so persistant on getting WarCraft, and I ended up not winning anything but spending 2 bucks for nothing. I WANT WARCRAFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just get those typical $9.90 games from Popular. BUT I WANT WARCRAFT, AND CS! Nono, I want CS instead. Wait, I want both laaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8130732748275604563?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8130732748275604563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8130732748275604563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8130732748275604563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8130732748275604563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/were-new-face-of-failure.html' title='we&apos;re the new face of failure'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-1148359385927507414</id><published>2007-05-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:53:47.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>might as well let it bleed</title><content type='html'>I really surprised myself this weekend. I spent the whole 2 days studying and reading up on lectures! I guess I never realised I could be a hardworking person, if I actually put my mind to it. And it feels real good knowing that Im one step ahead the others. The satisfying feeling of studying hard, guess I never really experience it often! All through secondary school, I've been so damn lazy! Now I finally realise how accomplished one can feel after studying hard (: Hence, Im really happy with myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, Demand &amp;amp; Supply for Microecons isn't THAT hard. After getting some explanation from my sister, its not that bad really. But initially, I really hated it and found it freeeeakkkking tough, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS! Another week of school &lt;em&gt;(which I am secretly looking forward to).&lt;/em&gt; Weird, I know but, hey its me, and all who know me would agree that I am a tad bit weird. HAHHHHH. I just wish my close IJ friends would be here with me, in Ngee Ann! IT WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE FUN. Not that school isn't fun currently, but can you imagine how much MORE fun we would have?! Laughing at everyone, making fun of how they walk, eat or talk (its mean but yea, fun), asking stupid questions and annyoing the tutors and maybe lecturers, and basically being IJ girls, having hell lotsa fun but still knowing when to work. Goshhhhh! Dianne, Charlene, Denis, Tenisha, Germaine, Nicole, Marilyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Wish you were here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-1148359385927507414?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1148359385927507414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=1148359385927507414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1148359385927507414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1148359385927507414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-surprised-myself-this-weekend.html' title='might as well let it bleed'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-8640247751498498951</id><published>2007-05-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:05:43.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>School's been great, but tutorial work ain't. Presentation for this week is FINALLY OVER. Thank the Lord. I really can't imagine myself sitting for Common Tests in 4 weeks' time. Hello?! I know almost nothing about Microecons, and Organisational B.! This is really bad. Hence I am thinking of signing up for peer-tutoring. Sounds lame but yea, Im that desperate. Im actually in a very heck-care mood right now, so don't mind the English alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading this novel titled "Thai Girl". My thoughts? ABOSOLUTELY MOVING. Its such a deep, gripping and despressing book. Well, its basically about poverty in Thailand and how Thai girls are driven to prostitution. Its a really life-changing book and it makes you realise how lucky you are to be born and bred in Singapore. We are just so god-damned lucky, us Singaporeans. Eating and enjoying life to the fullest. Goshhh, it also really pains me how families actually sell their 5 or 6 year old daughters to brothels. While we, being such spolied Singaporeans, demand for whatever material items from our parents at that same age. Kidsout there in poverty-stricken countries would be overjoyed to have a pair of shoes and here we are always demanding and asking from our parents money for clothes, shoes, bags, handphones, mp3s. Seriously, Singaporeans are god-damned spoilt people. Im not sparing myself, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-8640247751498498951?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8640247751498498951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=8640247751498498951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8640247751498498951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/8640247751498498951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/05/calm-before-storm.html' title='calm before the storm'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6414234847213647070</id><published>2007-04-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:48:17.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grenade jumper</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to the third week of school already. How time flies. School's been alright actually. Honestly, I have to say, school's been mighty fun! I love poly education. Curse secondary and primary school, it ain't living mannnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt school's better, the work ain't. Projects are already piling up. Presentation deadlines coming closer with each passing day, TONS AND TONS of tutorial work to do! Every weekend seems to be a mugging weekend. I'm not complaining, Im just telling. HAHA, right I am complaining. But, I guess this is all just part of school. No one said school would be easy. Poly isn't easy thats for sure. As much as everyone thinks it is, it isn't. It requires so much responsibility and independence. Thats one of the reasons why I like Poly, cos it teaches you stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Im gonna slack tonight, kick the books away! I need a break. Tomorrow's a busy busy BUSY day. Oh yes, I wanna thank Germaine for spending her Friday nights with me on the phone to hear about my rantings and whatever. Thank you Maine! I really appreciate that (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6414234847213647070?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6414234847213647070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6414234847213647070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6414234847213647070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6414234847213647070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/grenade-jumper.html' title='grenade jumper'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-1390962198582021829</id><published>2007-04-19T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:04:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of life and death</title><content type='html'>Okay, so first week of school was pretty alright. I guess school isn't THAT bad as I had expected but I can't say its been GREAT. I mean, the group of friends Im with are nice and all, but they aren't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are so darn boring and useless. I don't even see the point in coming to school just to attend lectures. The lecturers practically do nothing, seriously! Microecons is a fucking hard module, I swear to god. Oh yes, CCA Fiesta was this week too. Didn't join any cca in the end. Well, I did consider Diving and Adeventure Seekers, but I mean would I even have the time to do all this? And hehhh, get this.. the choir doesn't even have auditions! I was indeed suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, about all for now, another draining week of school next week. BOOHOO! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh ya, I need clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-1390962198582021829?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1390962198582021829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=1390962198582021829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1390962198582021829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/1390962198582021829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/chronicles-of-life-and-death.html' title='chronicles of life and death'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-6324555040266348625</id><published>2007-04-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:13:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven's sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Orientation week's finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think of Ngee Ann Poly? Honestly.. I HATE IT. I HATE THE THOUGHT OF IT. I hate the thought of going to school with these people whom I have absolutely NOTHING in common with. I just wanna cry sometimes whenever I think of myself going to school and feeling all left out and alone. I know I just don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts next week, and according to what my time table says, I have school everyday starting from 9am (except Friday which starts at 8am). Im just SO FREAKING GLAD that my class/tutorial group is not the same as my orientation group. The girls in NP are really so immensely, irritating, immature, and cheena. I CANNOT spend another minute with them, seriously! The guys are slightly better, I'd rather hang out with the guys than the girls. So much for wanting to find nice, new girlfriends to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to seem optimistic about my current situation in school, I HAVE TO SAY, I HATE NGEE ANN. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I realllllllllyyyy miss ij.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-6324555040266348625?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6324555040266348625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=6324555040266348625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6324555040266348625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/6324555040266348625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/04/heavens-sake.html' title='heaven&apos;s sake'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5800297229624249159</id><published>2007-03-30T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:42:55.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is your boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what seemed like a holiday that lasted forever, it is almost come to an end. Sounds sad, but at the same time I can't help feeling excited. Going to a totally new school environment does make your hear skip a beat doesn't it? New friends, new books (or notes), new class, NEW LIFE. Sure I am indeed rather down that my close friends won't spend as much time as we did back in sceondary school, simply because we aren't in the same school as each other anymore. Thats sad, but doesn't it test how strong your relationship is with that particular friend? Doesn't it prove that friends don't really need to be right next to you your whole life (literally), but yet that friend is still true and loyal to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do believe that, and I think you should too. Moving on, no doubt everyone has to make new friends in poly and that can be hard, but I guess thats all just part of adult-hood. I mean, after education we'll probably get thrown into some company and then again, we're the newbies, and that can be very scary. People are generally nice, BUT I'm sure in that company they'll be that bitchy, sadistic person just waiting for you to fail. You know what I mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at all psyched about orientation. I HATE CAMPS. I don't like playing stupid ice-breaker games that somehow help you get to know people (I seriously don't know how it helps). But of course, who am I to say Im not going for the camp? I guess I have to. Laguna Beach's on tv! Alright, that'll be all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5800297229624249159?