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  <title>iam ELVA</title>
  <subtitle>She's the problem</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-04-27T15:16:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cokolatemonkey:34920</id>
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    <title>And i found a 'new' friend</title>
    <published>2009-04-27T15:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-27T15:16:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The past week, i got to say, passed quickly, but it wasn't like usual. I&amp;nbsp;dunno why, but i enjoyed last week.&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't so bad, really. I could still handle it. Everything was fine. &lt;br /&gt;I learnt new stuff not just in school but also through friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even i was surprised. But i promised to keep that person's idenitity a hush hush for some reasons iam not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;Let's call the person HELLOW (Yup, some dumb name that just pop up in my head)&lt;br /&gt;So i asked Hellow out, and i didn't expect myself to because i don't talk to Hellow so often and much&amp;nbsp;until last&amp;nbsp;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Woodlands and walked back. (It sound crazy, i know, but i don't care) And it was really fun. we had a good time talking as if we are old friends (maybe old but not too old- we know each other since like secondary two?) &lt;br /&gt;And spending the whole day talking made me realised how similar we are. Haha. But it was like i was always interrupting Hellow when he wanted to say something (Iam sorry.) But i didn't regret at all spending the day out.&amp;nbsp; We agreed to do it again after MYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHIT. MYE is here. I hate exams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I agree to study with Clara, and probably the whole cell group, on Sunday. So i guess iam gonna be busy this whole week. I have got the whole week plan. This is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: It's ending. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: School&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: (Start of MYE'09) English paper&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Chinese paper~ Damm. My chinese sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1.Probably study with someone, if not, on my own.&amp;nbsp;(Morning)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.Tutor Bryan at 3&amp;nbsp;and have Chinese tution at 5. (Afternn)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. Use the net (Gotta check some stuff)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. Pack my stuff for the next day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 1.Meet Tim somewhere. Study literature (Woah, Tim's teaching me)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.Watch a movie that Tim's been owing me for my bdae last year&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3.Probably meet up with Hash&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 1.Church&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. Study with Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder sometimes why people label me as orgainised.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-04-18T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T16:02:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T16:02:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, iam still waiting for &lt;span style="color: #999999"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to call.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cokolatemonkey:34452</id>
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    <title>To Kill A Mockingbird</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T15:52:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T15:52:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;quot;(Courage's) when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin &lt;br /&gt;anyway and you will see it through no matter what. You rarely win but sometimes you do&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Atticus (To Kill A Mockingbird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i have learnt quite a lot from TKAM since my Literature class started on it last year. And i find&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;lessons&amp;nbsp;really meaningful. Like yesterd, we learn how racial prejudice can make the innocent suffer. And seriously, i used to think when i was longer, what so great about the book, it's just another stiry about racism. But actually no, it taught and drove it lots of value in my brain. Somehow i think it will one story i will remember. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;quot;Shoot all the bluejays you want, but it's a sin to kill a mockingbird&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cokolatemonkey:34096</id>
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    <title>Call me NASTY, i don't care.</title>
    <published>2009-04-09T16:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-09T16:44:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TO:&amp;nbsp;(You know who the hell you are)&lt;br /&gt;I have enough of your rubbish, enough of all your crap and whinings. It's getting not just me, but many people around you pissed. I give you the benefit of doubt that you didn't know you were attention-seeking, acting cute and stuff. Fine. But i went and told you on your blog indirectly. And hell, yeah, i told you i ain't a stranger. I used the name 'fisherman' on your tagboard so as to not end our friendship yet, give you bloody chances. &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&amp;nbsp;MAN. WHY&amp;nbsp;DO&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;EVEN BOTHER?!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe it was the trust, the bonds we all have that kept everyone from keeping quiet, but i ain't gonna do that anymore. It's annoying when you pretend purposely not to know sth, when you do all sort of stupid&amp;nbsp;stuffs that get on everyone's nerve. &lt;br /&gt;You ain't what you were anymore. You ain't the nice, friendly, modest, helpful type of girl i know anymore. Instead you turn into sth we don't like to talk to anymore- attention seeking, proud... You can be nice, that i gotta admit, but most of the time you ain't. That's what's getting almost everyone in our clique mad. &lt;br /&gt;This year, frankly, i never really 'talked' to you. Whatever conversations are just those i will say to anyone. So that just shows we ain't really good friends anymore. Either you reflect what the hell you wanna be and change, or whether you want us to leave one by one.&amp;nbsp;Your choice. And hell, i've been holding it for so long because i know you would complain to everyone else, and iam just trying to save them from the whining. The only thing that held me back was the people around us, i don't want them hurt. But now, i don't want a give a shit, because we are all just hurting each other- everyone, not just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I drive myself crazy just thinking of you</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T15:06:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T15:06:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;I realised i have been missing you all this time.&lt;br /&gt;I have been just lying to myself that i don't need you.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cokolatemonkey:33718</id>
