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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403306530080148796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501370298684331591.post-7524420239985091892</id><published>2007-10-18T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:04:27.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flunked history and geog.&lt;br /&gt;(but i nvr liked humanities anw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got nearly 1 dig for history.&lt;br /&gt;lowest in level (i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alethea's wish didnt come true (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my 8 subject combination for upper sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- chemistry (compulsory)&lt;br /&gt;- english (compulsory)&lt;br /&gt;- mother tongue (compulsory)&lt;br /&gt;- E math (compulsory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- physics&lt;br /&gt;- A math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;combined humanities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Social studies + half hist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- full geog&lt;a href="http://hs.facebook.com/profile.php?id=629259583&amp;amp;hiq=amanda%2Cyap/"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5501370298684331591-7524420239985091892?l=those-reminiscences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501370298684331591.post-8411980231248606502</id><published>2007-10-17T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:59:29.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i will NEVER forget ytd. i really really regret not treasuring ____ when i had him. and i wanted t patch up (: so, i asked for some advice frm sw. he gave me superly succinct advice. but anyway, i followed his advice. cos he said love has a lot of risk t take. so yeah, if i dont take the risk, well nvr move on. met ____ (btw, the secret identity is due t personal reasons) at 7.30 with _____ (his girl-friend) and _____ (our guy-friend). ate. talked. talked. talked, talked. then at 8.15 when _____ and _____ went t the toilet (like, finally), i asked for the patch up. you could nvr imagine how nervous i was. my heart was beating at nearly a million times its usual speed. my ears turned super red. i was super warm (we were at a air-conditioned shopping centre, and im the type who always feels cold when in air-con). i was totally freaked out. had pins and needles. warm, but shivering. stammered. the most freaked out thing i ever did in my life. yeah, but anyway i managed t do it. and he actl heard me the first time. i didnt hv t repeat (: i said sth like i love you. can we patch up? then he said orh, i consider. i will call you when my mind is made up. at tht moment i was like wha? then sw says its half successful. so, half the battle won heh :D no reply yet. i feel so brave (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501370298684331591-8411980231248606502?l=those-reminiscences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501370298684331591.post-5669380372677592699</id><published>2007-10-16T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:39:42.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hello sup.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;u&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/u&gt; BRIEF, LONG &lt;b&gt;(AND BORING)&lt;/b&gt; POST&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;thurs went JB with nathaniel alan and yuzhe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my new bag [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate ate ate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked walked walked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the night before i went, b called t remind me not t stare at the malaysian guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like dear, when you go JB cannot anyhow stare stare at the shuai ge there ar, rmb you hv me in singapore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. then i was like ok ok la &gt;:@&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;anw we ate at sushiking for lunch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg my tempura [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my garlic rice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my green tea&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;then walked walked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got hungry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went t get icecream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART cookies and cream [:&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;then alan kept going toilet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he ran out of change&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cos hv t pay 20c t go toilet)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he went abt 10 times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM2 t go toilet. haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;then came back t singapore at abt 5 plus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went nat hse for a while&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched hsm 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMGGG MY TROY BOLTONNN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drool drool [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still prefer hsm 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sat went out with b t vivo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg i heart vivo [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo is like uber big&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went with my parents it seemed so small&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i just followed my parents wherever they went&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i went with b, the place seemed so big&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then b and i got lost so we had t call his cousin t help us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid b &gt;:@&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun went central&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;central was boring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;b was boring cos he was tired&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didnt slp for a wk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos he had exams and then sat he couldnt slp cos too excited cos exams over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he slept in the mrt and i had t wake him up&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;then we talked thru the night frm 11pm til abt 4am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did most of the talking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just said orh orh orh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D i knw im a very bad girlfriend la&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holligible tellible and vegetable. hahaha [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;mon morning we broke up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my shortest rship evr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a wk plus only&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the weird thing is tht i dont feel hurt at all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;t jason,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i knw youre reading this)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 9 days with you was a fun and LEARNING experience. and my love for you was real. howevr, getting over you was rather easy. i cried for abt half an hr and then i totally forgot abt us. so maybe i didnt evn love you. for me, getting over a person is hard. i can take up t forevr. but t get over you, i took 30 mins, no more. i too didnt think i could get over you so quickly. maybe wer just not meant t b. i thot i would regret after agreeing t break up with you. fortunately, i didnt. i dont regret a single bit. maybe i thought it was love, it wasnt. it was jealously, envy and desperateness. i dont love you at all. t think i actl agreed t b your stead. you made me think thru. i realised, the one i love is ____. all this time ive been trying t get over him, its been 3 and a half months but i hvnt gotten a single bit over him. now, thts love. im foolish. im an idiot. im just a toy. a toy for you t play with. or maybe YOU were MY toy. lets just put those 9 days away, forget abt us. &lt;s&gt;i hate us&lt;/s&gt; ive put us behind me. i hope i dont regret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i was just another of your toys&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;thanks belle, sihui and ryan for being with me when i needed you the most.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave tdy behind, tmr is a brand new day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for comforting me guys [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont forget what you did and said t me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hate myself for the things ive done and what i am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ytd was past&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ryan said ytd tht people change, they can be liars, backstabbers, but they CAN change. people are all good by nature. no matter how bad they can be, they still hv good in them. they learn frm past experiences. they put in effort t change. look at the people you hate frm a different view. mayb you dont hate them anymore. and hating them was past tense. lets just forgive and forget&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;okay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon afternoon went ikea with parents&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long nvr go alr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place has really changed a lot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw daniel ong and girlfriend/wife&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saw jason&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so suay =.=&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if you did not read this post, make sure YOU HELL SCROLL UP AND READ [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;updates:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently addicted t jenny (click five) &amp;amp; superman (cao ge) [:&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far passed both math and eng&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;amp; this is for olivia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped you take note of what sch next wk hey gorgeous is featuring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as requested)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK IS SINGAPORE POLY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARRING NAT HO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND! you so owe me [:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. singapore poly ep is NOT nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tagboard removed&lt;br /&gt;send me friendster comment or msg instead&lt;br /&gt;im dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TOOOODLES [:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501370298684331591-5669380372677592699?l=those-reminiscences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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