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5800297229624249159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5800297229624249159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5800297229624249159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5800297229624249159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-is-your-boy.html' title='where is your boy?'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-5420073566976213493</id><published>2007-03-19T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:07:26.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thriller</title><content type='html'>I lost my handphone (for the second time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, my number hasn't changed ok, don't delete it alright. To those whom I sent a message to saying that my number has changed, just ignore it. Sorry for the inconvenience. I lost a Motorola V3i. I loved it so much. Curse the person who took it and had no bloody conscience to return it. Like Alicia mentioned, there'll be retribution. Hahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-5420073566976213493?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5420073566976213493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=5420073566976213493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5420073566976213493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/5420073566976213493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/thriller.html' title='thriller'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-906974332619868669</id><published>2007-03-15T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:45:22.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletproof of loneliness</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISONBREAK SEASON 2 TODAY! For how long have I been waiting for it to start mannn. Anyways, Im currently feeling very miserable. For no apparent reason, actually. I really have no idea how I can sometimes feel so happy one day, then I feel like a total miserable loser the next. No, I REALLY REALLY am feeling miserable currently. Hence also the reason why I chose to stay home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's bore-ing the hell outta me. I'm actually helped out with housework just because Im so bored. How lame is that, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do appreciate my parents so much more nowadays. I truly understand them. Back in the secondary school days, I guess I just didn't like them and hated their presence, especially at home. Well, I guess when one grows older, and certainly more mature you just understand life more. I really do know that I can always turn to them when I am troubled. Sure, you don't need to tell them EVERYTHING, or things that you talk to with your bestfriends. But telling the folks about a certain problem does lift the weight off your shoulders so much. And in addition, they actually give you a solution for the problem, and the solution actually makes sense and does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about yourself (whoever is reading this) but parents would actually go the extra mile to help you achieve what you think you can't. Take for example, myself. I didn't get my JAE appeal course, so I'm stuck with Business Studies in NP. BUT, my mom offered to go down to NP with me to appeal personally for the Tourism &amp; Resort Management course (which was my first choice, by the way). I mean, yes it doesn't seem that great of a deal, cos well, parents are supposed to do such things, but thats not true. I mean, a couple of my friend's did mention to me that their parents didn't really bother about the JAE and all. Before Olevel results were out, I can tell you that my parents spent almost every night searching and printing out information about the polys and courses. This just goes to show how much they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, just like what Di said, I should learn to appreaciate them more. Well, I do now :D So, to end this post, I would just like to encourage whoever is reading this to try to appreciate your parents more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, Im still stuck with NP Business Studies, which isn't that bad either. I'll be seeing you in NP!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-906974332619868669?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/906974332619868669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=906974332619868669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/906974332619868669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/906974332619868669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/bulletproof-of-loneliness.html' title='bulletproof of loneliness'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-4729910818613695570</id><published>2007-03-12T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:56:06.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so intricate</title><content type='html'>Wellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloured my hair today. Well, its kinda sad cos I miss my black hair. BUT, I don't regret dyeing it to a shade of brown. Its just that I miss the whole grunge-ness of black hair. The way it looks so rugged and grunge with denim and all. The brown just looks so, glam and old (in a mature way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair is important hokay :D But nevertheless, I still like my current hair, though I miss the good ol' black hair. I know ths post sounds dumb. Me, going about how much I miss my original black hair colour. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar practices have been going alright. Picking it all up pretty fast, if I shall say. I really do enjoy playing on my guitar. Okay, so I borrowed it from Drew, but I still do enjoy strumming and plucking, and simply making music on it. It really gives me a sense of accomplishment :D That reminds me, I shall drop by Peninsula Plaza to get my first guitar this weekend! Rather excited, I am. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that'll be about all. I've nothing really much to go on about anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-4729910818613695570?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4729910818613695570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=4729910818613695570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4729910818613695570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/4729910818613695570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-so-intricate.html' title='oh so intricate'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-362940144381028031</id><published>2007-03-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:56:06.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fame &lt; infamy</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say, FOB is hell &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weapon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Patrick has a goddamn good voice and it is kinda one of the best and most pleasant voice as compared to other bands that I listen to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry Dashboard ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im never satisfied with my life. I find that Im always looking for something better, something more exciting. I just feel that living life in the current way, just kills its meaning. You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers are burning! You guessed it right. Guitarrrrr. Oh yeaaaaa, I almost forgot. Went over to Dee's house the other day and we went to the top of the multi-storey carpark at night. Believe me, it is the most peaceful place you can ever be (in singapore, that is). Totally relaxing, try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our teenage vow in a parking lot,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till tonight do us part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Fall Out Boy, HH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-362940144381028031?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/362940144381028031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=362940144381028031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/362940144381028031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/362940144381028031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/fame-infamy.html' title='fame &lt; infamy'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-718796076727121540</id><published>2007-03-05T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:07:15.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang the doldrums</title><content type='html'>And before you know it, the month of March has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting has happened since my last post. First choice for JAE was Tourism &amp;amp; Hospitality in NgeeAnn. Wait I feel like as if I have already written a similar post. AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lessons have begun. Going well so far I guess. Fingers and wrist kinda hurt but its still bearable. Currently totally ADDICTED to Fall Out Boy's latest album- Infinity on High. DARN GOOD ALBUM! Sad to say, better than beloved Dashboard Confessional. But I still remain true to DC, I'll always be their No.1 fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, yesterday was FOB's concert. Didn't go. Well, I only knew about it a week before the concert, so when I enquired about the ticket rates, it shot up to a $102! It was previously $75. Ahhh, no need to despair all those who were in the same boat as me! The band's coming back in summer (: Good news huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that'll be about all. Posting on tuesday, good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-718796076727121540?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/718796076727121540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=718796076727121540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/718796076727121540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/718796076727121540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/03/bang-doldrums.html' title='bang the doldrums'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-117172797946373265</id><published>2007-02-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:59:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLENDING IN</title><content type='html'>I hate CNY. Besides getting cash, there is really nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's currently at a stand still. I stopped working and have decided to stop it for life. Im going for guitar lessons at Yamaha. FINALLY. After endless lamenting on how much I want to enroll myself for lessons, I actually finally have the time to do something for myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for once).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how running away can actually help. Ironically, almost everyone does it. Whevever there's that nasty bump on the road, we always seem to want to avoid it, rather than finding a solution or a way to get around, across, over it. It just doesn't make sense. We all know that running away from the problem would only make thinks worse. I guess its just a comforting knowledge that whenever something happens, you can always turn to running away. This is just so common especially for those who have no one to turn to. When you just feel the whole world hates you and that even if you were to disappear, no one would notice one bit, and then ife would just go on for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sick to just think how selfish people can sometimes be. But then again, we all are victims to this "epidemic". Well, I guess reflecting and accessing yourself once in a while would help make yourself a better person. A small effort can certainly go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this reflection helped me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-117172797946373265?