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    <title>CRAP- March is over</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T15:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T15:02:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HEY&amp;nbsp;PEOPLE (: [esp JOEE- hee, i know you always read my LJ]&lt;br /&gt;I know i haven't been blogging for a long time. Yea, i know that very well and always been wanting to update it.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH! I gotta say i wish i seriously have more time. Well, everyone is saying that too, not just me that's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It's like just yesterd, it was beginning of Secondary Four. MAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this point, everything just seems more scary (and they seem more scarier than a horror movie).&lt;br /&gt;Really.&amp;nbsp;Not because i suddenly realised that O&amp;nbsp;Levels are just a few months away, but because i know how the hell&amp;nbsp;iam not good&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;with books.&amp;nbsp;Iam more of a hands-on person. Ask me to put on a skit&amp;nbsp;to grade me&amp;nbsp;for my examination and i would, no matter how tiring i know it can be&amp;nbsp;just preparing (oh yes it can).&amp;nbsp; And now&amp;nbsp;knowing that the dates of the examinations is getting nearer, it is just like fuel to the fire. Ok girl, stop thinking about it, stop getting anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was the Sec Fours' Parents-Teachers Meeting (PTM) and all the teachers my mum met said iam a good girl (WOAH!), not much problems, just try to be focus and blahblahblah. Ok, and my mum says she is actually seeing me put in effort though. I was surprised. I mean, she used to say i was lazing my ass, and suddenly she sees me working really hard. And to me, i haven't changed much since last year's Term 4, really. So how can she see a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Iam getting a little frustrated with myself and stuff. But like people say, it's part of the growing up part during this stage of my life. &lt;br /&gt;I just got to be more patient with people around me and definitely, myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And iam missing some people. I guess you know you are. School and work&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;like keeping me away. &lt;br /&gt;But i guess i will see you all soon (:</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-03-20T15:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T07:53:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T07:53:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Trust me, everything can be alot worse if i didn't contol it. &lt;br /&gt;Like they said, life ain't a bed of roses. So accept it. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, i can only tolerate this much and iam going to blow&lt;br /&gt;and you ain't gonna like it so change your bloody attitude towards&lt;br /&gt;me, her, everyone of your friends, because one more time and this&lt;br /&gt;is all gonna be over. Right now, none of us wants to sympathise with you.&lt;br /&gt;So look at what you want, and what is more important witin us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pushing limits</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T14:18:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-14T14:18:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's the end of the week, also, the end of camp and all the tiring training. &lt;br /&gt;Ha. We are the only UG in school who started camp yesterd and break camp the next day. &lt;br /&gt;NCC and BB are still having camp since yesterd, while NPCC started today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN!&amp;nbsp;Iam tired so i will make this a quick post and off to bed. My eyes are pratically half closed already. &lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, we had this 'Drill Com' camp to prepare for today's competition. OMG. It was tiring. BUT&amp;nbsp;WE&amp;nbsp;MADE&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;THROUGH. I MADE&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;THROUGH without a splitting headache (Long story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were training mad with whatever energy we had left yesterd, because we were still worn out by the Speech Day parade on Thursday &amp;amp; First Aid yesterd morning during the school's Cross Country.&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking scared last night (and i tried my best not to show it). Just about nearly 3 hours into training, just after 7PM, i felt a sharp pain. I pulled my right calf's muscles and it was minor but it hurted when i stood up. Tried hopping about but Mam Elieen told me not to, lest i sprain my left ankle. So she prayed, i prayed, Sister Helen prayed, Mrs Yeo prayed, we were all praying. I kept telling myself i can't waste this chance. It's my last year and iam NOT going to waste one month's effort of training.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, watched the girls train. They were all tired, weary to the bones, but they gave it there best shot, trying their best to do every move right esp the fancy drill. Iam really proud of them (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterd, i flopped onto my sleeping bag after laying it out and just knocked out. But i got up twice. One at 3.10AM, for God knows what. Second, when NCC was 'yumsei-ing' at 5plus in the morning. ONE&amp;nbsp;WORD- SIAO! I swear residents nearby hate us. Anyway, my leg felt better but it still hurted. I didn't care much and went on with training. HAHA. And you know what?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;WE&amp;nbsp;GOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Just giving all you can</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T15:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T15:22:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This week, as usual, went by fast. Even my grandma was &amp;quot; HUH?!&amp;nbsp;So fast Friday?&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp;And this is&amp;nbsp;coming from&amp;nbsp;some old&amp;nbsp;lady who parks her ass in front of the box. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP&amp;nbsp;IDOL. Yes.&amp;nbsp;I gotta say iam really proud of you, Naz. You made&amp;nbsp;it this far. Really. Not bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a workshop, &amp;quot;Conquering the exams&amp;quot;. And it made me question myself, am i giving my all into my studies right now, esp since this my O Levels year? I guess iam not. It's honestly exhasting everyday. But that's how life goes. Hang in there for a week. March's one week break is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about next week- IT'S&amp;nbsp;GOING&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;BE&amp;nbsp;HECTIC!