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/117172797946373265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=117172797946373265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/117172797946373265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/117172797946373265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/blending-in.html' title='BLENDING IN'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116963527969815217</id><published>2007-01-24T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:41:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your love is gonna drown</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been hell boring.&lt;br /&gt;Its taking away my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results day's coming.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116963527969815217?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116963527969815217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116963527969815217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116963527969815217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116963527969815217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-love-is-gonna-drown.html' title='your love is gonna drown'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116771456534192513</id><published>2007-01-02T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:28:02.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a praise chorus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year to all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the year 2006 is over and 2007 has rolled into our lives. I can still vividly remember, New Year was one of most dreaded holidays as a student. Simply because it marked the opening of the school year, and ending of the much-enjoyed December holidays. Contrary to that, I am especially happy this year. I shall not state the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss South Africa, alot. I miss the calmness of the town. The slow-pace of life I experience when I visited the beautiful country. The sun, sea, boats, waves, mountains, trees, green, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the hot guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean whats not to like there, seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Im gonna do some reflection for the year 2006, so bear with me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started the year, I was well, a little nervous. This was THE year. My last year in IJ and the year I was to sit for my Olevels. As a kid, I always looked towards the last year of school as something so far away, I wouldn't even bother to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have really walked through the year with me. We depended on one another when the going got tough. And Im really thankful to have such trusting friends like them. Denis, Tenisha, Charlene, Jos, Nicole, Dianne. Thank you all so much for a wonderful year. For studying with me and motivating me to study hard for the Olevels. Thank you guys so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class, 4/9, it was obvious we were a much more united class as compared to last year. 4/9 made me understand that even as different individuals, we could do so much more if we worked together. I will never forget the times we spent together. The trying and joyous ones, I will both remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir, wow. I'll really miss everyone. Choir was my life in IJ. Choir, you're still my everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the council, 2006 was definitely a blast with you guys. The juniors especially, thanks for all the lameness, laughter, madness.. Thanks for all those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll really miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116771456534192513?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116771456534192513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116771456534192513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116771456534192513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116771456534192513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/praise-chorus.html' title='a praise chorus'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116713499648443178</id><published>2006-12-26T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:11:02.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're trying to sell me to the stars?!</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;I finally remembered my password. After a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, the holidays are ending. FOR ME.. THE HOLIDAYS HAVE BARELY BEGUN! 3 plus months to go! Damn, life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to South Africa was awwwwesome. My best holiday, yet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I did manage to find a job. Worked in Zara, for a day, then I quit. Hated it. Call me spoilt but the job was seriously tough. So much to do, so little time. The people there, well lets just say they are about the most unpleasant bunch of people I've ever met. So to sum it all up, DONT EVER GET A JOB AT ZARA. There wasn't even staff discount. Talk about cheap labour. Alrigh alright, the pay was good. $6.50 an hour, but the work they make you do.. it could cause a major breakdown, thus I strongly am against anyone who wants to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Im waiting till January to find a job. Preferably a office desk-bound job. It is easier than retail. Off on weekends, slightly better pay, and no shifts. I guess one bad experience with the retail industry really got to me. Alright that'll be all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone starting school in Jan. And to those taking Olevels next year, good luck, next year's gonna be hell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116713499648443178?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116713499648443178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116713499648443178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116713499648443178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116713499648443178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-trying-to-sell-me-to-stars.html' title='you&apos;re trying to sell me to the stars?!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116497598313540520</id><published>2006-12-01T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:26:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance dance</title><content type='html'>WHY DON'T YOU SHOW ME A LITTLE BIT OF SPUNK?&lt;br /&gt;IS IT OBVIOUS, DO I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116497598313540520?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116497598313540520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116497598313540520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116497598313540520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116497598313540520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance-dance.html' title='dance dance'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116452928177640505</id><published>2006-11-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:21:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gn</title><content type='html'>Grad Night was boring. Just like how I had expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as for now, I've all the time in the world. There's suddenly almost no purpose in life. No goal. Its weird, and it certainly has the potential to turn me into a lazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick, ain't that great. So now, Im stuck at home, playing sims. I will complain no more, at least it better than having holiday homework which really sucks. Or having to come down to school for CCA almost every other day. Alright, alright, that'll be it. Fever's running high. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116452928177640505?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116452928177640505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116452928177640505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116452928177640505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116452928177640505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/gn.html' title='gn'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116402768487992519</id><published>2006-11-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:01:25.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot.</title><content type='html'>Bye school,&lt;br /&gt;hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the staring game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116402768487992519?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116402768487992519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116402768487992519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116402768487992519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116402768487992519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/woot.html' title='woot.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116381903842538656</id><published>2006-11-18T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:05:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>os ARE ALMOST over!</title><content type='html'>South Africa's gonna be kickass awwwesommmme (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so, just left with physics/bio mcq and Im done for life. FINALLY, that long-awaited moment is actually coming. I just hope holidays won't get the better of me and turn me into a lazy person (though I think it would, somehow). So yes, measures taken to prevent me from becoming lazy, well simple.. get a damn job. Its hard I know, but I guess I could just give it try, well to make myself useful. I dont wanna get too comfortable to the goodlife, where shopping would be a daily routine, money would always be problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I shall make good this holiday (like what I wrote about in my english essay, heh) I will try my best to "improve" my skills and learn new things, and yes, make this holiday meaningful by helping out in animal shelters, homes. I must I must. Of course, there's guitar lessons but nevertheless, I will make time for those activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to how the papers on friday went. Accounts was alright. History was bad bad bad bad. Very bad. Everything was spotted wrongly. To sum it all up, history is a fucking cursed subject. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116381903842538656?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116381903842538656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116381903842538656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116381903842538656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116381903842538656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/os-are-almost-over.html' title='os ARE ALMOST over!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116369475509238534</id><published>2006-11-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:32:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooooo</title><content type='html'>ITS 2 MORE FREAKING DAYS TILL ETERNAL LIBERATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so the pure science people have one one more day left.&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY OLEVELS END WILL BE THE DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET, I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;2 more slightly-slack days of exams and Im done for life.&lt;br /&gt;Can I do the paper now then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's gonna be cool.&lt;br /&gt;The long-awaited meetup with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for me horrible writing skills. The thought of olevels coming to an end has just put me in a very heck-care-whatever mood. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;PARTY HARD SEC FOURS! YOU DESERVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116369475509238534?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116369475509238534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116369475509238534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116369475509238534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116369475509238534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/woooooooo.html' title='Woooooooo'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116317986477475073</id><published>2006-11-11T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:34:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>os</title><content type='html'>Here's a VERY quick review on how the olevels have been so far.&lt;br /&gt;Bio- fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;English- fine&lt;br /&gt;SS- fine&lt;br /&gt;Math- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;super-ass&lt;/span&gt; fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Geog- fine, but slightly on the fucked up side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I've 3 days of exams to go and then its eternal liberation for the rest of my life (I'm assuming it won't be as stressful, in the poly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3s going on sec 4s, brace yourselves. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Olevels can kill you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, my appetite has certainly been better but still not exactly on the normal-mode just yet. I hope its just the stress and that it would be back to normal once the darn Os are over. There's just too many things to do after the exams. TOO MANY! I never wanna go back to school ever. And yes, I am elated and simply glad that my school life is finally over. Those torturing and stressful 4 years have finally passed, to my relief. Not that I hate school or what so ever, just that I don't fancy or like going to school like how some others do, even though I get to see my friends in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math should just go to hell. I'll never excel in that cursed subject. Right now, I've to compensate my going-to-be-horrible math grade with an A1 for accounts. I've gotta make that true, I must I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the library.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever's reading this piece of crappy entry, thanks for wasting your time. I hope everything's going well for you, and if you're taking the Os right now too, all the best to you. Im sure &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; found math easy. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116317986477475073?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116317986477475073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116317986477475073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116317986477475073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116317986477475073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/os.html' title='os'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116228709319721164</id><published>2006-10-31T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:31:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im in dire need of luck.&lt;br /&gt;for the Os, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Next week's gonna be hell.&lt;br /&gt;Its all happening so fast, and in the blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;ITS GONNA BE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;Oh vells, oh vells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know im gonna lose you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116228709319721164?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116228709319721164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116228709319721164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116228709319721164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116228709319721164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-dire-need-of-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116170246858946918</id><published>2006-10-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:08:55.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being 16 isn't sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crimson and clover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Jimmy Eat World; A Praise Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116170246858946918?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116170246858946918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116170246858946918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116170246858946918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116170246858946918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116092289585909432</id><published>2006-10-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:36:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life hates me</title><content type='html'>I hate it, hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Life hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Real pain for my sham friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116092289585909432?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116092289585909432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116092289585909432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116092289585909432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116092289585909432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-hates-me.html' title='life hates me'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116079992146251477</id><published>2006-10-14T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:25:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLINKKKKKK 182!</title><content type='html'>I think Blink 182 is one of the best bands I've ever heard. A pity they've disbanded a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;Studies are getting to me. Its a horrible feeling, waking up every morning, knowing that you've to spend the whole day mugging and slogging your guts out, studying for the olevels. Yeah, I do try to be optimistic about this, but there is a certain point that one can bear. I applaud the seniors who are actually able to do so well for the olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are irritating the hell outta me. They've been ass itchy for practically the WHOLE DAY. I have an urge to write to the management of the library cafe in Bishan, about their staffs' conduct. Maybe I shall, along with Charlene and Denis. I shall, I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116079992146251477?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116079992146251477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116079992146251477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116079992146251477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116079992146251477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/blinkkkkkk-182.html' title='BLINKKKKKK 182!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116054342762209716</id><published>2006-10-11T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:13:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OC!</title><content type='html'>Words CANNOT express how much I dread studying Social Studies, let alone sitting for a mock test, which is tomorrow. Which I strongly predict that I am gonna flunk this one (yet again), as I've not touched the textbook since the prelims. Okay, so I was supposed to have at least read it yesterday, but I was preoccupied with Physics and Bio so I didn't have the time. It is very depressing, knowing that all your juniors are out there, having the time of their lives as their exams are over, and here I am, having an internal war, restraining myself to minimise using the computer over having the self-discipline to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up to watch the O.C yesterday. I haven't watched it since.. huh, Im not sure myself. That made me realise what a great show it is! I love O.C! I swear Im gonna get the series after the olevels and live and breathe the O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, everyone's all, Im gonna do this and that after the olevels.. I mean does life really revolve around examinations? And after them, does the liberation even last? Come to think of it. that situation is rather saddening. All thanks to Singapore's limited natural resources. Maybe Im cursed, living in Singapore. But then again, I can't say that because we are a rather wealthy country, full of luxuries. So I've not exactly come to that conclusion just yet, but all I know is that, liberation should be given to everyon cos I mean, everyone does deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to South Africa, Cape Town this December. What an unlikely destination. Ah wells, I guess its better than the norm and boring destination that almost everyone has gone to, at least once, Australia. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad piece of entry this is. Rather slip-shot, &lt;em&gt;nevermind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116054342762209716?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116054342762209716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116054342762209716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116054342762209716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116054342762209716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/oc.html' title='OC!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-116045498694506080</id><published>2006-10-10T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:36:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marching bands of manhattan</title><content type='html'>Its cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-116045498694506080?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116045498694506080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=116045498694506080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116045498694506080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/116045498694506080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/marching-bands-of-manhattan.html' title='marching bands of manhattan'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115995496741080782</id><published>2006-10-04T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:44:12.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>My spirits were dampened when I calculated my L1R4 and 5 marks, last week. At that moment, it just felt like the world was seriously gonna end. Nothing mattered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went for friday mass to reflect on some things that I should have thought about a long time ago, and I guess that kinda helped me become more optimistic about things. The glass is half full is what I should always say when life's setbacks appear. I guess I have always prayed for good results, without even trying, thinking that God would help me. I was wrong. My sloth-ness has got me to where I am now. In an awfully pathetic state, with a tiny ray of light at the end of the tunnel. Motivation and discipline is what I should have always been praying for. Its no wonder why everything always seems to be against me. I guess the prelims did teach me a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was comforting, knowing that my prayers were actually answered (for once), I guess I just never knew how lucky I am. Its probably a sign for me to fulfill what I should have been doing a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll try my best, I promise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115995496741080782?