&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Wednesday: Normal school day&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Might be released earlier. Speech day is in the night, which means, I gotta go back for the parade.&amp;nbsp;Gb &amp;amp; BB's the GOH this year. Definitely gonna sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: In the morning, the school is having a cross-country run instead of the normal sport's carnival. And iam going to be in the First-Aid team (So no running for me. Haha.) In the evening i have to go back for a stayover camp for just that night.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: GB&amp;nbsp;DRILL&amp;nbsp;COMPETITION in the afternoon. After camp, i going to church for the 5612 camp. Charity wants me to go. (But Charity, you have the guys there to accompany you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was a bit disappointed when some of my GB&amp;nbsp;juniors said they were scared that the other UG would laugh at us. Reason because we are a small UG. But you know what? I&amp;nbsp;DON'T&amp;nbsp;CARE! You tell me which UG in our school has so much sisterly bonds like ours?Strength isn't a issue. Really, it ain't. I know you are all scared about the drill competition too. Hey, it's alright to be nervous. But don't say we can't get a silver. We can. Have the confidence ok (:</content>
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    <title>SUPERNATURAL (: Love it.</title>
    <published>2009-02-28T12:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T12:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="24" /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I just took a quiz related to the&amp;nbsp;TV show. Man, i love Supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the type who will have a cushion in front of my face when&amp;nbsp;the whatever thing comes or when sth is ominous. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Now iam not like that, at home. In the cinemas i guess i won't be able to watch horror genres stuff alone. But now there's the light on and stuff.&amp;nbsp; Currently watching Season 4 Episode 7.&amp;nbsp; And i think Jensen Ackles is hot (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I hate Mondays, Tuesday, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays.</title>
    <published>2009-02-28T09:44:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T09:44:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yup, iam starting to dislike going to school. But i don't have much choice. Well, i can choose not to go school and work at the kopitiam. So no, Iam going keep my ass in school and finish schooling. I guess everyone hates the work part. It is always the work. &lt;br /&gt;Ooh yes. I remember what i wanted to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a surprise vocabulary test. Hmmm, actually it ain't much of a surprise- Ms Soo told us she did give it to us within this and last week before Mrs Rupesh comes back. And since mrs Rupesh will be back next week, and since last week till now she didn't give us the quiz, we knew it would come yesterday. Man, everyone was praying that she would forget about the test and we can all 'zhao' after LSkills was over. Mr Goh was just starting on LSkills when this girl came in with a slip of paper. Mr Goh smiled and all of us just went silent, nervour of course. And he looked at us, asked what's with the look on our faces and that the note was for him. Everyone sighed. We were super duper nervous, thinking that it was a note from Ms Soo. Then Mr Goh assigned us work to be completed otherwise he would make us stay back, adding, &amp;quot;Anyway you all have to stay back.&amp;quot; Gosh, we knew it. It was a note from Ms Soo. Everyone was getting all nervous again. But when she tested us, there was lots of laughter. Also, if we get less than 8 out of the 10 marks, we will have to copy out a chapter from a textbook Ms Soo chooses for each mistake made. Damm. I know i got to copy out at least four. My mind black out due to all the nervous feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had GB just now, since 8.30am. It was tiring to do drill for a long period of time. Everything is just such a rush. Speech day is on the 12th and drill competition on the 14th o f March.&amp;nbsp;If iam not wrong cross-country is on the 13th. So iam gonna be exhasted. With school work, i don't know how my seniors could get through Secondary Four. Oh well, that's life. We will have obstacles and temptations in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>everything seem blurry</title>
    <published>2009-02-20T16:59:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-20T16:59:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Woah. I swear the week has gone by freaking fast. Yea, it really did. It's like I didn't had the chance to 'breathe'. It's like breathing in and the next moment, before you exhale, it's the weekends. I managed to finish all my work and such during the week everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And man, iam honestly exhasted. I just hope i get the chance to relax and breathe a little before the week pass this fast again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday just a few hours back and i was wanting to blog since after school. But Kym wanted to use the computer to print sth so i went to wait. Then my mum got back and said she needs the computer too. Man. It's always like this. I hate it when everyone wants to use the computer when i want to. It's like because of my school and stuff i got only the weekends to use it. Yea. School's been keeping me away for so long. That explains why i didn't blog for quite awhile. Just a few hours back, on Friday (the shortest day of the school week), we had LifeSkills lessons. And the topic was self-worth. So Mr Goh gave us a story to read, and to my surprise, it is actually a story i read really long ago- &lt;em&gt;Apple Tree&lt;/em&gt; by Ronald Dalh. I like that story (: &lt;br /&gt;Also, he showed us a video about a lady who was different from others because she does has proper limbs like us. However, she believed that she can do things like any able-bodied person. I was amazed by her perseverence. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. And we took this emotional test and the lower you get the better. Initally i had zero but i look again and i had one question that i thought i was in between so i wrote my total points as 0.5. (Iam a happy person) Max got zero too. Naz was the highest with 12 (It's okay Naz. We are all in this together) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of together, no Nazry, I ain't joing OP Idol with you. You know i won't bother about this sort of crap. Haha. But if you do join i will support you. You know i will (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on thurs, my class, 4A1, along with 4A3, went to Marina Barrage. It was fun and crazy. We were talking lots of crap and getting so high that our tour guide, Benny kept laughing and shaking his head. Then, there was this couple who were taking their wedding photos when we shouted Congrats just as they were about to be all lovey dovey for the camera. They looked at us, were kinda shocked. It was really funny how Nazry then shouted : Good luck making babies. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well, the 4A1 literature class is really crazy when it comes to commenting (Most of the time). &lt;br /&gt;As we were about to leave, Yanqi and Jiayu were screaming some chinese name and pointing at some lady with an umbrella. I thought who the hell was that. So the lady lifted her umbrella, enough for us to see her face, and for a moment or two, i stared and thought, &amp;quot;That woman looks really familiar. Hmmm... Wait. Are you a celebrity or sth?&amp;quot; Haha. My thoughts were like aloud. &lt;br /&gt;Then i realised it was Zoe Tay. LOL. I know iam slow. But i don't really go gaga over celebrities. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some pictures we took at MB. Enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00056e8g/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00056e8g/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005af0g/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005af0g/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005b6a9/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005b6a9/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005cw26/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005cw26/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005dyp1/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0005dyp1/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00058p9x/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00058p9x/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/000551zp/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/000551zp/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I have some more photos but i guess i can't upload them now. It's too slow.&lt;br /&gt;Next time. And iam talking to Tim now. Haha. And yes, Jason was still tall enough to block me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>yet another day</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T15:02:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T15:02:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Iam tired as usual. Usual stuff happened. &lt;br /&gt;And Yihui and I have just finished the GBIC&amp;nbsp;powerpoint. FINALLY! The last of our badgework.&lt;br /&gt;No more projects. Just drill and competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had RICH&amp;nbsp;lesson and we watched JOY&amp;nbsp;LUCK&amp;nbsp;CLUB the film. Somehow i can't figure out what we are gonna learn from the movie. Haha. It was fun sitting with the Literature people because we kept making stupid commentry, and Farhan purposely kept blocking me. One dumb thing i did was that last year i watch part of JLC&amp;nbsp;on HBO and i didn't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i gotta send Yihui back and sleep. Blog probably on weekends.</content>
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    <title>Just another day</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T17:19:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T17:19:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: left"&gt;Ms Clara:&amp;nbsp; Elva, would you like to answer? &lt;br /&gt;(At the same time, i was blowing my nose)&lt;br /&gt;Zhiqing: Her nose is running away...&lt;br /&gt;Elva:&amp;nbsp; Yea, my nose thinks it's too fat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It needs to lose weight, that's why it's running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That was dumb, but that was what i said to Zhiqing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Zhiqing. I&amp;nbsp;always sit beside her (well, because we are allocated to sit together), and we always say really stupid things to each other. It's really stupid and funny. That's what i love about her. She's really frank about stuff. And she gave me POCKY for Valentine's&amp;nbsp;(: Thanks. It's like FOLIE&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;DEUX when i sit beside her. Haha. We can do really dumb stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you to those who gave me a gift for Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;* Especially Amirah. Haha. Yes, YOU! My dear 'old new' friend. &lt;br /&gt;I should spend every recess talking to you during your duty lah. &lt;br /&gt;It's super fun to talk to you. Yea. HAPPY&amp;nbsp;VALENTINE'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i finally had the time to touch my bike. She must have been so lonely when i couldn't ride last week. Was too busy with work. I meet up with Wei Zhe, Justin, Wilson, Hash. And we discuss about some money issue, which ended up in a debate about the Singapore's school system. God, thanks for sending me help when i needed it. Wei Zhe has kindly helped me with the money issue and man, am i glad i won't be screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, and i got a call from Wenhui. Man, i was too tired to talk over the phone. &lt;br /&gt;But after my mum was done with the computer just now, i used it. &lt;br /&gt;I intended to do a bit of the GBIC powerpoint slides but now, i don't think i want to go on. &lt;br /&gt;I talked to Tim, and he made me laugh even though i had a bad week. &lt;br /&gt;He always manage to cheer me up. So i love talking to him whenever i go on MSN. &lt;br /&gt;Some really wierd stuff happened but i won't say. There were times when i paused for a long time&lt;br /&gt;to think about some stuff he asked. Haha. But i won't say anymore. Iam tired, really. AND&amp;nbsp;still down with the flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam happy. Meeting up with my dearest Natasha later.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-02-11T18:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-11T10:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-11T10:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had been feeling sick since Monday, but it got worse yesterday. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;No school for me today, i stayed home. Went to the polyclinic and waited for 45 mintues to see the doctor, which took me about 3&amp;nbsp;mintues. And waited another 15 mintues to get my medicine. &lt;br /&gt;Man, my nose is always blocked. &lt;br /&gt;Got bored so iam using the net and watching The Guardian again. Yea, i know it's again. &lt;br /&gt;What can i do, iam getting bored. Neither am i in the mood to read. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, my brother is trying to act older than me, but i give no shit. My sister just nagging again. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God&amp;nbsp;for my&amp;nbsp;blocked ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i wonder how much money the GB girls got from selling stuff to help raise funs for girls in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, all the exhastion has caught up with me. Stupid flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yihui just send me my work and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Damn.</content>