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115995496741080782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115995496741080782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115995496741080782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115995496741080782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115977880918416202</id><published>2006-10-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:35:12.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right.</title><content type='html'>Too many a time have I questioned myself.&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too selfish?&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too childish?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just plain ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am always telling myself, that I am the right one, and that everyone else is wrong. And unconciously, I am making that mistake over and over again without even realising it. Judging whatever I feel like judging is a good and bad thing. I guess my implicit behaviour might be intolerable to some, and I guess I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. I constantly detest having to follow silly rules that made no sense. Always craving for liberation, and never got it. Hated the thought of having to work hard for something. I guess this childish character of mine has certainly got to disappear. Somewhere, somehow. Its time I accept what life really is, and use that to my advantage. Its certainly gonna be hard, but I guess its worth the try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing myself might be the hardest thing I might ever face. I guess its for the benefit of those around me, and I am willing to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thank the people who are able to tolerate me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115977880918416202?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115977880918416202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115977880918416202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115977880918416202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115977880918416202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/right.html' title='right.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115951900326376229</id><published>2006-09-29T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:38:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curse prelims</title><content type='html'>I did terribly badly for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously never EVER gotten such bad results in my whole lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've only myself to blame, for not working hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;For being so complacent about my sciences,&lt;br /&gt;for thinking that prelims is just another stupid exam.&lt;br /&gt;For thinking that prelims WILL be hard, so why put in so much effort when I know I'm gonna do badly anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Cheryl, why the heck didn't you study hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;Or have the necessary discipline, for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I've to just move on, and head towards the Olevels.&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to work tremendously hard for the last month, thing is, I need some form of motivation and competetiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL NEVER REPEAT THE MISTAKE OF LAST MINUTE STUDYING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God help me. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115951900326376229?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115951900326376229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115951900326376229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115951900326376229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115951900326376229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/curse-prelims.html' title='curse prelims'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115945630249939285</id><published>2006-09-28T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:11:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid server</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"At any time, one can fake a smile, and pretend that everything is all right, contrary to music, the most sincere thing that anyone can offer. There is no masquerade that music can hide behind, and it is pure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite sentences from ali's essay. I can really feel passion whilst reading the essay. And yes, it was written from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just makes me think even more about my life and goals. Too many a time have I always reacted with a "uhhhhhhhh... huhhhh... well.. I don't really know," when asked about what I intend to do after secondary school education. To me, it is so limited studying and living in Singapore. So many types of jobs and aspirations I wanna pursue, are simply not so readily avaliable, unlike the usual and too common 8 to 6 desk-bound job. Business, business, thats basically what most Singaporeans are working for now. How bored I would feel, staring at the computer all day, making calls to clients, calculating the company's finances. I guess Im just not fit for such jobs. I guess Singapore isn't really where I wanna work in. And yet, I can't help but feel scared about going overseas alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I'm only at the Olevel stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School, REALLY REALLY sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115945630249939285?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115945630249939285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115945630249939285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115945630249939285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115945630249939285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-server_28.html' title='stupid server'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115884956062920151</id><published>2006-09-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:41:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dc</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am selfish when it comes to sharing MY Dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are they publicising themselves on the radio now?!&lt;br /&gt;This is bad bad bad..&lt;br /&gt;I am somehow kinda disappointed in them, you might think its due to a very stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DASHBOARD'S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115884956062920151?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115884956062920151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115884956062920151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115884956062920151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115884956062920151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/dc.html' title='dc'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115884603304564056</id><published>2006-09-21T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:40:44.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Curse school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115884603304564056?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115884603304564056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115884603304564056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115884603304564056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115884603304564056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/curse-school.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115872124394089781</id><published>2006-09-20T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:04:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this air is blessed, you share with me</title><content type='html'>Its really been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK PRELIMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the dreadful prelims are FINALLY OVER. How wonderful and relieved I must have felt when my last paper ended. But then again, come to think of it, that feeling won't appear when I receive my results. My predictions are, that Im gonna fail every subject except ss/history (cos I got hints from some teachers) I mean even the physics paper was rather challenging?! And Im supposed to be ok with physics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think just because prelims are meant to be difficult, that you can fail them," that, is a common phrase said by every other adult. God, its not like as if I wanna fail right? I mean, if its hard, surely you cant expect me to do well? God, don't come and lecture us if you havent experienced what it is like to sit and study for prelims, IN THIS DAY AND AGE. Don't compare now with your time, cos it is totally different. The education system has changed so much now, so please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;END OF MOODSWING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Im happy now. Im going out laterrrr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This air is blessed, you share with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115872124394089781?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115872124394089781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115872124394089781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115872124394089781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115872124394089781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-air-is-blessed-you-share-with-me.html' title='this air is blessed, you share with me'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115738517695751577</id><published>2006-09-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:00:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yea right</title><content type='html'>So, you think everything's alright. Well, I'm sorry to say everything's not okay. The way you treat me, the little but mean things you say. Though you think it might just be a plain and simple remark that you do for fun.. have you ever thought twice about my feelings? Everything I do, seems to be wrong to you. It seems to upset you. But when she does it, you just shrug it off, like its an everyday norm that you go through in life. I don't understand you. What childish mentality. This favourtism. It hurts. Deep down inside, the tears are uncontrollable. Doubt trickles in almost all the time. Its hearbreaking.. and do you even realise? No, I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, when will you EVER start thinking of others? Things on the surface seem all happy and peaceful, but its a battle between self-denial and hate inside. Its like you just shove these things in my face, straight in it, in fact. And to think I always looked up to you. Well, I guess you have fallen. Its about time I walk on this road by myself. Because with you around, that road's probably gonna lead to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you saw those quiet but angsty tears today. Still wondering why? Ask yourself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115738517695751577?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115738517695751577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115738517695751577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115738517695751577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115738517695751577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/yea-right.html' title='yea right'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115729988712621681</id><published>2006-09-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:13:29.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sure, sure</title><content type='html'>Four days of merryment and relaxation have passed and I really think its time for me to get back on track because, the prelims are obviously not over yet. Bring on the tuitions, bring on the textbooks. I'm ready to undertake anything, with more energy than I have ever had &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well for any particular examination)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I always take you for granted sometimes. In school, outside. And sometimes I don't message you or talk to you for days especially when the days are busy. I'm really sorry. But I think you yourself do know that deep down inside I really do appreciate each and every moment we spend together. No matter how hard I try to hide it or even when I don't have the guts to say it, I really do love you! I sometimes wonder where I would be if you weren't there for me, during those troubled times. The angsty and especially moody person in me never fails to come out all the time but you just amazingly somehow manage to withstand all that, in addition, helping me get through the rain. Thank you so much for bringing out the best of me in almost everything, and for being THAT friend I know I can wail and whine and scream when the storm hits me. Even though you might not exactly know it, you're my best girl (: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115729988712621681?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115729988712621681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115729988712621681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115729988712621681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115729988712621681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/09/sure-sure.html' title='sure, sure'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115684007392776652</id><published>2006-08-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:27:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gees</title><content type='html'>Geog paper today.&lt;br /&gt;How do you think it went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my message to Dianne the last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Im going to the &lt;em&gt;window&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just know that no matter how much I study now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its not going to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've tried my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;THANK GOD FOR NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115684007392776652?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115684007392776652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115684007392776652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115684007392776652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115684007392776652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/gees.html' title='gees'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115648588279330128</id><published>2006-08-25T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:06:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>howwww</title><content type='html'>English prelims today. TERRIBLY HORRENDOUS is how I should descibe it. Firstly the long essay topics were so difficult and subjective. Secondly, the letter writing was the hardest I've ever done! There were about 15 points to write out! And yes, I kinda left out the suggestions part. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am doomed to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The compre was okay, though it was difficult to understand. However, the vocab was sosososososo hard! This just goes to show how horrible my english is. The summary was a killer. I thought the word limit was 160 words, but noooo.. it was 150. I panicked upon realising my mistake, then I started cancelling the redundant words. I got so fed up, and I re-did the whole summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that was how the exam went. Im seriously gonna fail. Hmmm.. I just remembered, last year 70% of the cohort failed english?! I have a feeling it would repeat this year, surely Im gonna be the 70%. Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115648588279330128?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115648588279330128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115648588279330128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115648588279330128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115648588279330128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/howwww.html' title='howwww'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115615151387054586</id><published>2006-08-21T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:22:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noodle-like hair</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I can't help but feel my hair is so noodle-like! The waves are almost identical to magee mee! Yes, I know I should not be here. And yes, I do give in to temptations. IM SO WEAK! The computer, well its right in front of me so I thought I might just, you know, "play" with it. Goddddd. But I'll just make the best out of it yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Wednesday's the last day of school for the sec 4s. And you might ask.. am I happy? Well, I've to say I am happy and sad. But then again its not like its the very last day of school. The teachers will definitely be calling all of us back in September and October, knowing teachers. And yes I'll probably be around the library studying.. so i guess I ain't feeling all the sadness just yet. Soon to come though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. I can vividly remember when I first crossed over from IJ Primary, to IJ Secondary. Secondary school was so free, so independent, so different. I guess I was the geeky innocent &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dopey&lt;/span&gt; sec one girl back then. And here I am now, moving towards the official last day of Secondary school. Secondary school life IS ALMOST over. Well, on the positive side, there is going to be MORE FREEDOM, for sure. So yep, everyone make the best out of your last days in IJ (sounds like we're gonna die) Study hard sec fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its easy to be suprised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with both your eyes sewn closed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115615151387054586?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115615151387054586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115615151387054586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115615151387054586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115615151387054586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/noodle-like-hair.html' title='noodle-like hair'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115581252127432867</id><published>2006-08-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:31:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going, ALL THE WAYYY</title><content type='html'>Today was a highly productive day. Well, in terms of work done and things learnt. I have to admit, I LOVE THE SCHOOL LIBRARY! Its so dead quiet.. I like! Comments on the Olevel English Orals are not very good so far. So yes, that kinda is scary.. I mean since my oral's tomorrow, and I'm the 3rd person on the list despite my register number being 10. Thats good, you can say. Well, its better than being last! I was last for Chinese Olevel Oral and its was.. yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stewpidest thought of the day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't study for Prelims and fail almost all the subjects,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then come Olevels, study hard for it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you might just get, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE IMPROVEMENT AWARD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coooolrrrsss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115581252127432867?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115581252127432867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115581252127432867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115581252127432867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115581252127432867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-going-all-wayyy.html' title='i&apos;m going, ALL THE WAYYY'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115528818540673960</id><published>2006-08-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:03:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>Yes, back yet again. School today was dreadful. I really hate school now. I'd seriously rather studying like mad at home than going to school, of course you can never trust me to study superbly hard when I'm at home.. but thats not the point. School is just too torturous! Gawwwdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release of mother tongue olevel results was today. I was pretty satisfied with my results. But then again it wasn't fantastic but I couldn't ask for more, really. Those idiots who got a B4 or B3 wanna re-take the exam.. MUST BE MAD. Gawwwwdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving CHEESE muffins, after how mrs chu said "CHEEEEEEESEEEEEE" in sucha delicious way! Ahhh.. we were learning about some pasteurization thing. I can only faintly remember, HAHH. Back another time, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fucking hate my latest haircut. CURSE THE HAIRDRESSER! My fringe is so fucking short, I HATE IT! And now I gotta wait for 948174950677 years for it to grow. ASSNESS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115528818540673960?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115528818540673960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115528818540673960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115528818540673960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115528818540673960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115513704711032789</id><published>2006-08-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:27:39.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newwww</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the feeling of something new. Yep, so much for coming back in 2 months time. I simply could not resist blogging about how yesterday went (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am very happy to say that, the combine mass with 4/10 was a roaring success, in the sense that we were actually enjoying ourselves. Also our performance for the national day song was fab too. I guess everyone liked the balloons and party poppers. So yes, I was really impressed. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sounds like someone huh.. Charlene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I must say, today was a horribly unproductive day. Almost no studying was done, except for geog and physics here and there. And when I mean here and there, I mean like 2-3 pages? And, here I am sitting in front of the computer. Lazy-ass piece of shit! Goddddd. Thank God tomorrow's a holiday to make up for the loss of studying-time. Alright, I'm gonna continue being the slacker that I already am. Back some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh Happy National Day. Whoopee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115513704711032789?