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    <title>I hate the way 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'</title>
    <published>2009-02-09T14:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-09T14:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last week was really tiring and chaotic for me and many other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;We were rushing our corrections for our vocabulary test we did so badly. &lt;br /&gt;Man, am i glad really for weekends. &lt;br /&gt;I unwind from all the tension and stress which built up during the school days. &lt;br /&gt;In school, i got mad over work and some teachers. At home, with my family. &lt;br /&gt;I just had to get away from all sorts of craps for awhile. It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God blessed me with people whom I never stop to think how they impacted my life.&lt;br /&gt;That was until Hash messaged me talking about appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, sometimes you need a little reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i would do really, if there wasn't people to hear my whining and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004rkxr/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004rkxr/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004s073/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004s073/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004tsb4/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004tsb4/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004w6dy/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004w6dy/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004x802/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004x802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004z75y/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="width: 157px; height: 240px" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004z75y/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00050tgc/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00050tgc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004y8r1/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004y8r1/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00033a3w/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00033a3w/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/000546pa/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/000546pa/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/000515kd/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/000515kd/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00053gpa/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00052x52/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/00052x52/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;I haven't seen these people lately (excluding my family)&lt;br /&gt;and i miss them a lot. And i pray God will bless them just like how He blessed me with such lovely friends.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i don't see you and i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, Yinlun, Hash, Wilson, Justin, Tim Ng (having&amp;nbsp;fun in NS), absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, i saw Charity and Jordon on Sunday, Yihui and Sec Four GB girls six days a week. My family, everyday. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. HOW&amp;nbsp;LONG&amp;nbsp;MORE&amp;nbsp;TILL&amp;nbsp;WE&amp;nbsp;CAN&amp;nbsp;ALL&amp;nbsp;HANG&amp;nbsp;OUT&amp;nbsp;AGAIN?&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>being a bitch</title>
    <published>2009-02-05T09:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-05T09:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hey&amp;nbsp;_____________ ( You should know who the hell you are), &lt;br /&gt;Stop saying that someone's a bitch ok? &lt;br /&gt;You keep blaming people that they 'abandoned' you and all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who started all this crap, walking away suddenly. We walked ahead and you think that we ain't bothered about you, not being friends with you. THIS&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;BULLSHIT, GIRLFRIEND!&amp;nbsp;Hey, you are always the attention-seeking one, self centered and all those things in your brain.&amp;nbsp;Yea, i bitch about you, but what about you?!&amp;nbsp;You are&amp;nbsp;just as bitchy as any of us. Stop acting so pathetic, but wait, you are. You think that you have no other friends, then what are we? You changed. Stop complaining over small little stuff. It's really tiring to hear all you bloody whining EVERYDAY! &lt;br /&gt;HOW&amp;nbsp;OLD&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;ALREADY? You ain't the only one 'sick', we all are. It's just nice of us that we don't break off our friendship yet. &lt;br /&gt;We ain't abandoning you, we have always been beside you, so what the fcuking hell are you bitching about?&lt;br /&gt;You know my tolerance is limited, so better think hard of where this 'hatred' is going to lead you. We don't owe you anything either.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-01-30T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-30T14:50:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-30T14:50:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;iam tired right now, and definitely in no mood to blog. Probably tomorrow? After selling flags. HEE&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-01-20T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T13:13:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T13:13:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#33cccc"&gt;What if you had a baby with the last perso​n you texte​d?​​&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;Hmmm... Tell if it is ever possible. Anyway, EWWWW! She's a girl. And no, iam not thinking of having kids yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If your ex said they hate you, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you for taking the effort to hate me cos iam happy you still think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​Name somet​hing you are doing​ tomor​row?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Going Chinatown afternoon to wreck havoc for all the old ah beis and ah mahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​When was the last time you had Starbucks?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't remember. I just wish it's in my hands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​What are your favou​rite colou​r(​​s)​​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ORANGE, &lt;span style="color: #000000"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #999999"&gt; grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are you named​ after​ anyon​e?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope. (NOTE: Iam not named after Elva Hsiao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​Anyth​ing you want to ask someo​ne?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;yeapp. Esp to someone iam chatting with online, just that i don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​What is on your bed right​ now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My pink blanket that i had since i was a kid? and my pillows &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; my bear- MISTER&amp;nbsp;WONG&amp;nbsp;MING&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​Where​ were you last night​ at midni​ght?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At home- in my bed, dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who was the last perso​n you gave your numbe​r to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't keep track- i give my number to lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​What are you excit​ed about​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;CHINESE&amp;nbsp;NEW&amp;nbsp;YEAR! Angbaos please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you drink​ bottl​ed water​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you think​ you have made a diffe​rence in anyon​e'​​s life?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yea, and quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​Where​ is your phone​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;LAST THING​:​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Movie​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cinema: HMS3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Internet: WAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Phone​ Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm... My Laobu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;CD Playe​d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Fast and The Furious OST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Showe​r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a few hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Time You Cried​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;when i sneezed just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;FOUR,​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have You :​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dated​ Someo​ne Twice​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope. I was happy being single and not getting emotional again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Been Cheat​ed On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bough​t condo​ms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope, not at all. But after the incident of how Mr Lim showed us an expired one, nope still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lost Someo​ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yea, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;THREE Thing​s You Did In The Past Three​ Days:​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taken​ drugs​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope, iam a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Got Drunk​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope. Too busy to touch any drinks except water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eaten​ Chees​e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900"&gt;Nope. Speaking of cheese, i haven't made anyone faint yet recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;List THREE​ Thing​s You Want To Do Befor​e You Die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Be extremely happy that i would smile even when iam in the ground&lt;br /&gt;2. Have all the fun i want with no curfew (Actually, i don't have a fixed curfew, nor do i have one)&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a mother? (I guess that's one of the best thing a woman can do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;TWO Confe​ssion​s:​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. I ever wanted to runaway, now i love home.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't practice everything i preach out of this dumb&amp;nbsp;mouth. (I guess everyone does that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So Far in '09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Laugh​ed Until​ You cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm... Not yet i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who Is The Best Hugge​r You Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Natasha&amp;nbsp;(: (so far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do You Belie​ve In Love At First​ Sight​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900"&gt;Nope. It's just dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is your bed again​st more than one of your walls​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nope just one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you ever been attra​cted to someo​ne'​​s paren​t?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One word: EWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you think​ you'​​ve chang​ed over the past year?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you curre​ntly have feeli​ngs for anybo​dy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Crushes, yea. But not so strong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Would​ you ever kiss your best frien​d'​​s boyfr​iend/​​girlf​riend​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;NO! That will be so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Would​ you ever live with anyon​e on your top frien​ds?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yea. And Nat and I were just wondering how it would be like to live together. OH! Our neighbours will complain the mintue we move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Which​ do you like bette​r,​​ myspa​ce or faceb​ook?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900"&gt;FACEBOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you hugge​d anyon​e in the last 72 hours​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Yea, and she's my one of my&amp;nbsp;bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who can you blame​ for your mood today​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The teachers, and homework if it was living..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Three​ days from now will you be in a relat​ionsh​ip?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What is somet​hing you wish you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Someone's number. I was so dumb not to ask.&lt;br /&gt;-More than 24 hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you kisse​d any frien​ds on your top frien​ds?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nope, EWWW- besides, it will spoil the bestie relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you fall for peopl​e easil​y?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nah, but depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Would​ you ever becom​e a veget​arian​?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tried to but didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What was the first​ thing​ you thoug​ht this morni​ng?​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;DAMMIT! Why does time go by so fast when iam sleeping?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>my FANTAMAGNIFICO day</title>