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115513704711032789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115513704711032789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115513704711032789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115513704711032789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/newwww.html' title='newwww'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115483828052515338</id><published>2006-08-06T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:24:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be cavalier</title><content type='html'>Its been a while. Well, nothing's really up with me. What could you expect anyway? 4/9 and 4/10 National Day mass on tuesday. Its getting everyone flusterred and anxious. Mra Low's going mad, and I would be too, if I were her. School's almost useless to me now. Bummer. At least this week is almost a 2-day school week, thats something I am really looking forward to. Thats it for now.  Back in 2 months, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Handled with great precision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;another faultless execution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're the subject of this exhibition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a willing cadaver, a willing cadaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Scalpled, sutured, made whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115483828052515338?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115483828052515338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115483828052515338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115483828052515338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115483828052515338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/ill-be-cavalier.html' title='i&apos;ll be cavalier'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115304548369498626</id><published>2006-07-16T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:01:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring-ness, fuck.</title><content type='html'>Attempt to change my skin failed, yet again. I should just be happy with what I've got. Missed Baybeats yesterday, but its reviews weren't very good, so I guess I didn't really miss out much. The sales everywhere are going crazy. Zara is incredible! I saw this black biker's jacket, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;original price, $119, sale price, $29.90!!!&lt;/span&gt; I was like.. but sadly, there was only L size. EVERY OTHER SHOP was like that, its so damn frustrating, but I guess thats what a sale is supposed to be. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bio quiz tomorrow, and I haven't even touched the textbook yet, man am I good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt; I'm getting so damn stressed out. Its killing me. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Prelims are next month &lt;/span&gt;and I'm not doing anything about it, as you can see. I mean, I wanna study but sometimes its so hard to force myself to. I'm sure everyone has faced that some time in their life right, so you'd know what I mean. It just amazes me sometimes, the 4/1 and 4/2 girls, the way they study and all. Sometimes, I wish I was more like them. Fine, no point getting all emotional about studies, I should just set my mind and study regardless of whether I feel like or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, AT LEAST PE IS NOT WITH TJL! That, is my bestest birthday present, EVER. And Charlene's too (: Also, I've developed a passion for soccer. I know, the World Cup's over, but that does not mean anything to me! How about UEFA, or EPL?! Alright, I should stop here I guess, and I just remebered, MT Listening Compre is tomorrow. What a dreadful day tomorrow is gonna be. &lt;em&gt;I dread school sososososo much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday evening is the saddest time of the week. Don't you agree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115304548369498626?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115304548369498626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115304548369498626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115304548369498626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115304548369498626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-ness-fuck.html' title='boring-ness, fuck.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115270652925609406</id><published>2006-07-12T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:01:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO DASHBOARD!</title><content type='html'>Long-awaited Dashboard Confessional cd bought on ebay finally arrived on Monday. Man, you should have seen the look on my face when I received it. Hardcore emo, is all I can say about it. God, I'm so in love with Dashboard. Next cd to get, Jimmy Eat World, probably from ebay, yep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Slacking always gets to me. ALWAYS. But yea, I've been working on my Math and Physics (: I've almost given up on Social Studies, but I know the importance of it. School's really starting to suck. I strongly feel that all the stress is making everyone slack even more, I mean cos there's really no point in studying like mad when nothing goes into your brain. &lt;em&gt;Or so I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone are the days when I could play and not have a care in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm made to do this, yet again. Thanks Samira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite colour(s)-&lt;/strong&gt; Red, black, white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite food-&lt;/strong&gt; Thai food is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite song-&lt;/strong&gt; Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite movie-&lt;/strong&gt; Chick flicks are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite sport-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite day of the week-&lt;/strong&gt; Friday &amp; Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite season-&lt;/strong&gt; Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite ice-cream-&lt;/strong&gt; Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's is overrated, seriously. I'm satisfied with $1 ice-cream sold along the roadside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current mood-&lt;/strong&gt; Stressed, but still slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current taste-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current clothes-&lt;/strong&gt; Sister's AC shirt, and FBTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current desktop-&lt;/strong&gt; Photo at Christ the King's confi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current toe nail colour-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhh, its not painted, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current time-&lt;/strong&gt; 8.42pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current suroundings-&lt;/strong&gt; Bedroom, air-con, with blasting Yellowcard music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current annoyance-&lt;/strong&gt; I need to pee, RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First best friend-&lt;/strong&gt; Nicole Ann Leong! I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First crush-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First movie-&lt;/strong&gt; Its gotta be some Disney thing I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First lie-&lt;/strong&gt; How would I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First music-&lt;/strong&gt; How would I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last drink-&lt;/strong&gt; Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last car ride-&lt;/strong&gt; In the morning, on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie-&lt;/strong&gt; Poseidon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last phone call-&lt;/strong&gt; Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last CD-&lt;/strong&gt; Its gotta be Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever broken the law-&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been on TV-&lt;/strong&gt; I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you are wearing-&lt;/strong&gt; AC shirt, FBTs, I don't wish to go into the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things you done today-&lt;/strong&gt; Homework, grocery shopped, sang, laughed ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you can hear right now-&lt;/strong&gt; The keyboard, blasting music, and my mom shouting at me to get to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored-&lt;/strong&gt; The tv's my bestest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People to do this-&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever is free enough to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115270652925609406?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115270652925609406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115270652925609406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115270652925609406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115270652925609406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-dashboard.html' title='GO DASHBOARD!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115245468469890262</id><published>2006-07-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:22:49.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sensational weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SENSATIONAL &lt;/span&gt;is the word to describe this weekend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Friday being a school holiday, due to the e'learning portal programme. Germaine came over due to the "unfavourable" conditions over at her place, and her computer refused to work. So yep, we talked over lunch and did our work. E' learning was so ineffective. I don't think I have learnt anything from it. Well, besides a few math questions but other than that, e' learning was almost useless. On a lighter note, Friday was a holiday so, I shan't continue ranting yep. Anyway, Germaine coming over was nothing but fun (: Thanks for that wonderful day Maine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I spent my afternoon shopping with Denis, before going for Nicole's and Marilyn's confirmation at Christ the King church. We went to Bugis Village. I swear that place is better than town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WAS GREAT!&lt;/span&gt; The prices, the variety, the EVERYTHING! So yes, we practically "pounced" on every shop that looked interesting. Man, that place is addictive (: I've yet to go there&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we went to church &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(though we were kinda late but thank god Jos reserved us a place or we would have died standing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The mass was okay, but I couldn't help but feel that the mass was not special enough, since it was a Confirmtion mass. It was very different in my church. We had our names announced, and our picture flashed on the screen. However, Christ the King didn't do any of that. I'm not saying that they should, but I feel that it would add the extra special feeling for the confirmants. I hope you get what I'm tryin' say yep. After mass was picture taking time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as usual).&lt;/span&gt; Mingled, talked, laughed, you get me huh. Went home feeling exhasted &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(almost dead).&lt;/span&gt; I still love home. The best place to be in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a rather long post. I haven't written a post this long for a while! So yep, choir's going to China this week. I wish them all the best. Do IJ and Singapore proud. Winning a position doesn't really matter. As long as you do your best. &lt;strong&gt;I'm always behind you, choir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115245468469890262?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115245468469890262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115245468469890262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115245468469890262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115245468469890262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/sensational-weekend.html' title='sensational weekend!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115175781386498974</id><published>2006-07-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:43:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backk, again</title><content type='html'>Been away for awhile hey. Laziness got the better of me, I guess. So yes, school has started. What could you expect, but more stress and homework? Ah wells, it'll just be till November, and then LIBERATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so yesterday I was at "Kindred Spirit" concert. it was pretty okay. I can't say its boring, but it wasn't THAT entertaining either. However, when IJ Dance came out, they totally lit the whole stage! GO IJ! ALL the ij girls were screaming their lungs out okay! So yep on the whole it was enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115175781386498974?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115175781386498974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115175781386498974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115175781386498974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115175781386498974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/backk-again.html' title='backk, again'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115116337518601645</id><published>2006-06-24T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:36:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY, EBAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ebay is so good, I swear.&lt;/span&gt; THE PRICES ARE UNBELIEVABLE. Urrgggghhh, makes me wonder why I go out shopping (why I keep "cheating" myself all these years!) HAHAHA. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115116337518601645?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115116337518601645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115116337518601645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115116337518601645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115116337518601645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-ebay.html' title='YAY, EBAY!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115096264927991998</id><published>2006-06-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:52:31.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funnyyy</title><content type='html'>Funny though, I like doing homework, especially english. After doing the 35 vocab homework, I'm so eager to put some of the words in my essays, conversations etc. Ahhh, the stewpid people always want to sound smart you see. School's starting in less than a week. I'm not sure if thats a good thing. More of a bad thing huh. Homework, tests, scoldings, stress, prelims! Damn, this term is gonna be hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115096264927991998?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115096264927991998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115096264927991998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115096264927991998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115096264927991998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/funnyyy.html' title='funnyyy'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115088480514044549</id><published>2006-06-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:13:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>samira shah!</title><content type='html'>Hello. ITS BEEN A LONG WHILE. Well, relatives from Aust came over for Granddad's 80th, they leave today. How sad. Yep, its been a great pleasure having them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Samira Shah is so ultra "SWEET", that she has acutally given me a stewwwwwwpidddd quiz to do. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 20 people at the top of your head. ONLY read the questions after you have reached them. At the end, get 5 people to do this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Rachael&lt;/strong&gt; the bestest church girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Letitia&lt;/strong&gt; the"holy" one.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Dianne &lt;/strong&gt;the idiotic bitch.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Germaine&lt;/strong&gt; the 24/7 clubber &amp; long-lost homework buddy.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Audrey&lt;/strong&gt; the pro-AVAer.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Charlene&lt;/strong&gt; the full-time slacker.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Nat &lt;/strong&gt;the person whom I always stick with during the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; fuel gatherings&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt; the CMI rice scooper &amp; lousy chocolate chooser.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Victoria&lt;/strong&gt; the emo addict (supposedly).&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Alicia&lt;/strong&gt; the No. 1 emo idol of the world.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Cherlynn&lt;/strong&gt; the crime commiter.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Samira&lt;/strong&gt; the TRUE sji lover (though she refuses to admit)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Laura&lt;/strong&gt; the i-know-you-know-what-i'm-thinking girl.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Geri &lt;/strong&gt;the sweet-as-sugarr junior!&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt; the nigger.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt; the stewwwpid jackass.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Marilyn&lt;/strong&gt; one-third of the choir threesome.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Constance&lt;/strong&gt; the CHAICHEE loverrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Joanne&lt;/strong&gt; the pole dancer.&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Sarah Nat&lt;/strong&gt; the PCD singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet #14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through ISP, last year with HALMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if #9 and #20 went out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll FREAK! Nono, I mean I can't really accept lesbianism, let alone within the council! NO WAYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would #6 and #17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it, they have 2 really opposite personalities, but then again, opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descibe #3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you picked a good one. Well, she's one of my closest friends you might say. I go almost everywhere with her. She's got a real good sense of humour that can make me burst out laughing every second. Though I must say her sense of humour is deproving. HAHA sadly. She has always been there for me, and I am really comfortable with her. So yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about #7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, she's basically the person I always stick around with during fuel gatherings and other church stuff. Great girl, really happy to have got to know her better during confi camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know anyone from #12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is #8's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his own sweet time to choose chocolates, and being a pig. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does #15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigga language. You know what I mean right? Or maybe, TAMIL! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is #9 dating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Acutally maybe I do. But last I heard, she has kids! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but no father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is #16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A year younger than me. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you spoke to #13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, lsat Saturday at the ISP Fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is #2's favourite singer/band?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im not sure, but all I know she's crazy about Beckham!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date #4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thats if I'm lesbian and anyway that WILL be my last resort if Im lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date #7?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Same answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is #15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think! Yes la, he loves girls too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is #10's surname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever be in a serious relationship with #11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I highly doubt it. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which school does #3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Same as me la. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does #6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somewhere in Bishan, opposite the coffeeshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite thing about #5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She makes me laugh every second. Her lame antics and crazy jokes brighten up my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen #1 naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, but I would like to. I mean she keeps proclaiming to me that she's the hottest girl in the world, so I guess I would like to see for myself, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who need to do this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry, no one in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm being nice here hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115088480514044549?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115088480514044549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115088480514044549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115088480514044549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115088480514044549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/samira-shah.html' title='samira shah!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28788819.post-115018021357508988</id><published>2006-06-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:30:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>It just gets worse doesn't it? With each passing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28788819-115018021357508988?l=downonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115018021357508988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28788819&amp;postID=115018021357508988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115018021357508988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28788819/posts/default/115018021357508988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downonmyhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14707839460440906985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