    <published>2009-01-17T16:46:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-17T16:46:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Iam so darn tired now. The whole week, i had to rush assignments but surprisingly, this weekend, i didn't have much work to do. I just got an English worksheet and one EMath question. HA!&amp;nbsp;I wonder why during the days when we are rushing with this and that, we have lots of work, but when there's a break, it's a little. Weird, i thought it should be the other way round. &lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i still think we should not have too much work. Yea, i know, a typical student. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i saw Hash last night, although it was just a short while. Oh yes, iam sorry Hash for not making it to see you perform just now. I was too lazy to go and it was late already (around 4pm?) We talked, walk and cycle (well, i cycled, he walked). And when i was sending him to Khatib MRT&amp;nbsp;station, my brother was lagging behind, walking half of our speed. Bjorn was really slow and he was panting like halfway already. Yea, so anyway, after that, i called him and talked till about 11.30pm. He asked me to call 15 mintues later, but i didn't i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i didn't felt like getting up when my mum tried to get me up. It was Mr Sankran's funeral. God blessed that old man. He thought about my family even before he died. Wow. He's a big-hearted man, really. I guess, there will always be at least one person in everyone's life where there will be a kind soul.&amp;nbsp;And i know, in my life right now, there's at least one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the funeral, my dad brought us to eat prata. I ate mutton murtubak- it was delicious. And since it was Chinese New Year celebration for my GB company (47th coy) and my school and Northbrooks' BBs, i decided i shall go. Got there and played a game, which i didn't understand, and a bit unorganised. As the usual tradtion, we had &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yusheng"&gt;yusheng&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and refreshment (I didn't eat). They gave us oranges for our folks. (DAMN! I forgot i left mine in Yihui's bag) This was the tiring but rewarding part- cleaning up the GB&amp;nbsp;room. The dust, dirt, rubbish... Oh goodness. We had finally cleaned most of the stuff. I guess we just need to organise the stuff properly. We were cleaning, wiping, counting... In the end, Justin and Yinlun left after waiting for so long without informing me. What the hell. Anyway i still meet up with Yinlun around 4, along with Wilson and Natasha. Justin was at his grandpa's, Hash at his CCA&amp;nbsp;open house thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we taught Nat how to cycle, ok, the basic. But yea, she managed to start by herself and ride without us holding her (in case she falls or whatever) for 30 seconds. Haha. I know it's weird that she can't ride till now. And we spent time at Yishun Park. We played at the playground, and i climbed the 'semicircle thing' (that's what we call it) till Wilson started shaking it and i got scared, i moved and Yinlun climbed between me and Wilson (Nat was beside Wils) and there was this 'crack' sound and i immediately got off. Yes, iam afraid of heights. After that we played around some more, climbing up the short wall and at the swing. OH&amp;nbsp;YES!&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;SWING!&lt;br /&gt;OH&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;GOSH!&amp;nbsp;I was swinging and suddenly this kid (about the age of three?) came running behind me. I couldn't control the speed and BANG!&amp;nbsp;My elbow hitted the kid, and he fell on the sand. Man, i was shocked sia. But his mother said it was ok, and the poor boy ended up getting a lecture. Also, Wilson was so dumb. He tried to do the same thing and i immediately jumped off the swing, i was freaking scared. I didn't want another person to get hurt. Thank God that kid's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6.30 we rode to 664's playground and sat there till Yinlun had to go home for dinner. I went to Nat's place and Wilson joined us later on. We talked and took pictures (which i will post probably tomorrow or next week). Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Nat came up with a word- FANTAMAGNIFICO (mixing fantastic and magnificiant and i dunno about the o part).&lt;br /&gt;So we had a FANTAMAGNIFICO day with my usual crazy group of friends (we have beeen friends since Primary school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;NATASHA, my crazy girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;And Yinlun, my really long pal.&lt;br /&gt;And Wilson, my shopping conscious.&lt;br /&gt;And Hash, my freaking retarded friend.&lt;br /&gt;And Justin, my ___________. &lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm... I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004p96a/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004p96a/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004q4c0/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004q4c0/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's been way too long since&amp;nbsp;the threeof us hungout TOGETHER. Thankyou for today (:&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>tired ):</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T15:10:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T15:10:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;will blog more over the weekends. But here's just a brief description of my week so far:&lt;br /&gt;So tied up with work and iam tired.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't had a marvellous day in school today (Will elaborate another time)&lt;br /&gt;Iam rushing some work now. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Was dumb enough to talk to my 'freaking retarded friend' even when i was tired. Haha&lt;br /&gt;(But i don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;Happy that Satuaday is approaching- my happiest day of every week, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Iam gonna see my dearest Natasha A. after so long on Satuday. Just 27 hours and 50 mintues more. &lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight. I will die if i don't sleep now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>you make every moment of it</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T11:18:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T11:18:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Various people have asked me how the hell i can trust them or others so easily. Well, it's not 'easily'. It only seems 'easily' because i think about how the person is, what type of friends we can be, or if i can trust them based on character etc. Frankly, i didn't know myself that well, i got to admit, i wanted to be accepted. I used to called names because of my tanned skin colour, making me look like a malay. Well, those days were in primary school. They said, you live and you learn. Well, I was just reflecting on Christine's and Pastor Stanley's sermons just now and iam reminded of who i was. I had lots of artifical relationships and just a few genuine relatioships. Those i had artifical relatioships with,never heard of them much anymore, not to even say talk. If i have the chance, i will want to know them better and turn it into a genuine relationship. And those that i had a genuine relationship with, i still keep in touch in with them and meet up, for example, Yinlun, Natasha A., Yihui, and a few more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, putting my trust in people, who you choose to be, helps me know who iam. Over some experiences, i learnt that i have integrity, i can be genuinely friendly, nice, helpful etc. My friends, those who i hang out with often, are the ones who mould me to be who iam, not just my family. They are part of the group of 'mentors' i have. And, from the bottom of my heart, iam grateful for the life i have, the family and friends who surrounded me all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-01-11T14:08:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T06:47:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T06:47:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004kcrb/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004hx10/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004grrg/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004d9wk/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004e5ka/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004e5ka/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004ffy6/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004ffy6/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004kcrb/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004kcrb/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took these pictures when i was with Hash, Wilson and Danielle. &lt;br /&gt;They were roller blading, i was walking. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing much though.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cokolatemonkey @ 2009-01-08T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-08T14:19:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, iam already tired and worn out like a shoe for the week but there's still friday and satuday to care about. Yup. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i don't think i will use the computer as much this year, because iam like rushing assignments everyday. Now iam waiting for my windows live to install before i print something for Junsheng and get off the computer. Hell, it's unbelieveble that iam in secondary four now. That's fast. I still remember when i first started sec one. Haha. Anyway iam missing some people, such as Hash, Yinlun, Justin, Charity, Jeanette, Jordon, ahh...many lah. But what can i do, i got to study, as in really study study not relax study. This year's critical. We went to NP today for the open house. Tmr's TP. I will probably blog on the weekends&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>UNBREAKABLE</title>
    <published>2009-01-03T10:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T10:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;This song, Unbreakable, by Fireflight, is based on the gospel story of the adultress set to be stoned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fireflightrock.com/bio.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;The people in charge were ready to kill her, and Jesus speaks up for her, changes their minds and makes them feel ashamed for accusing her,&amp;rdquo; explains Dawn Richardson, the group&amp;rsquo;s fiery lead singer.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;How would you feel if you were the woman? She knows she&amp;rsquo;s guilty, and yet she&amp;rsquo;s suddenly free and given a second chance.&amp;rdquo; True to Richardson&amp;rsquo;s resoluteness, lyrics from the band&amp;rsquo;s sophomore project capture that same spirit of renewed strength. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this song enlighted me, plus today's word by Pastor Yvonne, and past experiences, I realised that God is always with me even when I pushed Him away many times, lost my faith and kinda just think iam better off on my own. God gave me second chances. 'Sometimes it's&amp;nbsp;hard to just keep going' but i will have faith in God, and trust that no matter what happens, iam gonna be unbreakable and keep myself rooted in Him, and He will be my strength. I want to stop 'switching' God out of my life already, because i tried and i was miserable. Thank God for staying with me, by me no matter how hard the road was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004cpp6/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004cpp6/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cokolatemonkey/pic/0004cpp6/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fireflight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-family: verdana; text-align: center"&gt;Where are the people that &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;accused me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The ones who beat me down and bruised me&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt; just out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;Can't face me&lt;/span&gt; in the light&lt;br /&gt;They'll return but &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I'll be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I want to dream again&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I want to go there&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now I am &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;, it's unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; can touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Nothing &lt;/span&gt;can stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes it's hard to just keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is moving without knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Can I &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; what I can't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I want to take control &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;but I know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I want to dream again&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I want to go there&lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I am &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;, it's unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Nothing can stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Forget the fear&lt;/span&gt; it's just a crutch &lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;tries to hold you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turn your dreams to dust&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I want to dream again (I want to dream again)&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I want to go there (I want to go there)&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable (I am unbreakable)&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me (No one can touch me)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="23" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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